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The Darker Sounds, Vol.54
How long has it been dark? How many days have I been in the shed? Northern lights flicker in green waves through the steamed-up windows with the clammy floors. They run over the paint cans, the old car tires. There are still fir trees from distant days, gone in summer, long forgotten, taking gnarled root through cracks in old paint buckets. Lichens flow from their needles like branched amoebas made of turpentine, meandering like living organisms over removed back benches, patched with oily leather rags, the freshly painted wooden walls. They stare out of the windows with me. To where the freezing damp meadows spill out into the boreal night with the wet asphalt of the streets. You can imagine all sorts of things. There are no transitions to be seen, only condensing warmth over the breathing backs of wild silhouettes.
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Fischersund, the label of Jón Þór Birgisson, the singer and guitarist of the Icelandic post-rock band Sigur Rós, also sells art objects in addition to its own fragrances. The house sees itself as a walk-in work of art, subject to constant change. It is "a place where people can come and rest in their senses, a space that communicates directly with your senses, be it through smell, sound, touch or taste." The fragrances of the dark 'Skammdegi' series (No.23, No.54 and Flotholt), create diffuse, cool images of barren Nordic landscapes.
"No.54" seemingly combines the geosmic smell of damp earth, wet grasses and spicy lichens of the boreal night with this art workshop. The natural, fresh-green aromas literally blur with synthetic wood varnish and color notes, releasing the bright smell of turpentine, which somehow seems to get lost in the resinous needles and woods of fir and the petrol-like, smoky roots of vetiver. Somewhere there are a few old car tires, water flows from the meadows over wet asphalt, which blurs with discreetly urine-like notes (ammonia) in leather and animal musk, always remaining diffuse, as if one smells all this in an oily rag with which one has smeared the overall picture. For me, this is the most fascinating scent of the house with a certain addictive factor.
Wood lacquer
Icelandic subalpline fir
Ammonia
Cedarwood
Paint
Salted licorice
Asphalt
Bergamot
Burnt rubber
Dirt
Grapefruit
Grass
Leather
Moss
Spices
Vetiver
Animalic musk
Patchouli
