This is the captured scent of a cold, moonless night, lost deep within the darkest wood. Haunting and desolate, this scent evokes images of fairy tale tragedy and half-remembered nightmares. Thick, viscous pine with ambergris, black musk, juniper and cypress.
Vial: Cathedral pines. Oh, my. I'm in the Catskills, suddenly, on a wet morning just as the sun's coming up, and the pine needles dimple under each footstep, releasing a faint scent of decay, and the mist coils around my ankles.
Wet: Musky and coniferous. The musk is warm, though, rather than unpleasantly bitter as it often goes on my skin. A strong, relaxing scent. Mmm. The ambergris--or something--adds a lovely mellow richness that takes the astringency off the pine.
I smell like a Christmas tree. And not any pissant West-Coast Christmas tree, a Douglas fir or whatever other droopy craptastic tree they truck down from Oregon. No, a real Christmas tree, a squat fat-bellied blue spruce you cut down yourself at the Christmas tree farm the local orchard runs in the off season, as wide as it is tall.
Okay, homesick now.
Drydown: Soft pine and musk and juniper--it now smells like the Christmas wreaths I used to make, with spruce boughs and juniper berries and bittersweet and sprays of wild rose hips and barberry.
Dry: Mmm. A bed of pine boughs to pad your sleeping bag. Yum.
In other news, today is stwish's birthday. It's also Jennifer Connelly's birthday. She's 35, which makes her about nine months older than I am.
I have an enduring fondness for Ms. Connelly. having identified excessively with her character (my namesake) in Labyrinth. I suspect that character's refusal to be bought out by romantic blandishments is in large part responsible for my failure to assimilate into mainstream society.
It might be part of the reason, at least.
That movie also introduced me to Trevor Jones. Which means that two movies I really like feature Connelly and Jones, because there's also Dark City (the best Phillip K. Dick movie never made) to consider.
I did think she was prettier before she lost so much weight, though. Pressures of the job, I know. But she doesn't make my jaw drop the way she used to.