Top Notes 
Coffee
Ginger
Heart Notes 
Angelica seed
Mandragora
Base Notes 
Sandalwood
Amber
Benzoin
Palonera
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Palonera
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Catch me if you can!
Headlines are a tricky thing.
Most of the time, they see me brooding, while the comment is already finished, polished and pressed, ready to be sent - when all that’s missing is a headline that fits, doesn’t wobble, and sums up the fragrance.
Sometimes it comes quickly, often it takes a bit longer - but that the headline was ready even before the first word was written, that hasn’t happened often, not at all.
This time it did.
For nothing that could have come to my mind captures the essence of "A" as much as Leonardo's catch-me-if-you-can film.
It seemed clear what to expect - green and sand cake had been written about, coffee, hay and *nose wrinkle* and all sorts of other things that left little room between "Wow!" and "Yuck!".
As exciting and polarizing as the comments read: "A" seemed to leave a different impression from skin to skin, from nose to nose, seemed to take many paths and rarely led to agreement.
Curious whose pre-commenting footprints would match mine, I embarked on the test…
…to emerge four days later from an olfactory labyrinth that had led me here and there, into this corner and around that one, into the green as well as the herbal, warm-spicy-soft towards dark smoke.
I found sunlit flowers and the scent of freshly creamed skin, grain fields under low-hanging clouds and the tar of "Salamanca", my mother's powder and a light hint of "Café Vert".
Somewhere I smelled shaving foam, elsewhere my nose was deceived by carrot seeds, where angelica should have been, I found gentle sweetness alongside rough bark - and again and again "A" eluded me at the moment I was sure I was on the right and only path, slipping away from my grasp, my efforts to categorize and assign like that snake whose venom the scent is supposed to symbolize.
A fascination, elusive, incomprehensible, continually faceting and yet not contradicting itself.
I feel drawn to it, my nose close to my wrist, again and again, day after day - it stays close to me, the scent, quiet it is, much quieter than its siblings "0" and "AB" and more fleeting as well.
Just a handful of hours, then the last trace has vanished.
PS: Franfan - thank you!
Most of the time, they see me brooding, while the comment is already finished, polished and pressed, ready to be sent - when all that’s missing is a headline that fits, doesn’t wobble, and sums up the fragrance.
Sometimes it comes quickly, often it takes a bit longer - but that the headline was ready even before the first word was written, that hasn’t happened often, not at all.
This time it did.
For nothing that could have come to my mind captures the essence of "A" as much as Leonardo's catch-me-if-you-can film.
It seemed clear what to expect - green and sand cake had been written about, coffee, hay and *nose wrinkle* and all sorts of other things that left little room between "Wow!" and "Yuck!".
As exciting and polarizing as the comments read: "A" seemed to leave a different impression from skin to skin, from nose to nose, seemed to take many paths and rarely led to agreement.
Curious whose pre-commenting footprints would match mine, I embarked on the test…
…to emerge four days later from an olfactory labyrinth that had led me here and there, into this corner and around that one, into the green as well as the herbal, warm-spicy-soft towards dark smoke.
I found sunlit flowers and the scent of freshly creamed skin, grain fields under low-hanging clouds and the tar of "Salamanca", my mother's powder and a light hint of "Café Vert".
Somewhere I smelled shaving foam, elsewhere my nose was deceived by carrot seeds, where angelica should have been, I found gentle sweetness alongside rough bark - and again and again "A" eluded me at the moment I was sure I was on the right and only path, slipping away from my grasp, my efforts to categorize and assign like that snake whose venom the scent is supposed to symbolize.
A fascination, elusive, incomprehensible, continually faceting and yet not contradicting itself.
I feel drawn to it, my nose close to my wrist, again and again, day after day - it stays close to me, the scent, quiet it is, much quieter than its siblings "0" and "AB" and more fleeting as well.
Just a handful of hours, then the last trace has vanished.
PS: Franfan - thank you!
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