In the white weeping birch tree in our back yard is a noose, and the noose branch hangs into the alley. Why do we have a noose on that tree? Ask Harrison Mackenzie, my 16-year-old Guitar Rock God (GRG) son, he put it there. His friends came over a couple of weeks ago to work on a school project, which translates to… “we’re making a movie, Mom!” meaning they took the fog machine, my DVD movie camera, opened up the garage door and put a cloud of fog over just our block which the neighbors were not as amused by as I was.
While making the movie, his friend, Chris, spied the noose and thought it would be fun to “hang himself,” for film. He’s pretty small, and he jumped up on the wood fence next to the noose, stuck his head through and then…. slipped. Harry and his friends were not paying attention when he slipped, but he must have kicked one of them or gurgled, and he was able to get his footing and prevent a hangin’.
Queue up “One Man, hangin From a Tree, but that don’t bother me… at all. Mason Proffit, Come & Gone, 1974. Love that album, hadn’t thought about that in ten years.
Did I know about the noose incident at the time? Um, no. This whole story was just related to me recently. At least he didn’t wait as long as my brothers and sister and I did to tell our mom about taking a lit kerosene lantern into our straw bale tunnel up in the hayloft of the barn. I asked the GRG what he would have done if Chris had accidentally hanged himself and it was up to him to explain the accident to Chris’ parents. The response: “I would have just thrown the body into traffic and told his parents that’s how he got killed.” This must be payback for when I sent Alex into school in 5th grade with Dorothy Parker’s Resume for one of the poetry memorization days.
Understand teenagers? ….Might as well be walkin on the sun.
There’s a little black box on my desk, and inside of it are some very rare and hard to find samples — Hermes Doblis, both the original Djedi and the reissue, Chaos, vintage Rumeur, Parfum Sacre extrait, Jil Sander No. 4 parfum, Fendi Theorema extrait, Andy Tauer’s new lavender mod — mostly things I’ve gotten from kind friends. I cherish this box, it is my little idea of heaven, and I open it regularly and paw through its contents, sniffing some vials, and then guard it as The Precccciouuuussss it is. While comparing the two Djedis, sniffing Jolie Madame vintage, I just dream about finding that mislabled Caron Voeu de Noel on eBay for a song. Voeu de Neol is, quite simply, Nuit de Noel going Supernova. Caron really needs to consider doing this one again, even for a brief limited edition run.
Running the Jil Sander No. 4 parfum under my nose, it just transports me. If you think the EDP of this is great, you should smell the parfum. It is absolutely heart-stopping in its beauty and will render you speechless. In all the places that are trailing florals in the EDP, there is a depth and some naughty bits that are surprising and haunting.
This box is my magical world, full of the rare, the old, the exquiste, the amounts are teeny and impossible to get more of, which should really make me sad and melancholy, but it is quite the opposite — it makes me deliriously happy. Understand this obsession? …. Might as well be walking on the sun.
On a less obscure note, Candle Delirium (my favorite online candle spot) has the new Modern Alchemy candles from D.L & Co. Okay, get a load of a couple of these. Boston Tea Party, notes of English black tea, cedar and blackish seaweed absolute. Dia de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead, hey, that’s coming up in a couple of months), with notes of marigolds, frankincense. Ex Libris, infused with scents of antiquated leather-bound volumes of handsome papers and parchment permeate (HUH?!?!?). Opium Den, smouldering raisins, opiates and tobacco. Salem, notes of New England maple (not some other inferior maple from some lesser states), hickory and walnut. Tincture and Winchester, notes of wood stock, 19th century lacquer and smoky gunpowder.
Okay, I list all of there here because at $50 per candle, I just CAN’T buy all of these myself, you guys have to help. I’ll get three, the Dia, Boston Tea party and the Tincture weirdo one. Iam a huge gun nut (farm upbringing, there was a pistol or rifle in every pickup), and something with gunpowder in it has me beyond curious into obsessed. Come on, Your Fragrance Blog NEEDS You! I wish I were clever like Katie and could come up with a graphic that would illustrate how much!