Tuesday, November 10, 2009

*Real world perfume: Late autumn in the Tennessee woods


















Damp morning air, crumbling leaves, mold, wood smoke, and deer pee--lots of deer pee.


A stag lying, after Dürer, Wenceslas Hollar (1607-77)


*This is a new series. I'm moved to sniff outside the bottle.
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2 comments:

chayaruchama said...

That's MORE than enough for me...
I'll WALK to your door, honey.

And vintage Miss Dior fits perfectly.

[Sniffs happily]

November 11, 2009 at 5:58 AM
Bozo said...

Isn't this a haiku? A very good one.

November 11, 2009 at 2:07 PM

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