December 14, 2010
It was with great delight that I discovered a diminutive honeycomb-quilted gold missive from Mandy Aftel last Saturday eve …
The luxury of opulence nipping at the heels of exhaustion is always welcome- especially when Mandy’s latest work awaits.
My favorite medicine!
May I share my impressions with you, dear friends?
Oh my, YES.
If you thought Candide was lovely, then you must smell this!
This is as honeyed as a floral gets- without a cloying sense of decay.
The mimosa is a perfect foil for the linden absolute; how could it not be?
With angelic orange blossom in the heart, reposing so blissfully atop ambergris and benzoin.
I could bathe in the stuff…
Sunny, warm, utterly luxurious.
Limpid liquid joy.
[Lindens have immense significance for me; they represent hope, fecundity, how fleeting the early aestivalian pleasures before the summer swelter.
Boston streets are littered with lindens; both times I was fully pregnant when they were in full bloom.
I felt so in tune with the season, and the tree- right down to its heart-shaped leaves.]
Such a tantalizing little number, this!
Bergamot and blood orange linger tenderly and briefly, like a scented handkerchief in the breeze-
Roses and jasmine sambac fashion a luscious cloak of smoky cinnamon and piquant nutmeg.
The resinous richness of choya nestles amidst tonka bean and vanilla, achieving a suave spiced leather effect which cushions this precious fragrance.
[Choya loban is my supposition- the use of clay vessels to distill Indian frankincense gum or benzoin, results in a smoky sweet character; choya nakh uses toasted seashells, resulting in a salty tarry scent]
Tailor-made gourmand for the Solstice season!
Wildflowers Solid Perfume
Hay, honey, grassy fields strewn with miniscule wildflowers.
I wax maudlin over this sweet concrete; floodgates of adolescent memory flung wide open.
I’ve never been to the rolling hills of California- but I don’t have to.
Summer 1969 in North Salem, N.Y. is plenty for me…
Fifteen years old, walking miles of dirt road in my bare feet and waist-length hair, carrots in my overalls for the horses – who know my voice and trot to the fence when they hear me sing [some things never change !] .
A bashful young man gallantly carries me across the cowpaths to the haystacks at dusk-
So I won’t step in manure.
The hay is so warm and still bears the scent of the summer sun; no one kisses the sweet seemingly endless kisses shy young lovers do.
Chamomile, daisies, clover, dandelions everywhere- in my hair, in his hair, in our overalls.
The inestimable value of simple gifts, especially in darkest winter.
Mandy, you’ve made me very happy.
May all our readers treasure moments of light in the seasonal heart of darkness/ repose and feel the many blessings which surround us all.
Mandy at perfume organ – aftelier.com
Mandy's package- my own
Honey Blossom 1/4 oz. bottle-aftelier.com
Blooming linden- naturehills.com
Bonnard studio with mimosa-galeriedada.com
1987 pregnant Ida on M St. with lindens- my own
Aftelier Memento -mparis.ru
Winter Solstice at Stonehenge- page247.wordpress.com
Wildflowers solid perfume-mparis.ru
Field flowers- garon.ch
North Salem open lands- nsolf.org
Camomile- my own
Bare feet with dandelions- sheknows.com
Solstice card- sporeflections.wordpress.com
–Ida Meister, Senior Editor
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