About the FRAGRANCE
During the years I have always found the beauty of Joshua Tree National Park and Twentynine Palms mind-blowing. The surreal features of succulents, all sculpted by storms, strong winds and occasional torrents of rain. Bristle cactus plants that in contrast produce the most delicate and soft flowers. With many of them being psychoactive, the fragrance is also a testimonial to Laurel Canyon: the home of countless parties and LA rock musicians during the experimental era of the late 1960s and 1970s. Fragrance notes include Peach Skin, Green Cactus, Cashmere Wood.
INGREDIENTS
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FRAGRANCE NOTES
- Litsea Cubeba
- Bright, citrusy, and fresh. Sharp lemon-like aroma with a clean, slightly green and sparkling lift.
- Peach Skin
- Soft, fruity, and slightly fuzzy. Light peach sweetness with a delicate, skin-like texture and a gentle floral warmth.
- Green Cactus
- Fresh, green, and watery. Clean vegetal brightness with a soft, slightly juicy freshness and a dry, airy finish.
- Cashmere Wood
- Soft, woody, and smooth. Warm, airy woods with a slightly musky, velvety dryness and a gentle amber-like glow.
- Vetiver
- Dry, earthy, and woody. Smoky roots with a clean, grassy bitterness and a subtle mineral edge.
- White Musk
- Clean, soft, and slightly powdery. Smooth, airy musk with a gentle skin-like warmth and subtle sweetness.
THE BREW
Includes excerpts from “The Wind” by PJ Harvey (1998).
Catherine liked high places. High up on the hills. The yurt was located in Laurel Canyon. It was a circular tent and covered in beige felt. Having harvested cacti the previous day at her friend’s land, close to Joshua National Park, the preparation was now in full swing. First the spines were removed using the tip of a small knife. Then the translucent skin was peeled off to make the wet, dark green flesh appear. The holy grail. Hours later the brew stood ready in a cauldron of cast iron. The small gathering of friends sat in a small circle on large embroidered cushions and pillows while the leader of the ceremony poured the liquid in tea bowls.
And to listen to the wind blow. The brew was like drinking bitter earth. And then. Everything moving, the colors so vivid. A magical and enchanted land, so intense. She went out and laid down on the ground. One moment Catherine felt she had enough, and the next moment she surrendered. Wind chimes of bamboo created a subtle, soothing noise together with the leaves from the surrounding trees. The bonfire crackled and she gazed at the clear sky of planets, stars, asteroids and comets. The beauty of the desert all came back to her. Joshua Trees reaching up towards the sky in prayer. The dusty, earthy aroma and the sweetness of rain. Untouched nature sculptured by relentless sun and strong winds. It all now started to make sense and have a meaning.