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Between Dream and Awakening
With a blurred gaze from half-closed eyes, I wonder if it is merely the echo of a dream that has settled over my thoughts like frost traces from November fog on juniper thorns. And yet, birch branches whisper leather against my skin. A palpable memory of yesterday's perfume lingers in my hair. Do you smell it? Will you softly blow on the blonde fuzz on my arms until the fine hairs stand up? Or will you notice the chill of my bare shoulders and place your warm hand on my back? But perhaps it is just the foreign sheet from the cupboard with the lavender branches. With closed eyelids, I feel your warmth and the blooming of rose petals on my skin, where your lips wrote poems.
Where dream and awakening meet, I feel your presence.
**
Lyn Harris is a master of subtle tones with a distinctive signature. Often, her fragrances are more aura than perfume, more felt than smelled, and sometimes they seem to carry the echo of something familiar that resonates within me long after the scent has faded. In the case of Leather, it is a hint of "Cuir de Russie (Eau de Toilette) | Chanel." A delicate whisper that merges with my skin and accompanies me with this suggestive whisper of iris and birch tar. It's a bit like there's a memory of Cuir de Russie from the day before in my hair, occasionally brushing against my consciousness, but then this cozy shiver and accelerated heartbeat sneak in. The other airy, interconnected notes are so delicate that they can hardly be isolated or analyzed. There is a crisp coolness like a forest breeze in 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 how it feels to touch a fresh rose petal - and such a delicate, herbal lavender note like in a bedsheet stored with dried flowers.
All of this makes Leather a classically composed fragrance that is far from conventional. So featherlight and fleeting that it has tempted me to longingly re-spray more than once today, yet so clear in its form and statement that memory and suggestion seamlessly fill the gaps between the sprays.
“Do you know the place between sleeping and waking? The place where your dreams are still with you? … There I will wait for you,” says J. M. Barrie's "Peter Pan," and somehow I can't shake the feeling that Lyn Harris knows this place very well too.
Where dream and awakening meet, I feel your presence.
**
Lyn Harris is a master of subtle tones with a distinctive signature. Often, her fragrances are more aura than perfume, more felt than smelled, and sometimes they seem to carry the echo of something familiar that resonates within me long after the scent has faded. In the case of Leather, it is a hint of "Cuir de Russie (Eau de Toilette) | Chanel." A delicate whisper that merges with my skin and accompanies me with this suggestive whisper of iris and birch tar. It's a bit like there's a memory of Cuir de Russie from the day before in my hair, occasionally brushing against my consciousness, but then this cozy shiver and accelerated heartbeat sneak in. The other airy, interconnected notes are so delicate that they can hardly be isolated or analyzed. There is a crisp coolness like a forest breeze in 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 how it feels to touch a fresh rose petal - and such a delicate, herbal lavender note like in a bedsheet stored with dried flowers.
All of this makes Leather a classically composed fragrance that is far from conventional. So featherlight and fleeting that it has tempted me to longingly re-spray more than once today, yet so clear in its form and statement that memory and suggestion seamlessly fill the gaps between the sprays.
“Do you know the place between sleeping and waking? The place where your dreams are still with you? … There I will wait for you,” says J. M. Barrie's "Peter Pan," and somehow I can't shake the feeling that Lyn Harris knows this place very well too.
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