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Veggie Tales
New growth shook off midnight frost under the afternoon sun and, at long last, a friendly neighbor reacquaints themself with their outdoor garden, rolling up their sleeves and sinking ungloved hands into cold, moist earth. They test for nitrogen, acid, phosphorus, calcium. Weeding is only half the struggle, but maintenance of composition was something to keep an eye out for on this foliage of vegetation. Soon it will bloom and ripen, and one day it will be left on someone’s doorstep as a gift.
Received this little fella as a freebie with a purchase, and looked forward to try something out of my comfort zone. By the perfume’s description, I hoped it would resemble the undergrowth, deep roots, weeds and all kinds of wildflowers that grow thicker under every breath, every pulse. Woods that are keen and old, with no other sounds other than the sound of the world, of crickets in the distant, of cold water eroding rocky streams. Something akin to Snufkin of Moominvalley or Lolly Willowes in terms of coexistence with nature.
Instead, The Greening Wood evokes more of a green thumb; flora touched by someone, by something man-made. Agriculture, cultivation, ownership and tending of the land. With my skin ph, it’s knock-out vegetal. The celery goes hard, overshadowing much of the crisp clover. It made me appreciate the mineral note more as it provided some relief in giving the springtime freshness of dew.
Unfortunately, the dry down was my olfactory hell and I finally had to scrub it off. The greens fade to florals, and it became too indolic and musty for my nose to handle. So, can’t speak much on the longevity front due to that.
This was a miss, but I do enjoy how Alkemia’s fragrances feel atmospheric and truly paint a story with their scents.
Received this little fella as a freebie with a purchase, and looked forward to try something out of my comfort zone. By the perfume’s description, I hoped it would resemble the undergrowth, deep roots, weeds and all kinds of wildflowers that grow thicker under every breath, every pulse. Woods that are keen and old, with no other sounds other than the sound of the world, of crickets in the distant, of cold water eroding rocky streams. Something akin to Snufkin of Moominvalley or Lolly Willowes in terms of coexistence with nature.
Instead, The Greening Wood evokes more of a green thumb; flora touched by someone, by something man-made. Agriculture, cultivation, ownership and tending of the land. With my skin ph, it’s knock-out vegetal. The celery goes hard, overshadowing much of the crisp clover. It made me appreciate the mineral note more as it provided some relief in giving the springtime freshness of dew.
Unfortunately, the dry down was my olfactory hell and I finally had to scrub it off. The greens fade to florals, and it became too indolic and musty for my nose to handle. So, can’t speak much on the longevity front due to that.
This was a miss, but I do enjoy how Alkemia’s fragrances feel atmospheric and truly paint a story with their scents.