12/28/2023
Marieposa
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Temple cat moon
It was the night when I knotted myself a dress
of soft leather ribbons and champaca flowers,
when the moon dripped like balsam myrrh from the smokewood of nocturnal pagodas
Then I wanted to catch its light in goblets
and pour candles from it
for the darkness of the new moon,
when nothing but the cold haze of offerings
muffles the rustling in the flowering branches.
So the twelve temple cats had once whispered to me.
But when I wove their shirts from nettles
and Wan Sao Long
they hurried away
on sandal paths.
Even today I see in the moonlight
the tracks of their paws,
follow them like the shimmering osmanthus thread.
Stumbling over vetiver roots
i stagger towards a strange world
to the castle in the air that we are both building.
A forgotten bouncy castle like from childhood days,
decorated with silk flowers
just for me.
And with tuberoses.
There we jump in aniseed mists
higher and higher,
up to the moon.
Push him over to me
with a point of the finger!
I'll blow it back.
So easily.
The floating of a night.
So close
So far away
**
Admittedly, it took me a while to get into the Prin Lomros fragrances. It always irritates me a little when perfumers develop a lot of fragrances very quickly, and in the case of Prin Lomros, his creative urge has to serve three of his own brands with different profiles - and as if that wasn't enough, he probably also takes on commissions for other houses. Remarkable. Above all because so far I have consistently had original, exciting and independent compositions under my nose, not all of which I like, but none of which have left me cold.
Thichila amazed and delighted me - and that's not just because Thichila means "moon" and thematically opens doors for me.
The fragrance begins with a chypre-like accord of kaffir lime, camphor and slightly bitter spices. I perceive turmeric a little more strongly than saffron, without it dominating. I have to use my imagination for cinnamon and nutmeg. Then a lush floral scent with an unfamiliar greenish accent (Wan Sao Long?) and the apricot note of white champaca, which strongly resembles osmanthus here, rises between dark woods and fine (incense?) smoke. I think I'm slowly but surely beginning to understand what oud is - or rather, what it could be - and just as my nose is trying to adjust to the fact that labdanum and oakmoss should now be making an appearance, balsam-soft myrrh combines with mild oud and leathery civet instead. In combination with champaca, tuberose and nard, the result is a completely astonishing, slightly sweet rubbery or plastic-like accord with a pithy aniseed note that immediately transports me to a bouncy castle, except that this one is filled with exotic flowers and bathed in moonlight rather than with hooting children. Admittedly, this is as special as it sounds, but to my nose it is as fascinating as it is stunningly beautiful. I would have loved to hop around on my olfactory bouncy castle for longer than three to four hours, but in Drydown the fragrance loses a little of its originality - or is it just my chyprenose reacting a little huffily without oakmoss? The base of ambery woods and cold incense smoke is still lovely, but the magic of the fragrance lies in the bizarre floral heart note.
of soft leather ribbons and champaca flowers,
when the moon dripped like balsam myrrh from the smokewood of nocturnal pagodas
Then I wanted to catch its light in goblets
and pour candles from it
for the darkness of the new moon,
when nothing but the cold haze of offerings
muffles the rustling in the flowering branches.
So the twelve temple cats had once whispered to me.
But when I wove their shirts from nettles
and Wan Sao Long
they hurried away
on sandal paths.
Even today I see in the moonlight
the tracks of their paws,
follow them like the shimmering osmanthus thread.
Stumbling over vetiver roots
i stagger towards a strange world
to the castle in the air that we are both building.
A forgotten bouncy castle like from childhood days,
decorated with silk flowers
just for me.
And with tuberoses.
There we jump in aniseed mists
higher and higher,
up to the moon.
Push him over to me
with a point of the finger!
I'll blow it back.
So easily.
The floating of a night.
So close
So far away
**
Admittedly, it took me a while to get into the Prin Lomros fragrances. It always irritates me a little when perfumers develop a lot of fragrances very quickly, and in the case of Prin Lomros, his creative urge has to serve three of his own brands with different profiles - and as if that wasn't enough, he probably also takes on commissions for other houses. Remarkable. Above all because so far I have consistently had original, exciting and independent compositions under my nose, not all of which I like, but none of which have left me cold.
Thichila amazed and delighted me - and that's not just because Thichila means "moon" and thematically opens doors for me.
The fragrance begins with a chypre-like accord of kaffir lime, camphor and slightly bitter spices. I perceive turmeric a little more strongly than saffron, without it dominating. I have to use my imagination for cinnamon and nutmeg. Then a lush floral scent with an unfamiliar greenish accent (Wan Sao Long?) and the apricot note of white champaca, which strongly resembles osmanthus here, rises between dark woods and fine (incense?) smoke. I think I'm slowly but surely beginning to understand what oud is - or rather, what it could be - and just as my nose is trying to adjust to the fact that labdanum and oakmoss should now be making an appearance, balsam-soft myrrh combines with mild oud and leathery civet instead. In combination with champaca, tuberose and nard, the result is a completely astonishing, slightly sweet rubbery or plastic-like accord with a pithy aniseed note that immediately transports me to a bouncy castle, except that this one is filled with exotic flowers and bathed in moonlight rather than with hooting children. Admittedly, this is as special as it sounds, but to my nose it is as fascinating as it is stunningly beautiful. I would have loved to hop around on my olfactory bouncy castle for longer than three to four hours, but in Drydown the fragrance loses a little of its originality - or is it just my chyprenose reacting a little huffily without oakmoss? The base of ambery woods and cold incense smoke is still lovely, but the magic of the fragrance lies in the bizarre floral heart note.
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