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Stunning Crime
How I managed to miss a new creation by Hiram Green for even a second, I don’t know. First thing I did when I read the initial review was go to th HG site and put myself on their mailing list to make sure this never happens again. Next I bought Slowdive blind. As expected, a near faint ensued when I smelled it. Yet I’m in a quandary about how to describe it. Alone, a word like beautiful won’t do, though Slowdive is. It’s also a bold fragrance, an unabashed, passionate stab at greatness.
Okay, this is what I smell. Upset with his wife for some reason, a 1940’s moviestar takes her bottle of Chanel No 22 out to the beehives they keep so their cook can serve fresh honey to their celebrity guests. Angry, he unthinkingly slams the bottle into a hive. The bees go crazy of course so he runs off. The wife, watching from the window, shakes her head, waits a while, then finds a beekeeper’s hat. She goes and gets the bee smoker, which happens to be filled with resin, to smoke the hive and calm the bees. She finds her Chanel No 22 broken, but not empty, some of its contents replaced by honey and pollen and beeswax. Salvaging it is impossible but she finds the scent of neroli, orange blossom, tuberose mixed with resin and beehive so deeply luxurious that she lights a cigarette and sits down to enjoy it.
I sprayed Slowdive on my arms this morning and as I turn in it’s still intoxicating me. It’s a stunner. Even if it had really arisen from a minor crime as in my imagination, all charges would be dropped.
Niche designers are just walking on scented water, boggling my nose that such extreme gorgeousness should arrive back to back—the other being Patchouli Cloud.
Okay, this is what I smell. Upset with his wife for some reason, a 1940’s moviestar takes her bottle of Chanel No 22 out to the beehives they keep so their cook can serve fresh honey to their celebrity guests. Angry, he unthinkingly slams the bottle into a hive. The bees go crazy of course so he runs off. The wife, watching from the window, shakes her head, waits a while, then finds a beekeeper’s hat. She goes and gets the bee smoker, which happens to be filled with resin, to smoke the hive and calm the bees. She finds her Chanel No 22 broken, but not empty, some of its contents replaced by honey and pollen and beeswax. Salvaging it is impossible but she finds the scent of neroli, orange blossom, tuberose mixed with resin and beehive so deeply luxurious that she lights a cigarette and sits down to enjoy it.
I sprayed Slowdive on my arms this morning and as I turn in it’s still intoxicating me. It’s a stunner. Even if it had really arisen from a minor crime as in my imagination, all charges would be dropped.
Niche designers are just walking on scented water, boggling my nose that such extreme gorgeousness should arrive back to back—the other being Patchouli Cloud.
