The first thing I note is that on a day when I have a few collected samples in front of me, ready in their mailers, it is the CdG SJ that offers a hint of scent when I take it out of its mailer. And again, a bit more so, when I take the vial out of its protective little sealed bag. By the time I circle back around to try to open the vial--which was, btw, quite tightly stoppered, and required a little extra english to get it open--I have tantalizing little mini-hits coming my way. And what has been suggested by these successively increasing hints turns out to be true of the opening: potent. true violet. dirt. skank. and...space???something air and beyond.
Emphasis at the top on dirt, air, and odd skank.
But, everybody...doo-loo-doo-doo...here comes the sun...well, violet. So what breaks through isn’t all bright, high, and sunshiney, but rather pure, natural, green/purple, lowish down, and refreshing/comfortable. It’s coming.
Now, almost an hour in, I have a most interesting violet on my wrist. It is pretty tightly woven with other elements...something green, something dirt, with that odd ozonic skank dancing about ever so lightly (so lightly that I’m not sure I would have caught it as such had it not been such a prominent voice in the opening). I’d really like to go out smelling like this...reactions might include “Nice...what?,” which I like to think of as a way to describe me. ;)
Good heavens, 1 1/2 hours in, I put my sniffer up...a hint of...soap??? Try again...ah, it seems that was a cumulative impression...when I break it down, it’s everything from before, but it’s like when the vegetables start breaking down in the soup...certain spots in the pot are a little bit of everything.