Nature morte avec pommes Miskeo 2025

Imagine an altar for the Autumn Equinox: crisp apples, a loaf of walnut bread, a chalice filled to the brim with cider (slightly stale, because we’re busy and it’s perfectly fine to leave offerings out for multiple days!). A feast shared with covenmates and friendly spirits alike. Sticky-fingered, silly, sacred. A toast to Persephone‘s descent into the underworld, to the first chilly evenings, to haunted orchards, to communal magic and serious play.

It took me several wears before I was able to rewire my brain to get past the green apple shampoo scent association. Maybe that's what pulled me in at first spray: childhood nostalgia, a faint memory of my mom wearing DKNY Be Delicious. I came for the Granny Smith, I stayed for the magic that unravelled afterwards. It has a synthetic feel, sure, but I love it.

The jukebox is playing
Granny Smith is alive
Let's have some apple wine
Wanna have milk and alcohol
Bieber in a bathrobe

Didn't anyone tell you that milk curdles with fruit acid?
A really quirky piece.
The wrinkles on the forehead are crossing as I try to grasp something...
Uh, there's something.
Fresh. Green...
But what a green.
And a bit perfumey-floral.
A blink into the DuPy... Ahhh apples...
Definitely Granny Smith, they've always been a bit odd.
Something like apple wine in a faded oak barrel fits too...
But then...
The DuPy isn't helping in this case.
A look at the website.
Not all the notes are listed.
Now I'm at a loss. Looking at the ingredients, waiting to see if anything rings a bell...
One more spray on the skin.
Let the apples pass by....
The old oak barrel...
Enjoying the green on the side.
The liver is screaming...
where's the apple wine?
The wrinkles on the forehead are crossing again...
What is this floral impression?
Now calm down, it's the Grannies, they’ve perfumed themselves.
The esophagus is whining...
I always get heartburn from apple wine
(Stomach: Oops),
please order milk...
Stomach: Come on, esophagus...
But I definitely need some white bread with that.
Fingers secretly reach for the bowl on the table, popping one or two nuts in the mouth to keep them busy.
The liver is happily processing its apple wine.
The esophagus is soothed, and the stomach is struggling through the curdled milk, along with fruit acid,
happy about the sparse nuts.
Bieber should have sung, but by now he’s in his bathrobe and has fallen asleep.
I think the stomach couldn't have handled any more.
In the end, a bit of air escapes, and a really nice tonka bean...

Any similarities to Otto's side have crept in, but I certainly don't mind them.

What you really perceive clearly are the green apples, also apple wine and a minimal barrel note is plausible.
There was a time when green apple was really popular in fragrances, but whether that's really what needs to be brought back?
That makes the scent seem very synthetic.
With a bit of imagination, certain roasted aromas can be recognized, more grain-like, sometimes you can interpret a nutty note.
The milk is more like plant milk.
The apple lasts relatively long.
I might also find a hint of woodruff.
But whether the scent is worth exploring further, I'm not sure yet.
The beaver has indeed slept through everything. I don't even notice him.
And yes, it could be tonka, bringing a very slight sweetness into play.
Just paired with a hint of woodruff-coumarin.
None of this bothers me when it's on my skin, but I wouldn't need to have it either.
It's a pity, because I would actually like the finish.