Birch tar
Cade juniper
French lavender
Indonesian sandalwood
Virginia cedar
Cardamom
Chinese iris absolute
Italian bergamot
Oakmoss
Turkish rose
11/14/2024
Marieposa
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Between dream and awakening
With a blurred gaze from half-closed eyes, I wonder if it's not just the echo of a dream that has settled over my thoughts like traces of frost from November fog on juniper spines. And yet birch twigs whisper leather on my skin. An audible reminder of the past day's perfume in my hair. I wonder if you can smell it Will you blow gently on the blond down on my arms until the fine hairs stand up? Or will you notice the chill on my bare shoulders and place your warm hand on my back? But maybe it's just the strange sheet from the cupboard with the sprigs of lavender. With my eyelids closed, I feel your warmth and the blossoming of rose petals on my skin where your lips wrote poetry.
Where dream and awakening meet, I feel your presence.
**
Lyn Harris is a master of soft tones with a distinctive signature. Her fragrances are often more aura than perfume, more tactile than olfactory, and sometimes they seem to carry the echo of something familiar that resonates with me long after the scent has faded. In the case of Leather, it is a hint of Cuir de Russie Eau de Toilette. A delicate touch that melts into my skin and accompanies me with this suggestive whisper of iris and birch tar. It's a bit like a memory of Cuir de Russie from the day before still lingering in my hair, only occasionally touching my consciousness, but then that pleasant shiver and the accelerated heartbeat secretly set in. The other airy, interconnected notes are also so delicate that they can hardly be isolated or analyzed. There is a tart coolness like a forest breeze in the November fog, which I would simply attribute to the listed juniper, a hint of gentle sweetness that could come from roses - at least it smells like what it feels like to touch a fresh rose petal - and a delicate, herbaceous lavender note like in a bed sheet that has been stored with the dried flowers.
All this makes Leather a classically composed fragrance that is far from conventional. So light as a feather and fleeting that it has tempted me to spray it more than once today, yet so clear in its form and message that memory and suggestion almost seamlessly close the gaps between sprays.
"Do you know the place between sleeping and waking? The place where your dreams are still with you? ... That's where I'll be waiting for you," says J. M. Barrie's "Peter Pan", and somehow I can't shake the feeling that Lyn Harris also knows this place very well.
Where dream and awakening meet, I feel your presence.
**
Lyn Harris is a master of soft tones with a distinctive signature. Her fragrances are often more aura than perfume, more tactile than olfactory, and sometimes they seem to carry the echo of something familiar that resonates with me long after the scent has faded. In the case of Leather, it is a hint of Cuir de Russie Eau de Toilette. A delicate touch that melts into my skin and accompanies me with this suggestive whisper of iris and birch tar. It's a bit like a memory of Cuir de Russie from the day before still lingering in my hair, only occasionally touching my consciousness, but then that pleasant shiver and the accelerated heartbeat secretly set in. The other airy, interconnected notes are also so delicate that they can hardly be isolated or analyzed. There is a tart coolness like a forest breeze in the November fog, which I would simply attribute to the listed juniper, a hint of gentle sweetness that could come from roses - at least it smells like what it feels like to touch a fresh rose petal - and a delicate, herbaceous lavender note like in a bed sheet that has been stored with the dried flowers.
All this makes Leather a classically composed fragrance that is far from conventional. So light as a feather and fleeting that it has tempted me to spray it more than once today, yet so clear in its form and message that memory and suggestion almost seamlessly close the gaps between sprays.
"Do you know the place between sleeping and waking? The place where your dreams are still with you? ... That's where I'll be waiting for you," says J. M. Barrie's "Peter Pan", and somehow I can't shake the feeling that Lyn Harris also knows this place very well.
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