Sunday Arielle Shoshana 2019
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R I C E
Caps lock RICE. RICE. RICE. RICE. I never knew rice could be so commanding – I feel like it’s always a shy accent note. In Sunday, rice takes the centre stage and lets you experience The World’s Favourite Grain in a whole new light. It’s creamy, starchy, glutinous (despite rice being gluten-free). I think the comparisons to rice pudding or horchata are apt. There’s a faint dusting of cardamom or matcha, but not enough to make you forget why you’re wearing it. And you’re wearing it because RICE. This is such a unique creation, definitely a “fragrance as art” or “marvel of olfactory chemistry” scent. I’m not going to spring for a bottle, but it’s been on my mind since I sampled it.
~ disclaimer: wore Sunday on a Monday, results may vary ~
Mental Snapshot: A digital ditty jingles from the kitchen. Your rice is ready. RICE. The new rice you bought from that lonely stall you passed on the highway. RICE. Forbidden rice, you think the faceless merchant called it? Before you can open the cooker it goes off like a bomb. A deluge of soft, pale nibs hisses from the machine. RICE. It's up to your ankles. Your waist. Your eyeballs. It’s all you can smell. All you can eat. All you can know. All you will ever know. RICE. RICE. RICE.
tl;dr: RICE
~ disclaimer: wore Sunday on a Monday, results may vary ~
Mental Snapshot: A digital ditty jingles from the kitchen. Your rice is ready. RICE. The new rice you bought from that lonely stall you passed on the highway. RICE. Forbidden rice, you think the faceless merchant called it? Before you can open the cooker it goes off like a bomb. A deluge of soft, pale nibs hisses from the machine. RICE. It's up to your ankles. Your waist. Your eyeballs. It’s all you can smell. All you can eat. All you can know. All you will ever know. RICE. RICE. RICE.
tl;dr: RICE