When I smell Bois Doré, I see a quiet cemetery forest. This may sound paradoxical to readers who know the scent. After all, it has no mossy, earthy, or other underworldly undertones. The image is of an emotional nature and a co-creation of various senses.
Bois Doré makes me think of the ambivalence of the relationship with a loved one who has found their final rest as the first part of a whole.
Sweet is the desire to see this person once more. Loving memories flicker up, a unique connection that, like all, only had its place in this world for a limited time. The livable finiteness. Embedded in tonka, vanilla, and musk cream.
Rough are the scars that life, attachment, and death have left behind. They confront finiteness with open questions. A Memento Mori. Crafted from peppery woods.
Two truths can exist at the same time.
Like the act of remembrance, the scent lingers long after.
The cemetery forest is not a habitat for me. At some point, I must return home to carry my spark as a mortal.
On the way, Bois Doré reminds me of what I do not want to forget.
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