Jenjin

The cry of the cicada

Gives us no sign

That presently they will die

– Matsuo Bashō, translated by William George Aston

This year, the forests of the eastern United States will be abuzz (pun intended) with the concurrent emergence of two separate broods,
the 17-year-old Brood XIII and 13-year-old Brood XIX. A cicada extravaganza like this one hasn’t been seen since 1803! 

A scent fit for a Swarmageddon: soft, dark soil, black pepper, tonka bean, decaying leaves, licorice root, ambrette seed,
sweet vetiver, bourbon vanilla, oakmoss, brown labdanum, elm bark, vegetable leather, clary sage, 13-year aged patchouli,
17-year aged patchouli, and two bright red specs of dragon’s blood resin.

Artist - Marian Wawrzeniecki
Cracked leather binding and aged, yellowing, blood-soaked paper, clove bud, green silk,
sandalwood incense, agarwood, black sesame, and thorns.

April Art: A Moment of Joy
April is a moment of joy for those who have survived the winter.
– Samuel Johnson

Artist - Norman Lindsay
Pearlescent ambergris and salt musk, white bergamot, elemi, white lemon peel, champaca, and seafoam.

April Art: A Moment of Joy
April is a moment of joy for those who have survived the winter.
– Samuel Johnson

Artist - Marc Chagall
Soft, sweet bourbon vanilla and sensuous benzoin nestled in a haven of lilac blooms.

April Art: A Moment of Joy
April is a moment of joy for those who have survived the winter.
– Samuel Johnson

Artist - Adolphe-Alexandre Lesrel
A softly glowing floral aldehyde streaked with somnolent lavender, ambrette, purple rose,
vanilla bean, pink cognac, violet leaf, woad, muguet, black currant bud, and sheer musk.

April Art: A Moment of Joy
April is a moment of joy for those who have survived the winter.
– Samuel Johnson

Alexander Rothaug
Thick blankets of moss embracing river-smoothed stones, a cascade of shimmering amber, and heady white petals.

April Art: A Moment of Joy
April is a moment of joy for those who have survived the winter.
– Samuel Johnson

Wild fig, buttercream honey, bourbon cream sweetened with a bit of condensed milk, and warm, snuggly russet patchouli.

Proceeds from the sale of each bottle will benefit Cuddly, who assists rescue organizations and animal-focused non-profits.

Holding its own, apart from the original, I adore this modern version and it's incredibly smooth notes. Seriously wonderful patchouli that does not overpower, and blends in perfectly. Has that "Age of Aquarius" vibe, vintage floral with the silvery lavender making it unisex overall. Very wearable, I can see this being both sexy yet causal at the same time. The end product is captivating, mystical and haunting. 

Green tea, rose wine, scarlet musk, dried jasmine petals, ume blossom,
cherrywood, rice powder, coconut husk, and white amber.

Honeyed black musk, lotus root, blood orange, ambrette seed, mimosa, balsam, and sandalwood incense.

An itch that needs to be scratched: Snake Oil and three types of honey.

In the middle of the flanks of women lies the womb, a female viscus, closely resembling an animal; for it is moved of itself hither and thither in the flanks, also upwards in a direct line to below the cartilage of the thorax and also obliquely to the right or to the left, either to the liver or spleen; and it likewise is subject to falling downwards, and, in a word, it is altogether erratic. It delights, also, in fragrant smells, and advances towards them; and it has an aversion to fetid smells, and flees from them; and on the whole the womb is like an animal within an animal.

– Aretaeus the Cappadocian

Oh, that wily womb! Hippocrates and his followers considered the womb a mobile creature, causing mayhem as it writhed its way through a woman’s body. Sometimes this ornery organ, due to lack of sexual activity, would create conflicts within a woman’s system or would become blocked itself, causing anxiety, nervousness, water retention, and sleeplessness. With the assistance of doctors, nursemaids, hand tools, or, occasionally, self-manipulation, this vexing condition could be alleviated through hysterical paroxysms.

Or, as we call it nowadays: orgasm.

A sweet, sexy scent for when you want to get some, just finished getting some, or want to smell like you got some.

Blood red velvet, a crack of polished leather, rosewater, and brandy

Sweet amber, chilled lemon peel, green tea, green cardamom pod, and incense smoke.

Teakwood, bamboo, and cypress with amber oud, crystallized ginger, and ti leaf.

Ripe golden apples, white honey, and lotus cream.

Red currant, white honey, coconut milk, and amber.

Honeyed labdanum, neroli, vanilla husk, night blooming jasmine, ink rose petals, and pale threads of incense smoke.

Cherry blossoms, violet root, muguet, green tea, crystalline musk, and yuzu.

Pine pitch brocade, amber incense smoke, Mysore sandalwood, myrrh,
red benzoin, inky patchouli, and an oakmoss fougere.

Rice milk, hay absolute, Oolong tea, honey dust, champaca, frankincense smoke, golden sandalwood, and heliotrope.

Lemon frankincense, sandalwood cream, and saffron tabac.

Tobacco flower, hay absolute, lemon peel, brown leather accord,
amber saffron, black pepper, and magnolia blossom.

Steel, leather, and scarlet chypre, pomegranate incense, tobacco absolute,
nagarmotha, saffron, Ceylon cinnamon, champaca, and red oud.

Sugared lilac, white lilies, and jasmine incense.