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Playmore
When I say I have been looking for this fragrance my entire life, I mean that my dad, my siblings, my mom, and I'm sure many of my cousins have as well. I grew up visiting a family home in the mountain (possibly rainforest) region of western North Carolina in a town called Highlands. After driving 12 hours to get there, we would roll all the windows down as our car crept down the gravel road leading to the house. That sound and a very specific smelling waft of that fresh air meant we were finally back at the most beautiful place I'd seen in my life. For my father's entire life and the decades my aunts, siblings, cousins, and myself spent visiting the home we called "Playmore," none of us could nail down or even describe what we were smelling. Clean, cool air? Moss? A certain tree? Rhodedendron and galax leaves grew all over the acres of land, but neither plant gave off that exact scent. As an adult, I'd be on a walk or a trip or in some neighborhood and be stopped in my tracks by a whiff of that scent in the air. I had a growing suspiscion it might be fresh lavender, so I asked my dad who said lavender didn't grow on the grounds. It would be a mystery that I figured I'd spend the rest of my life trying to resolve.
My dad came with me to check out The Burren Perfumery on our roadtrip through Ireland. We moseyed around the grounds, the gardens, and the shop, in awe of something we'd smelled inside. When I sprayed a bit of Spring Harvest on a strip, I grabbed my dad's arm and pulled him over to me and said, "Smell this. Where is this?" He said, "Oh. Highlands. It smells like Highlands." The girl who helped us said the owner was inspired to make this fragrance based on how it smelled to be cutting fistfuls of fresh herbs from the garden. Mint, fennel, lemon verbena ... none of which we grew at Playmore. I'd just smelled a tonka bean in person for the first time, and the faintness of its cool sweet spice felt like smelling Highlands air. Needless to say, I bought a bottle, and a lotion and castille soap to supplement. I would've bought anything in this scent. When I run out, I'll have to order more to keep Playmore close to me now that we don't have access to that home anymore.
Oddly enough, and a bit of a tangent, the most recent time my dad and I "smelled Highlands" was about a week prior to our visit to The Burren Perfumery when we were staying in the Highlands in Scotland. Our ancestors were from that land, and the landscape and smells of the Highlands thousands of miles from western North Carolina were freakishly uncanny. Spring Harvest was the scent of that air, somehow almost exactly, bottled up sitting in the Burren all this time.
My dad came with me to check out The Burren Perfumery on our roadtrip through Ireland. We moseyed around the grounds, the gardens, and the shop, in awe of something we'd smelled inside. When I sprayed a bit of Spring Harvest on a strip, I grabbed my dad's arm and pulled him over to me and said, "Smell this. Where is this?" He said, "Oh. Highlands. It smells like Highlands." The girl who helped us said the owner was inspired to make this fragrance based on how it smelled to be cutting fistfuls of fresh herbs from the garden. Mint, fennel, lemon verbena ... none of which we grew at Playmore. I'd just smelled a tonka bean in person for the first time, and the faintness of its cool sweet spice felt like smelling Highlands air. Needless to say, I bought a bottle, and a lotion and castille soap to supplement. I would've bought anything in this scent. When I run out, I'll have to order more to keep Playmore close to me now that we don't have access to that home anymore.
Oddly enough, and a bit of a tangent, the most recent time my dad and I "smelled Highlands" was about a week prior to our visit to The Burren Perfumery when we were staying in the Highlands in Scotland. Our ancestors were from that land, and the landscape and smells of the Highlands thousands of miles from western North Carolina were freakishly uncanny. Spring Harvest was the scent of that air, somehow almost exactly, bottled up sitting in the Burren all this time.



Top Notes
Mint
Lemon balm
Heart Notes
Fennel
Lemon vervain
Tarragon
Base Notes
Cedarwood
Tonka bean



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