There's an inner space. Where an incandescent lime bulb hums. Light swirls around it like vortex mists, crackling dusts, smokes and houseflies. In the gray concrete there are no windows. Where the pale veils finally condense. They flow upward in time-lapse drops. They shimmer invisibly like gaseous petrol and fall like needles from a thin fir. It seems familiar, but you're a stranger there. A Bakelite telephone starts to whisper. You gradually dive into the receiver. You look through artificial fabrics that carry you like silk-dull shirts through the world outside that silvery sceens.
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Gatsby Yeh from Seattle has been running his small label Nose of Gatsby since 2023. He strives to offer his audience the widest possible variety of fragrances. He has taught himself a good part of his skills.
According to his Instagram video about the fragrance, “Eau de Lynch” is inspired by David Lynch's films and Yeh's memories of his time working in a movie theater, the plastic smell of the warming film projector, plus cool static electricity and damp concrete. He also describes the opening as like opening a car door at a gas station near a coniferous forest in the coolness of the American Northwest. You can watch the entire clip at the link below.
My first association with the top note was a buzzing bright light bulb emitting a cool lime light, both watery and dusty, condensing on a concrete wall. There's also a strange kind of synthetic smoke. Gasoline (more like vapor) and fir trees (more like withered needles) appear very subtly underneath, veiled by plastic bags. That sounds more abstract than it is, as the overall impression is more of a very wearable, synthetically fresh fragrance, which, however, leans more toward a subtle “arty-ficial” scent than a harsh, artificial mainstream fragrance. Nevertheless, there would be more to the subject, I'm a little lost. I get homesick for nature.
Before diving into Lynch's world, I'd rather stick with the burning piano...