Isis, yes I bought it because of the name. SS is ISIS and those are my initials. Not only do the gentlemen of creation think they are the loving God, but women also often consider themselves goddesses, and there are more and more of them, as newer very successful mainstream perfume names like xy-Goddess prove.
Isis has been sitting in my closet since then, waiting to be worn from time to time.
Today is just the right day for the scent.
The first Christmas day after a tough time full of changes, pressure, and stress at work, and full of attempts to bring calm and peace to the surroundings.
On Christmas Eve, "one" (=human) meets with family to spend it together in harmony. A test of social competence.
Even the goddess Isis has a family, married to Osiris, who expects her to be with them at Christmas and to cooperate. For God created man in His image, which means we at least look like God. Whether we will become a true human like God is decided only now.
Even, and especially as a future goddess, it is not always easy to maintain peace when everyone has wishes and expectations, leading to conflicts due to differing desires. So far, she has gladly "sacrificed" herself to strengthen family unity. She was the newly added sister-in-law, daughter-in-law of the beloved son, brother, brother-in-law. The last one to join always has a harder time being accepted by the family. Especially when it is God's family.
Perhaps as a goddess she stands somewhat above things, yet she is still right in the middle of the action.
So, Christmas Eve with the family, superficial harmony, everything goes as usual. This goes on until someone starts blaming one or more, ideally all others, and tries to shift the blame and redirect the emotions, even negative ones, onto themselves. Volker Pispers once said: "When you know who the enemy is, the day has structure." The mood is gone and "Mom" is quite dismayed, as she has once again tried her hardest to please everyone, and it hasn't worked out again, she thinks...
Another Christmas gathering is over and everyone goes home. Everything as usual? No, not this time. Something has shifted. Someone other than the usual black sheep of the family has made themselves the scapegoat, giving Isis a chance to be accepted into the family.
Today is quiet, regardless of what unrest was present yesterday and last week in the world. Time stands still for a moment.
A good day for Isis. Agonist, what was that again? Antagonist is the opponent. Does that mean agonist is player? Yes, that’s how I understand it.
Today, right after spraying, Isis smelled like coffee. I haven't noticed that before and was surprised. The impression doesn't last long.
The scent is not easy to describe. A sweet-floral mixture, somewhat heavy and slightly smoky and bitter. Ylang-Ylang is not dominant but finely integrated, giving a dark floral and interesting nuance to the scent. The vanilla notes are also not just sweet, but spiced like marshmallows with labdanum, nutmeg, and pepper.
Isis is therefore also gourmand, but due to the rougher notes, it doesn't necessarily smell edible.
So very harmonious and clearly categorizable, Isis does not smell that way, although that is absolutely how it is with Christmas and family. Sweet and pleasing, and underneath it simmers a bit. Not dominant, but still noticeable, perceivable, and flickering up again and again.
Ultimately, it doesn't matter what is played and pretended, the family loves each other, even if it is repressed, and in doubt, in tougher crisis times, they cooperate as well. Sometimes the right sacrifice from the beloved person at the right time works wonders to break old structures and initiate change for the black sheep.
More will come next Christmas. Until then, I will wear Isis with its pleasing, warm, vanilla base, which eventually fades after hours.