The uncompromising car journey in the searing heat of the day. The searingly hot asphalt hits the nose, mingling with the warm, suffocating, scorched floral shrubs of the highway. Vague hints of smoky frankfurters cooking in the far, far distance, mingle gently with the bruised and grimy oil laden roadside shrubbery. The driver stops to ask the way in the garage. A gnarled face leans into the already laden atmosphere and adds a gust of smoky breath to the steaming plasticised car interior. The driver starts the car again and the smoky, tarry heaviness is lightened by the new lighter air of dried flowers and grasses with a citrus nuance. As the open road is approached, the smokiness recedes and the grasses and flowers linger with an almost ginger, citrus nuance like the last warm rays of sunset on the dusty fields.
An interesting car journey and even more interesting that the order of ingredients seems to be in reverse with the citrus's showing at the end and not the introduction. I like the fact the Mr Han makes his perfume really tell a story and are miles away from the generic productions currently called perfumes. These are short olfactory tales being told like a novelette. They may not be necessarily in the norm for perfumes but the tale is a good accurate one.
ScentedSalon 10 years ago