Bond No. 9 - Chinatown

My own private time capsule.  It takes me back to a time when I hung out with these new age hippies. A time of freedom, of liberty when I left my lacklustre marriage and found myself.  It sings to me of long-shadowed afternoons, drinking chai on the porch of a large, ramshackle house that had once been glorious.  Set amongst majestic magnolia, willow, peach and apple trees, meandering gardenias and wisteria creeping wherever they could. Misfits on cushions, strumming guitars, beating bongos and breeze fuelled wind-chimes creating a soundtrack for soaring spirits and lonely hearts. Nag Champa curled it's way through diaphanous curtains to wrap around bare-bronzed shoulders, curtained by patchouli scented tresses and skin musk.  But just inside the window, on a threadbare sofa, with a beaten metal tray of blown-out candles, sits a girl with a book.

~ jojo

White Floral - Warm Spicy - Floral - Woody - Tuberose - Vanilla

Top notes seduce with intoxicating scents of peach blossoms and bergamot. The heart is composed of gardenia, honey and sensual sweet tuberose, peony and orange blossom, while the base is made of patchouli, cedar, warm and soft vanilla, sandalwood, cardamom, and Guiac wood. The perfume is characterized as floriental, which can also be sensed from its very name and the bottle design. 

This is my Signature Scent - I will love it until the day I die <3

Serge Lutens - Fille en Aiguilles

She runs.  Barefoot into the dark places, hair tangled, afraid of nothing.  She glimpses Baba Yaga in the shadows. Here in the deepest part of the forest - the damp soil, peppered with one hundred thousand nettles - she is closest to Mother Earth. Her pulse quickens in time with the thrum and throb of Gaia's heartbeat and her breath catches in her throat when long, spindly needles of sunlight reach through the soaring trunks to place a golden crown upon her brow. These sentinels of Sacred space sing a ringing welcome to her, she is their Queen. She spins, dressed in curls of incense with jewels of molten amber. She is Goddess in triplicate; maiden, mother, crone. Innocence and age old wisdom. The huntress and the hunted. She is one with the trees, with the earth, with the stories and the storytellers. If you ever venture into the forest, you may hear her singing with the bees and you may feel her warmth in a sunlit clearing, but never try and tame her, magical things can't be tamed.~ jojo

Woody - Aromatic - Balsamic - Warm Spicy - Smoky - Fresh Spicy

The composition incorporates pine needles, vetiver, bay leaf, spices, fruit and incense.

I simply ADORE this perfume - the pine, the sap, the smoke, the incense - it's longevity is amazing, and it's projection is just right.  A true unisex juice <3