Hewn Hendley Perfumes 2020

A few hours away from here, Munro would ponder what he might have encountered if he had walked in the opposite direction. Perhaps a model train.
He wandered through cool weavings of roots, which had been herb-green and earthy, flowing like pearlescent threads, spun into mist over damp meadows, where honeydew beaded from wild grasses, and Munro had to smile. There, the sun grows at the ground, and the blades of hay hang in the sky.
A little further on, the moss had turned brown, perhaps also due to the sandalwood grains that the wind had carried there, golden, sweet, dry, and warm. At some point, everything was oak wood, freshly sawn planks, full of ethereal resin, shimmering like mist clouds rising to the sky, but there was nothing further here. No landscape anywhere. The wooden wall in the Munro Show. He just shrugged. It doesn’t matter; it’s very beautiful.
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With "Hewn," Hans Hendley achieves a wonderfully balanced connection of herb-green yet airy light, non-powdery iris roots with a bit of earthy-moist, soft vetiver, whose sharpness is initially softened by the subtle beeswax, later by the rather lichen-like (summer) moss, and finally by the sweet-warm sandalwood. I also share DeVulgares' association with spicy hay. Early on, fresh, bright, ethereal resinous oak wood emerges beneath the wild vetiver, increasingly asserting its own sharpness where it had been taken from the grasses, until after about six hours, only the oak resin remains to define the drydown. "Hewn" lasts a good nine hours on me.

(With thanks to Chizza)