Drat. My so-called real life has interfered with my pretensions at paganism. Yesterday was
Faunus. (Thanks to
Tea, Sympathy and Perfume for reminding me.)
Perhaps the blanket of snow covering the ground this week also distracted me from dirty woods celebrations? Hmmm. It's pretty outside, but winter has so arrived.
In honor of faunus, woods, crops, dancing, merrymaking...with a plonk of snow over top...I conjure some layers:
- Black March + Iris Bleu Gris (that gives you the earth, hint of woods, skank of faun and dancing, with iris serving as the cold note of snow)
Pause. Uh-oh. My plan was to list three combinations. Then ask you for more. I'm stuck, because most of the earth in perfume I've encountered has a sense of the opening of spring, rather than the end/closing of things as you approach the winter solstice.
So, I'll put this one up, and add in ideas as they come...or as they are offered. (Please, offer. I'm not just stuck--I'm curious.)
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On a side note, some rather scary character apparently accompanied Santa Claus/Saint Nicholas across Switzerland yesterday. Looks like Faunus clear reverberates in this tradition. In a nice twist for perfume fans,
Andy Tauer has incorporated a discussion of this Schutzli character into the advent calendar he is keeping on his blog. There's other fun going on there as well...
