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.


chayaruchama said...

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

And vintage Miss Dior fits perfectly.

[Sniffs happily]

Bozo said...

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