Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab--Glasgow
Aug. 30th, 2009 11:16 pmGlasgow
The rich scent of wild blackberry breezing over gentle rosy heather.
I was shocked, upon application, to realize this smells like my Grandma Catherine, my father's mother that passed when I was maybe 8 or 9 years old. I didn't know it at the time, but she smelled like this, like a heather-based hand lotion, sweet and unassuming, feminine and comforting. The blackberry note is subtle, just enough to round out the heather and keep it gentle.
She looked a lot like Barbara Bush with her quiet grace, strands of pearls, and glorious cap of silver-white hair. Her top dresser drawer held a few treasures for us grandchildren to discover with every visit--an old "Indian" wallet, a small French doll with a traveling chest full of clothes and tiny button boots.
She wasn't Scottish, but a proud Swede married to a Scots-Irish man, and this is her scent. It is a time capsule perfume, a scent that isn't seen as very modern or youthful, but one that I think holds it's own very well as classic, feminine--the picture of wool and pocketbooks and walking adventures.
Wow, I miss her.
The rich scent of wild blackberry breezing over gentle rosy heather.
I was shocked, upon application, to realize this smells like my Grandma Catherine, my father's mother that passed when I was maybe 8 or 9 years old. I didn't know it at the time, but she smelled like this, like a heather-based hand lotion, sweet and unassuming, feminine and comforting. The blackberry note is subtle, just enough to round out the heather and keep it gentle.
She looked a lot like Barbara Bush with her quiet grace, strands of pearls, and glorious cap of silver-white hair. Her top dresser drawer held a few treasures for us grandchildren to discover with every visit--an old "Indian" wallet, a small French doll with a traveling chest full of clothes and tiny button boots.
She wasn't Scottish, but a proud Swede married to a Scots-Irish man, and this is her scent. It is a time capsule perfume, a scent that isn't seen as very modern or youthful, but one that I think holds it's own very well as classic, feminine--the picture of wool and pocketbooks and walking adventures.
Wow, I miss her.