Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Wounded bird nested back in fruity thorns: Blackbird by Olympic Orchids Artisan Perfumes

Blackbird by Olympic Orchids Artisan Perfumes

By this picture I don't indicate to any carnality in the smell content, contrary, the violet leaves, the body and bleeding berries all are overlapping my story, my impression on Blackbird.

Blackbird is literally a sane perfume, if I take that term to deliver my impression, it is the sanest I have met this last months. With loyalty to nature, expressed in a lucid tongue by one of the most adept noses in natural perfumery, Dr. Ellen Covey.

Once upon a time there were hundreds of blackbirds in fir forest behind that berry meadows of the other side of the lake. In autumn, when weather is slowly getting colder and the meadow is marshy by midnight rains and daytime fogs, one tiny matte black chested blackbird flies over the berry shrubs to pick berries which are now defenselessly hanging on shrubs with no leaves. Delicious juicy organic berries has always a tinge of woods taste. The squirrel on the oak witnessed the yellow beak of a blackbird eating polished eggplant-purple blackberries. The bear is so mad at the bird for leaving no berry for him... ah I think I should never write children book upon our childhood stories!



Ok, the fragrance opens with very amethystic purple color of fruity notes represented by balsamic dimensions of an unfamiliar fresh fir. It's like greens and berries in a diet salad but anyhow, it's not yummy or fresh as green fragrances. The fragrance in fact is so simple, so plain and inviting. Invites you to hear her message from nature. Behind her fragile appearance, there is smoky incense-like apothecary heart, that speaks of untouched wild nature in which mankind has not intervened yet.
Gradually, fir slides away and blackberry remains on top, with delightful taste. There is very clever use of hay to duplicate tobacco'ish aroma that supports jammy smell of blackberry.
The core of the fragrance is totally out of this world. You camp with friends in woods, no car, no network coverage, no sign of technology while the city is few miles away. It's pure happiness and this must be the life!

Painting © David Hutchinson
David Hutchinson, Blackbird in Springtime

Ellen Covey just reminds me to take a look at back, not too long, just ten years ago. Grandma's delicious summertime berry jams, smell of woods and firs, music of river and fly of tiny birds over dense shrubs; you curiously find your path through dense net of scratching tightly tied-in thorns to encounter the nests and see the wild chicks. You bleed and feel the pain of thorns under your skin for hours to keep you aware that you're the last generation how climbed trees as a game, who saw the thorn birds' nests, and ate berries from shrubs.

Blackbird has moderate tenacity although it stays quite long on skin but only displays close to skin after a while. For the first hour its projection is average. But what makes me in love with it is the transparency and virginity of smell of natural elements. It's so loyal to nature.

Carpe Odor!

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