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Peachy

On August 17, 2016

In Bittersweet, Fragrant pages, Natural perfumery

I have been a terrible mother lately. Selfish one. I want my child to be with me, enjoying her company, but to control her, as well, albeit in need of more time for myself, which I get hard and do not feel bad when I indulge in it. When she is away from me, I know it is for her own good – to diversify her experiences, to grow among other people who would paint differently her worldview, but then I am miserable, I am anxious and all her possessions scatter and gather me back like I am a cloud of dust.

Linden Season

By leter

On July 2, 2016

In Fragrant pages, Natural perfumery

The lime trees exhale their last days of blossom. I will miss the sedative effect pretty hard. I will have a farnesol withdrawal, I will sneeze, I will sniff the air like a hungry cat. But separation is salutary, it makes us appraise the things that do not belong to us, for a little while or forever.

Rosarium

By leter

On May 31, 2016

In Fragrant pages

Expectations are a ground for huge refreshing eye-openers! If you are spellbound by the immeasurable magic that is the world of perfumes, no matter a master parfumeur, or a fragrance aficionado, then you have heard of the Bulgarian Rose Valley. Well, I don’t live there. It’s in the middle of Bulgaria, almost at the geographical center of our country. But I live at the Western border, in Kyustendil, in a valley as beautiful and fertile as the Rose valley. Cherries and plums, apples and pears – those are the fruits of our region, but not roses, or anything herbal and aromatic on a large-scale production. Can you imagine my stunned face and nose, when this year I found that the prolonged April showers did bring a profusion of May flowers? Like I never knew the flow of things could go this way. Like it is the first time that many rose blooms saturate the air with their endorphin-inducing scent. Every little piece of cultivated green space has at least one rosebush. See it for yourself!

Balconies, porches, hedges…

Battle of Leathers

By leter

On February 13, 2016

In Fragrant pages, Natural perfumery

The skin is the breathing on the surface. Her scent is equally the most difficult and most easily perceived kaleidoscope.In fact, there is no real “skin extract” in perfume. Recalling the naturalistic scenes from “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer” is delusional. There are birch tar and myrtle, cistus, muscone, styrax, isobutyl quinoline, cassia, juniper oil, castoreum, aldehydes, tobacco, black tea and whatnot, adding to the bitter, dusty or lacquered shades of the idea of skin. Whether you understand leather tanning and chemistry or not, skin attracts like gravity and pushes back like identical charges.

Memento

By leter

On October 21, 2015

In Fragrant pages, Natural perfumery

Rose of the Fall – the sun, tucked away in the folds of a fairy’s petticoat,

Dulcet rede

By leter

On October 6, 2015

In Fragrant pages

Have you overfed with sweets?

For example – cotton candy? Freshly gathered honey?

The head runs heavy, the sinuses are tightened,

a longing for an ice-cold soda. It tastes so sweet that bitters!

Nearly forgot…Prima annusata 9

By leter

On September 27, 2015

In Fragrant pages, Prima annusata

The artist in me has been stowing for a long time this summer. The summer squeezed through sheets of paper for textbook encasing, locks of sun-bleached hair and cutting holes of cider cans.

The artist must buck up, fend off the dusty thoughts and feelings, dive into autumn clouds and breathe, and breathe …

Do away and stride forward.

Prima annusata 8

By leter

On June 30, 2015

In Prima annusata

In the first days of summer, I keep sharing reflections on scents I tried over the past two months.

Weather: Spring is in full swing. As if Wormwood wine flows in streams, somewhat bitter, but quickening the juices of grass and trees, everything blooming, overflowing, flying, smiling. I am eager for everything beautiful that is coming toward me, I seem to foretell.

Prima annusata 7

By leter

On June 13, 2015

In Fragrant pages, Prima annusata

Lately, I have been living in a Dali’s painting. Don’t envy, it’s preposterous. A distortion from an omniscient point of view. I can clearly imagine my brain as a remnant of toothpaste squeezing itself out through my ears and my nose, my hands lifeless as a strained sling, and my feet – duly dissected, chiseled and joined again with Chinese chopsticks … Reasons – a shedload. Anxious nail biting and head scratching, paranoid glancing and twitching, depressive drowsiness and lethargy. It is fashionable, they say. But I do not want them fashion! I have to tread carefully, to look around, to listen attentively, to seek per-ma-nent-ly. This relentlessly strenuous and jading. Thence, you will forgive my long silence and absence.

Lux Aurumque*

By leter

On April 25, 2015

In Fragrant pages, Natural perfumery

Lux,

Calida gravisque pura velut aurum

Et canunt angeli molliter

modo natum.

Light,

warm and heavy as pure gold

and angels sing softly

to the new-born babe.

Edward Esch

The good in the world has no end. It is flowing, circling, transforming and it always finds its way to the one who needs it, or back to whoever created it. The malice is asleep and sleeps longer when we forget it, when nobody speaks about it. I remember good and want to do good.

Blog of olfactive experience

Peachy

Linden Season

Rosarium

Battle of Leathers

Memento

Dulcet rede

Nearly forgot…Prima annusata 9

Prima annusata 8

Prima annusata 7

Lux Aurumque*

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