Bpal Review-- Piper at the Gates of Dawn
THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN
Perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes, but that, though the piping was now hushed, the call and the summons seemed still dominant and imperious. He might not refuse, were Death himself waiting to strike him instantly, once he had looked with mortal eye on things rightly kept hidden. Trembling he obeyed, and raised his humble head; and then, in that utter clearness of the imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fullness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight; saw the stern, hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humourously, while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners; saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest, the long supple hand still holding the pan-pipes only just fallen away from the parted lips; saw the splendid curves of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward; saw, last of all, nestling between his very hooves, sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment, the little, round, podgy, childish form of the baby otter. All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.
Sublime peace, ecstatic joy, and thunderstruck awe: terebinth pine, patchouli, brown musk, linden blossom, honey, mallow, blood orange, heliotrope, and golden amber.
Bottle: Definitely getting the patchouli and the musk. And something sweeter and lightly floral-linden blossom? Heliotrope? It's very easy on the nose. Soft and warm.
On me: PATCHOULI!!!!! And amber. The underlying sweetness is gone and it's turning into an autumnal scent. It's very resinous. I think I like it! I wish there was orange in it, though. I like citrusy smells.
Later: It's all Patchouli now. It reminds me of the days when I was young (five? six?) and would sit in my sister's bedroom while she played music for me. Janis Joplin, Chuck Berry, Bob Dylan, Blue Oyster Cult, Moody Blues, David Bowie, Rick Wakeman and so many others that I probably don't remember were spun in her funky room with black and white walls (2 black, 2 white) with contrasting fringe borders and red shag carpeting. The room always smelled of patchouli. This is like wearing the memory of those days. Christie, you would have LOVED this. I'll wear it and think of you, darlin'.
Perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes, but that, though the piping was now hushed, the call and the summons seemed still dominant and imperious. He might not refuse, were Death himself waiting to strike him instantly, once he had looked with mortal eye on things rightly kept hidden. Trembling he obeyed, and raised his humble head; and then, in that utter clearness of the imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fullness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight; saw the stern, hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humourously, while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners; saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest, the long supple hand still holding the pan-pipes only just fallen away from the parted lips; saw the splendid curves of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward; saw, last of all, nestling between his very hooves, sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment, the little, round, podgy, childish form of the baby otter. All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.
Sublime peace, ecstatic joy, and thunderstruck awe: terebinth pine, patchouli, brown musk, linden blossom, honey, mallow, blood orange, heliotrope, and golden amber.
Bottle: Definitely getting the patchouli and the musk. And something sweeter and lightly floral-linden blossom? Heliotrope? It's very easy on the nose. Soft and warm.
On me: PATCHOULI!!!!! And amber. The underlying sweetness is gone and it's turning into an autumnal scent. It's very resinous. I think I like it! I wish there was orange in it, though. I like citrusy smells.
Later: It's all Patchouli now. It reminds me of the days when I was young (five? six?) and would sit in my sister's bedroom while she played music for me. Janis Joplin, Chuck Berry, Bob Dylan, Blue Oyster Cult, Moody Blues, David Bowie, Rick Wakeman and so many others that I probably don't remember were spun in her funky room with black and white walls (2 black, 2 white) with contrasting fringe borders and red shag carpeting. The room always smelled of patchouli. This is like wearing the memory of those days. Christie, you would have LOVED this. I'll wear it and think of you, darlin'.