05/01/2021
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The murmur of the giant mammoths
In the tops of the Sequoia dwelt the souls of his ancestors. Woodrow wasn't sure if he'd disgruntled them with the thick haze of his damp fire. Purifying it should be, but the logs smoldered rather spicily, as if in an incense burner. Or were the mammoths at the foot of the Moro simply not in the mood today? They weren't singing as usual.
Peat vapors permeated the brownish smoke, grape sparks flew and resins too from the needles of nearby giants. Woodrow made a forest fire, the trees must have thought, and so they tossed their cones, but the little shaman only danced on and began to tap softly at the barks. There was a warm wind blowing through the Sierra Nevada, the wooded expanses, playing the murmur of the giant mammoths like mighty piano strings, the brown-needled earth, the balsamic resins, the incense forest floor spice, the sweet tears of the cistus, a few drops of the black vanilla.
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Rachel Binder of Pomare's Stolen Perfume makes small-batch natural fragrances. She studied the trade with Mandy Aftel of Aftelier and also looks to her for inspiration.
"Piano Tuner," dedicated to her grandfather, a piano tuner and jazz musician from California, begins with dense woodsmoke that's soon flanked by peaty whiskey, ethereal resins, and tart citrus before the scent moves fully into the earthy spice, incense, warmth, and dry-needle redwoods of the Sierra Nevada. Every now and then, some balsamic labdanum and dark vanilla shine in the forest floor. The giant redwood accord is rather quiet, but fades away over six to seven hours.
(With thanks to Dorabella)
Peat vapors permeated the brownish smoke, grape sparks flew and resins too from the needles of nearby giants. Woodrow made a forest fire, the trees must have thought, and so they tossed their cones, but the little shaman only danced on and began to tap softly at the barks. There was a warm wind blowing through the Sierra Nevada, the wooded expanses, playing the murmur of the giant mammoths like mighty piano strings, the brown-needled earth, the balsamic resins, the incense forest floor spice, the sweet tears of the cistus, a few drops of the black vanilla.
**
Rachel Binder of Pomare's Stolen Perfume makes small-batch natural fragrances. She studied the trade with Mandy Aftel of Aftelier and also looks to her for inspiration.
"Piano Tuner," dedicated to her grandfather, a piano tuner and jazz musician from California, begins with dense woodsmoke that's soon flanked by peaty whiskey, ethereal resins, and tart citrus before the scent moves fully into the earthy spice, incense, warmth, and dry-needle redwoods of the Sierra Nevada. Every now and then, some balsamic labdanum and dark vanilla shine in the forest floor. The giant redwood accord is rather quiet, but fades away over six to seven hours.
(With thanks to Dorabella)
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