Day 79 ~ One Year, One Nose

A box arrived the other day, a box full of beautiful aromatics. I saved opening it until late in the evening when everyone was asleep. This wasn't an ordinary box of aromatics; not a box from a supplier. It was a box from a friend, a collector, a librarian. A bit of her precious aromatic tomes were sent to me to add to my small but growing library of scent.

Black tea absolute, France (Robertet?) ~ wafting straight from the bottle it smells of a subtle blend of tobacco and oakmoss with a touch of linden. A rich, velvety scent that one would expect to envelop your senses. It does not. Instead it does this zinging thing, racing from head to toe, back and forth, up and down, until you fumble with the cap to put it back on, lose your balance and stumble, then stand in the middle of the room with a deer-in-the-headlights look on your face, and the words, "What the fu ....?!" trailing from your lips. Black tea absolute grabs your guts, and tickles a few other parts as it courses through your body. And that's all I'm going to say about it.

Pimento racemosa ~ unbelievably green and fruity/spicy, fresh, airy, clove-like. It smells of the coming fall, expectations and low-grade adrenalin rushes and busy-ness.


To be continued ...