Fjerne Slumberhouse 2020

This is my first Slumberhouse - first test and first purchase. Happened into my happy place shop while the shipment was being invoiced, planning to purchase one of two other bottles which were both out of stock. An hour later, almost completely noseblind (and having run out of time), I pulled a panic buy. Figured it was meant to be, timing and all, that I try the house and - again, panicked - between Sova, Jeke and Fjerne I went with the light side, having not even a passing clue what I had in the bag. By the time I tried it on I was hot, sweaty and It. Was. DISGUSTING. Sweet, doughy, heavy honeyed, powdery sticky sweat. Eww. Super bummed, totally grossed out, I started thinking of who MIGHT like it for a re-gift. Then I took a shower. Then I smelled it on my shirt from the sweaty day. Then I tried it again. THEN I started to get it, I think. On fresh skin I sprayed 4-5 times, forearms, neck and torso. It started unfurling about me much as a fern frond uncurling in the sunlight. I could smell dew drying. Dry dust puffing up from soft, silent footfalls. Green grass drying in the summer heat. I was transported, soothed, comforted. I was small, adventuring on familiar but unknown trails in a light dappled wood on the border of a open field, no dark corners to harbor harm, alone and thoughtlessly unafraid : why would I be. After a time I began to catch notes, light in a bubble. Honey was the sweetness, my sweat had made it heavy but now it is light as spiders web, I see everything else through it. Dust is the powder, and flour, dry and fine. The patchouli peaks around corners where it could easily have stomped through and mangled the scene. The honey smells green now, a clover honey. Now I am the fern and all I smell is sunshine and it is so sad and beautifully ephemeral and such is life. It is what it is. I dig it.