Top Notes 
Fir needle
Heart Notes 
Frankincense
Pine needle
Balsam fir
Patchouli CO2
Bourbon vanilla
Base Notes 
Charcoal
Virginia cedar
Birch tar
Labdanum
Mitti attar08/08/2020
Carboytony
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A walk in the Massachusetts Woods
Dawn Spencer Hurwitz has, as always, created a masterpiece. Part of her "Isolation Meditation Experience" perfumes, it was made as a balm for sore and tired souls during this crazy year.
It's heaven in a bottle. The unmistakable fragrance of an evergreen forest, it evokes memories of my youth in what was then a semi-rural part of Massachusetts.
It's the smell of pine sap oozing from a fallen branch, sticky and resinous. It's the smell of fallen pine needles blanketing the forest floor (and incidentally your front and back yards). It's the smell of the wonder of a pinecone - so intricate yet sturdy, woody with a benzoin-esque resinous feel.
It's the smell of cedar, sharp, aromatic, almost alive - the scent of heaven. There's fir in this as well, gloriously woodsy and aromatic, tingling the nostrils.
All this beautiful resinous wood is veiled in a hazy, fuzzy blanket of smoky notes. It's the smell of the pine logs burning, the pine needles exciting the fire, flames rushing as the sap ignites, it's a sweet smoke, with hints of frankincense and incense. It's reminiscent of the scent wafting up from the forest floor: green moss carpeting shady swaths, sticky pine cones and needles laying dormant until fauna disturbs then, the smell of the damp and rich earth. Rich earth, created by the decay of that which was once vibrantly alive and teaming with hope. The decay of life past, rich with hope and energy to bring forth life again. And so it shall, life begins anew from the essence of the splendor and goodness of that which has been.
It's heaven in a bottle. The unmistakable fragrance of an evergreen forest, it evokes memories of my youth in what was then a semi-rural part of Massachusetts.
It's the smell of pine sap oozing from a fallen branch, sticky and resinous. It's the smell of fallen pine needles blanketing the forest floor (and incidentally your front and back yards). It's the smell of the wonder of a pinecone - so intricate yet sturdy, woody with a benzoin-esque resinous feel.
It's the smell of cedar, sharp, aromatic, almost alive - the scent of heaven. There's fir in this as well, gloriously woodsy and aromatic, tingling the nostrils.
All this beautiful resinous wood is veiled in a hazy, fuzzy blanket of smoky notes. It's the smell of the pine logs burning, the pine needles exciting the fire, flames rushing as the sap ignites, it's a sweet smoke, with hints of frankincense and incense. It's reminiscent of the scent wafting up from the forest floor: green moss carpeting shady swaths, sticky pine cones and needles laying dormant until fauna disturbs then, the smell of the damp and rich earth. Rich earth, created by the decay of that which was once vibrantly alive and teaming with hope. The decay of life past, rich with hope and energy to bring forth life again. And so it shall, life begins anew from the essence of the splendor and goodness of that which has been.
Carboytony
