Some days I find myself wishing that the wind would come and take me to a far-away land, where no one can find me and where I can be contentedly alone. On days like these I wear I Am A Dandelion by CB I Hate Perfume [water perfume, not the perfume absolute]. For then I don’t just imagine myself as a dandelion floating in the gentle breeze, I become the dandelion, I inhabit its body in a way that Thomas Nagel could never conceive of what it is like to be a bat.
Don’t write me off as a batty nut just yet. Think. When was the last time you became something other than you were? When was the last time you allowed yourself to inhabit the body of another, losing yourself in its consciousness and letting go of your own?* I don’t know about you, but I find that perfume has the magic of enabling me to do so…
I am a dandelion
Free to fly
Where the wind will take me
Lift my wings
Feel the rush of exhilaration
The world a dizzying blur
As I spin around and around
The damp grass a long way away
The earth but a distant memory
I am a cotton cloud
Sailing in the azure sky
I am free.
I don’t know what dandelions smell like, having never really seen nor smelt one in real life before (I know, right!), although I vaguely recall reading about them in some of Enid Blyton’s Faraway Tree series during my childhood days. If anything, I Am A Dandelion comes very close to what my mind’s nose imagined dandelions would smell like. Crisp grass dances with the wet dew on the dandelion’s yellow petals and holds me spellbound. I’m usually not one for ‘quiet’ or ‘introspective’ perfumes, but I Am A Dandelion has me enraptured. So this is what spring smells like, after a light, gentle rain. Interestingly, a violet note surfaces, not unlike the violet in Tindrer – it’s a soft, soothing scent that simultaneously lifts and calms one’s spirits.
And then there’s the powder, oh, that gorgeous dusting! that soft, silky gauze! Once the green floral notes have lived their short lives, the powder takes over for the rest of the perfume’s short lifespan. Yes, just like the dandelion’s life is short but beautiful, I Am A Dandelion‘s longevity is like a fleeting breeze. I suppose that in keeping the perfume faithful to the actual dandelion, perfumer Christopher Brosius must have decided to forgo perfume fixatives. I don’t mind, for it reminds me that to be a dandelion is to live a short, ethereal life of beauty, and to disappear with the wind thereafter.
It’s been some time since I’ve hosted a giveaway, and I thought it would be great to share my joy that spring will be coming soon with you, my dear readers. I’ll be giving away samples of CB I Hate Perfume’s I Am A Dandelion, M3 November, and Gingerbread. To be entered in the draw, all you have to do is leave a comment answering either of the following questions: What is your favourite springtime perfume? When was the last time you allowed your imagination to roam freely?
Draw closes Thursday, 20 March 2014, which is the first day of spring in the UK, at 12pm GMT and is open to everyone around the world. The winner will be drawn using Random.org and the results will be posted on this blog.
* It might be instructive to read J.M. Coetzee’s The Lives of Animals if you’re interested in pursuing the philosophical notion of jumping outside our anthropocentric frameworks and inhabiting the perspectives of animals/plants/objects.
~ The Smelly Vagabond