Parfum Extrait
Ambrette Seed, Angelica Root, Bay St. Thomas, Beeswax Absolute, Bergamot, Cinnamon Leaf, Clary Sage, Costus Absolute, Cumin, Fir Balsam Absolute, Galbanum Resinoid, Geranium Bourbon, Jasmine Sambac, Juniper Berry, Labdanum, Lavender Absolute, Lemon, Mugwort, Mysore Sandalwood, Neroli Absolute, Nutmeg, Oakmoss Absolute, Olibanum Resinoid, Orris Butter, Patchouli Fractions, Petitgrain Bigarade, Rose de Mai, Rosemary, Rosewood, Sweet Basil, Tarragon Absolute, Tobacco Absolute, Tonka Absolute, Vetiver AbsoluteI followed a man in a gray coat for about six blocks on Thursday. My only defense is that I was already going that way, which stopped being true by the second block.
Rosemary came off him first, the way it does off a hand that has been pulling a sprig apart. Then juniper, and something bitter and root-like, the water a pot of dried things has stood in. When he stopped at the crossing I got tobacco, not smoke but the stale sweetness of an old pouch, and under it wax, the yellow kind, as if the coat hung beside a candle or a hive. I stood closer than people stand. A woman with a pram looked at me.
He turned in at a dentist’s door. I went on to the station, which is the wrong direction from everything I own, and had to pay for a ticket back.
Dedicated to: Furari by Jiro Taniguchi
Parfum Extrait
Ambrette Seed, Angelica Root, Bay St. Thomas, Beeswax Absolute, Bergamot, Cinnamon Leaf, Clary Sage, Costus Absolute, Cumin, Fir Balsam Absolute, Galbanum Resinoid, Geranium Bourbon, Jasmine Sambac, Juniper Berry, Labdanum, Lavender Absolute, Lemon, Mugwort, Mysore Sandalwood, Neroli Absolute, Nutmeg, Oakmoss Absolute, Olibanum Resinoid, Orris Butter, Patchouli Fractions, Petitgrain Bigarade, Rose de Mai, Rosemary, Rosewood, Sweet Basil, Tarragon Absolute, Tobacco Absolute, Tonka Absolute, Vetiver AbsoluteI followed a man in a gray coat for about six blocks on Thursday. My only defense is that I was already going that way, which stopped being true by the second block.
Rosemary came off him first, the way it does off a hand that has been pulling a sprig apart. Then juniper, and something bitter and root-like, the water a pot of dried things has stood in. When he stopped at the crossing I got tobacco, not smoke but the stale sweetness of an old pouch, and under it wax, the yellow kind, as if the coat hung beside a candle or a hive. I stood closer than people stand. A woman with a pram looked at me.
He turned in at a dentist’s door. I went on to the station, which is the wrong direction from everything I own, and had to pay for a ticket back.
Dedicated to: Furari by Jiro Taniguchi