Dirt that needs a bath. Dirt that needs laundry. Dirt that the dog brought in. Dirt that one neighbor tries to offer about another. Dirt that just won't get out from under the fingernails. Dirt that gathers into an astonishing mega dust bunny within 24 hours of a vacuuming.
(Hmmm...maybe that's more than 24 hours...but boy, those "bunnies" sure can grow to impressive diameter.)
Anyway, I happen to be a fan of dirt. Because I'm a gardener. I like the way dirt smells. Humus, quality loam, potting soil...I love it all. I'm a fan of the right dollop of dirt in certain perfumes, too. Of course, there are variations on what "dirt" means to different sniffers. Today, since I am chomping at the bit and go out and dig in my own little patch of green, I'm going to offer up a couple of recent favorite scents with "real" dirt inside.
CB I Hate Perfume Wild Hunt Yum, yum...and not in a gourmand way. Not at all. This is violets on the forest floor, remembering there is green about you, and you get to go for a ride and continue deeper into the woods and stop and smell the humus. The smell takes you up above the ground to discover the violets (which waft a bit in the air), and then drops you down on the ground again, then mixes them around. Nice.
Ayala Moriel Rainforest Okay here's a brand new one to my sniffer, and I am infatuated. Brings together a couple of passions of mine, galbanum and dirt, on either end of a really fun deep dark dense evolution from one to the other. Oh, lawsy, where Wild Hunt lets you linger a few feet above the ground on the waft of violets, Rainforest insists you stick with the leaves and the needles and the ground and remember that this growing thing is vegetal, baby. Ayala calls it a "coniferous chypre," and I can see why. Vaguely resiny, definitely the green of a mixed forest. Remember, rainforests don't just exist in tropical zones...you can also meander through a rainforest near the 45th parallel on the Pacific coast. You won't find piranhas, but should be prepared to encounter socks with Birkenstocks.
I'm heading out to dig, which has become a traditional Mother's Day gift to me: protected time in the garden, with ready labor as requested.
Happy Mother's day to all who mother, and all who are remembering their mothers.
