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vanishing act
Sensational opening scene, followed by two hours of whispery orris monologue. The first thirty seconds, though? It conjures up the very moment you open a rice-maker and are met with a bank of soft, starchy steam. But what had me barking at my tester was the pandan. THE PANDAN. It manifests as this sweet, nearly-coconutty green vein and partners so well with the rice. Pandan is my white whale accord and I was so tickled to find it here. Unfortunately, all this rapidly devolved to pure, dry orris powder. It’s not bad, but it’s literally just orris.
If I got those first thirty seconds a bit longer – even just an hour – I could rationalise a full bottle. Someone needs to hybridise the bright, pandan-infused opening of White Rice with the indefatigable rice core of Arielle Shoshana’s Sunday, because that’d be better than sliced bread. Or steamed rice.
Mental Snapshot: A sacred manuscript, which begins with a lushly-illustrated initial R. It’s the most beautiful-looking letter R you’ve ever seen. Like the Spongebob “The” essay scene. But the rest of the text is in eight-point Courier New, and instead of the “Rice” you were promised, it’s an encyclopedic history about Rhizoma iridis.
tl;dr: an olfactory allegory for trust issues
If I got those first thirty seconds a bit longer – even just an hour – I could rationalise a full bottle. Someone needs to hybridise the bright, pandan-infused opening of White Rice with the indefatigable rice core of Arielle Shoshana’s Sunday, because that’d be better than sliced bread. Or steamed rice.
Mental Snapshot: A sacred manuscript, which begins with a lushly-illustrated initial R. It’s the most beautiful-looking letter R you’ve ever seen. Like the Spongebob “The” essay scene. But the rest of the text is in eight-point Courier New, and instead of the “Rice” you were promised, it’s an encyclopedic history about Rhizoma iridis.
tl;dr: an olfactory allegory for trust issues