I planted a load of nasturtium seeds in the garden over the summer. Nothing happened for months. I think it was too hot and dry. So, I forgot about them.
But late September, they started to come up – like, all of the them – every.single.plant. And now I’ve got massive nasturtiums in early November showing no signs of stopping. They don’t care about the rain, driving wind or cold. Who knew.
We’re part way through our first Atlantic storm of the season – and the media has gotten so blasé that I don’t even know the name of this one. Looks like it runs through mid this week and then we get dry for a bit.
The lawn is a sponge. The eucalyptus tree in the garden behind keeps dumping bark in my garden which needs collecting and dumping in the green bin.
The sun now comes up after 7 am and goes down a bit before 5 pm. Yuck. Just yuck. And Friday was pre-bonfire night fireworks at local marine camp. So, spent 45 mins with my hands over the dogs ears while he shook. Then took another 1.5 hours for him to calm down in his anti-anxiety bed while I played dog calming music for him. Saturday (actual bonfire night) was worse. Two lots: one early, one much later, after we all thought things were done. First set he went under my desk. So, I did too. Bach to help calm him and ended up curling round him. Later set I was already in bed. So, had to come down and keep him company. I’m not awake today.
So, back to the state of the nasturtium which has caused me to think on wild things of different types. Including perfume.
Where I live looks and feels fairly gentle even though we have very old (like very) twisted oaks that make me think of ancient magic. We get foxes and every once in a while deer on the lanes. I make sure to stop and wait a ways away – until they leap into the hedgerows because … they are wild animals.
We get storms, with gales and horizontal rain, which is weird and wild and not a little bit worrying when the trees start to look like they’ll fall over and you get that unsettling whooshing noise.
And prior to storms you get a twitchy ozone sea fragrance that makes me want to get inside given what it implies. The smell of the ocean gone mad.
I was trying to think of the wildest perfumes I’ve experienced and there aren’t many.
The google searches are sort of usual suspects: obscure Halloween fragrances, lots of leathers and musks (some of which are so gentle on me the lists make me laugh: eg, Malle Musk Ravaguer does nothing ravaging on me and neither do Lutens Muscs Kublai Khan or Narciso Rodriguez for Her — just really ‘nice’ skin scents). Things that say they try to mimic nature ‘at its wildest’. Feh.
Kilian Dark Lord, which I am desperate to sample on skin, is by far the wildest thing I’ve sampled in a long time. It’s still smellable on the blotter I got at Harrods months ago. This isn’t a cliched leather. It just puts it all out there: pepper and rum to start out and then the deepest, darkest base. Clearly I have no idea if I can wear this, and the only sample I can find is on eBay and from the US. I am not paying $20 in shipping for one sample. So, I’m going to have to wait till the short holiday in late January next year to sample it when I’m in a ‘city’.
So, what are your wild things? Any perfumes say wild to you?
Tidbit for the day: a group of rays is called a fever. How about that!
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