Mown Hendley Perfumes 2017
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Heat haze.
The first self-rolled in the hay.
The delight of a sticky-dried apricot in the mouth, like an edible late summer sun.
The first self-rolled in the hay.
The delight of a sticky-dried apricot in the mouth, like an edible late summer sun.
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I hope there was only tobacco involved 😂
Well described!"
A day in the countryside, my skin itches a bit from lying in the meadows and hay, and somewhere a beetle is constantly crawling up my pant leg. An uncle brews chamomile tea to go with fruit bread, and my hand reaches for the bowl of dried apricots again. The first clumsily rolled cigarette, the damned filter never stays where it should. Every movement a silent, still wobbly choreography. Everyone lost in their own thoughts. Someone in the back room is strumming a few chords of Leonard Cohen.
An intriguing scent. Hay and tobacco underlined by a sweet note, somewhere between raisin and apricot. It somewhat reminds me of the smell from a can of chamomile flowers, a bit of cozy mustiness, which might explain the many associations with grandmas, grandpas, aunts, and uncles, and the resulting perspective of a child or young adult.
A big thank you to @Knopfnase for introducing me to a house that had previously passed me by.