I breathe in
the cool incense smoke from the metal brazier,
While thinking about a poem for my dear friend Lu Wa.
My sandalwood-hearted companion spits out plum blossoms of smoke,
Looking like the cloudy fog of the other world.
Perhaps it's the soul of my friend the old mountain man
In the smoke's dense patterns?
Wit apologizes for the lack of a perfume post these last weeks. We are preparing a longer post on the new Los Angeles Lunar Society perfume this week.
Lunar Labdanum, now for sale, is an occult unguent we painstakingly reconstructed from centuries-old Lunar Society Laboratory parchments discovered buried in an old pneuamtic message canister under a craggy California boulder out by the Chateau Marmont swimming pool.
L.L.'s primary ingredient, rockrose, or labdanum, falls on the more masculine side of the perfume spectrum, though ladies of a Lunar sort of character or an unusually Selenic beauty can certainly wear it lightly. Expect all sorts of unexpected adventures under any phase of the moon.
More specifics later...
Link: The Poetry of Scent.