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Notes01/28/2015
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Hippy Head Shop Heaven
There is a sleepy little college town about thirty miles east of Los Angeles, CA where the last vestiges of the 1960s still thrive. Claremont is a lovely town with lovely boutiques, new age-y head shops, sidewalk cafes and acoustic music venues. I used to frequent one particular head shop that was always redolent of joss sticks and incense cones, along with an underlying herbal funk (I was too naive to realize it was marijuana). I loved the place. I was heartbroken to find it had closed up shop sometime in the early 00s but I suppose it was a victim of its own resistance to the times.
The one thing I adored about the littlest head shop was the smell. It was simultaneously overwhelming and inviting. This perfume hearkens back to that little head shop that refused to march forward into the future. The heavy scent of resinous incense takes over from first spray to last whiff of the drydown. It smells authentic, thick, and sweet. What we are offered is a bouquet of unlit joss sticks, still damp and heady. True to the experience, even though the store's bundles of incense sticks had distinct names like Rasta and Black Cherry, the scents combined to become one superscent. In SeF, the superscent was definitely used. The honey doesn't smell distinctly honey-like per se, but it does add to the thick and sweet nature of the scent.
The little shop was proud to be anachronistic--old, defiant, beautiful hippies in a land of cold, young intellectuals--and this perfume is a remnant of that spirit. It's ironic that I'd find this piece of bohemian glamour online but fitting that it hails from Berkeley, CA, home of the 1960s mythical spirit. I'm happy to see that bohemian spirit is still very much alive.
The one thing I adored about the littlest head shop was the smell. It was simultaneously overwhelming and inviting. This perfume hearkens back to that little head shop that refused to march forward into the future. The heavy scent of resinous incense takes over from first spray to last whiff of the drydown. It smells authentic, thick, and sweet. What we are offered is a bouquet of unlit joss sticks, still damp and heady. True to the experience, even though the store's bundles of incense sticks had distinct names like Rasta and Black Cherry, the scents combined to become one superscent. In SeF, the superscent was definitely used. The honey doesn't smell distinctly honey-like per se, but it does add to the thick and sweet nature of the scent.
The little shop was proud to be anachronistic--old, defiant, beautiful hippies in a land of cold, young intellectuals--and this perfume is a remnant of that spirit. It's ironic that I'd find this piece of bohemian glamour online but fitting that it hails from Berkeley, CA, home of the 1960s mythical spirit. I'm happy to see that bohemian spirit is still very much alive.
