“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”
Oh, but how exquisite is this ball we are invited to! The perfume opens up, and we pass the iron gate leading into the drive. A gust of wind ruffles the bushes, swooshing up a lemony vegetal fresh smell with a bit bitter, a bit salty after-taste, just like this autumn air with the promise of the ocean nearby. We enter the majestic hallway, passing the large flower arrangements that frame the entrance, smiling to the other guests that are gathered in small circles, engaged in the ritual of pointing out the obvious bad weather and the latest exotic vacations they went on. You pass them by, leaving behind the sound of smile uncovered teeth hitting the champagne glasses and you can swear you can smell the sweet aroma of exotic flowers rising from their breath.
You caress with your fingertips the old, wooden rail staircase, as you climb. Time has carved texture into the small crevices in the wood, in a long-forgotten-braille language, unveiling the tales of all the hands that have touched it, climbing up and down, further down into time.
“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again. Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca”
Head Notes: Italian Bergamot, Moroccan Neroli, Champagne accord
Heart Notes: Italian Iris abs., Italian Iris Root Butter, French Iris Root Butter, Tuberose abs., Ylang Ylang Madagascar
Base Notes: Sandalwood Mysore, Oakmoss, Leather accord