Memoir

memoirLa, this is lovely.

Incense that’s been soaked in sweet wine.
An antique spice chest with gilt hinges.
A library of treasured books that has survived flood and fire, split spines, dogeared pages, L.Ron Hubbard and Nicholas Sparks.

Wormwood takes the sweetness from the cloves to make them leathery and rich, but roses soften the edges, making it feminine.
Fills the room then slowly fades to the skin, lasting all day, and even longer in the hair.


Emaan Zadjali is an American-Omani online sensation who calls her music “trap-soul.”
I like this smoky tune.

 

 

 

Interlude

interludeThis one is a little bit genius.

First breath is sangria and smoke, a quick break between acts on the side door sidewalk of the theater, then sticky honey sweets to soothe the throat as the lights flicker–Places, please!–and meanders back to leather and walnut-wood seats and gaslight.

Stays close, and lasts on the skin with benzoin and incense for ages.


This is one of my favorite interludes-

Timbuktu

timbuktu

Sophisticated and warm–leans to the yang rather than the yin–it’s got outward force, this stuff.

Sweet spice at the opening, with a hint of rose, that settles into resinous green incense, heavy on the vetiver. Soft patchouli projection for half the day, with honey cardamom on the skin.

Has really nice organic alpha notes, with none of the usual chemical musks–for days when you need a little more power in the flesh.


Fate for Women

fate for womenFate for Women is the queen in an urban fantasy who reads your palm with a handshake and leaves you wondering if you’re going to be invited for a bedtime snack, or eaten in a stew.

Opens with cinnamon and pepper–almost itchy–then sweet incense flares with a breath of rose for an hour. Eventually the most gorgeous benzoin melts with vanilla into leather and lingers all night.

Incredible on silk scarves.


This cover of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins is spicy-smoky-amazing.

Squid

squid zooIt’s blue! And weird and wet and marvelous.

Marine water and smoke out of the vial that darkens down to black fountain pen ink, dirtying up sea foam.
Algae blooms, delicate green, strangely organic and chemical at the same time, with big juicy sillage.
The ambergris rises to the surface an hour later, making it even wetter with ocean spray; benzoin sweetens it, turning it fresh again.

Six hours later and it’s still there, chaotic, never seeming to settle down to one depth; yet it’s oddly comforting and beautiful.


Gov’t Mule does a terrific jam cover of Jimi Hendrix’s 1983 (A Merman I Shall Be)–from Electric Ladyland–that goes deep under water around the 4:15 mark.