Thursday, December 29, 2016

In Tones of Sepia

Grief is snowballing. As each day passes, the grief, a living, breathing creature now, grows larger. I am seeking joy, but that little fairy eludes me. 'Live in joy', 'Live in joy', is what I hear myself say, a mantra, a conjuring that hasn't reached the ears of the conjured. Toxicity is all around me, embodied in the family whose goals are to make everyone as miserable as they think they are. Live in joy despite the darkness. It's a choice, right?

Live in joy.

A long time ago, Littleflowers sent me a bottle of her then latest perfume, Sepia. Sepia, by definition, is a color -- a reddish-brown color to be specific, or a tone found in monochromatic photography of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. When thinking on 'sepia' as a scent-character study, what is summoned becomes metallic, acidic and tangy, like licking the business end of a D-cell battery. Sepia perfume was just that. Littleflowers nailed it. But the piercing harshness of the opening disappeared after a moment and then a warm, enveloping citrus-meets-leather-meets-dry-old-books-and-resin note took over, thick and heavy, and lingering to the end. I remember being surprised at the accuracy of the perfume Sepia compared the mental scent image of sepia, and while I was taken aback by the opening, I loved it as a representation of both sepias (color & photography). It was also a very calming and meditative scent after the initial copper-charged scent burned off.



~ Sepia weeps. She laments.

Scents of powdery frail paper and murky resinous ink layer atop shy, sparkling lemons and yuzu, citrus fruit bowls took over by a monk’s black-fingered writings.

Sepia is a perfume by Littleflowers. She evolves from thin veils of citrus over spices and leather to dark resinous waxiness and finishes with soft powdery-sweet old paper and apothecary medicaments.

Do I like it? It's right up my olfactory alley. So yes, I do like it. Love it, in fact. It's precious and rare. Like old books bound in copper written in dead languages ~

Having the ability to create a scent that embodies certain non-perfumy elements so perfectly ~ metal, soil, air, water, fire, old books, lightning, rust, dust, and ink ~ using only natural raw materials, AND making them wearable is an art form in and of itself. Most natural scents created to embody these elements are interpretive, in the mind of the creator, and almost never direct and precise. Who really wants to smell like moldering dirt? Or musty old books? Or brackish water? Almost no one. But as an exercise in natural perfume formulation, it is a hard-met challenge.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Unbound

Wow. It's been some time since I posted here -- a few weeks at least. In that time, a lot has happened. I suppose I should say that I finally (just today) got my 'office' put back together. Which is why I'm here now, writing this post. It's not the optimal set-up, but it'll have to do until we move into the Plum Palace.

So.

December 22nd is the anniversary of my mother's death. This year marked three years she's been gone. Every year, I light a 7-day candle on that day and pray/talk to her. I tell her how much I miss and love her, that the family's doing well, although she and I both know that is subjective commentary. On Saturday last, I got the news that Nicole Meredith, sweet Littleflowers, had passed from this world, and the news hit me like a ton of bricks. On that day, the 7-day candle, burning for just two days, burned out. It was later that I found out Nicole had chosen to go on the anniversary of my mother's passing, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit of her poetry in that move. I'm am gutted. I feel like what I'm writing isn't going to make much sense. For a few days after hearing that she'd gone, I dreamed about her. I dreamed she was preparing to go and I was selfishly trying to convince her not to.

I don't think I can do this right now.

Saturday, December 03, 2016

Half Back

We're settled in our new temporary home. All of my product is packed in storage and almost inaccessible. Almost. There will be climbing, cursing, and breakage involved in locating everything. I was to reopen the Etsy shop on the 1st of December, but that didn't happen. My computer isn't set up, so I can't continue with the books until I figure out where to squeeze that bit of equipment. I'm using a loaner computer at the moment so the posting here will be wishy-washy for a while. And to add insult to injury, my partner is in the hospital with an infection of unknown origin. There have been tests and scans and xrays and echocardio-whozits out the ying-yang, and still no answers. After three bags of IV antibiotics, the infection is at least getting under control.

When it rains it pours, eh?

But I'm back -- well, at least half back.


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