Incense, to me, was represented by those sticks that "hippies" bought in odd little stores. As a small child, I thought that they were actually illegal--which of course made them fascinating and romantic, but certainly nothing I'd ever buy, or even rummage through to read the names of the various scents. I was a painfully law-abiding child.
I remember having that same shocked respect for displays of beef jerky sticks. While they were no doubt legal--nothing sold in gas stations, the most unromantic places possible, could be otherwise--I always assumed that they would require dental equipment beyond that of a normal human, dental equipment that one acquired along with one's hunting license. Sometimes I wish that I could interview my childhood self to find out where she got this stuff.
Now, if I'd thought of incense as being associated with fire, perhaps I would have crossed those boundaries, at least to the point of sniffing the sticks at the store. I love fire. I love smoke. I love the smell of a just-struck match. I always wished that I lived somewhere where it was legal to burn leaves in the fall. I'm delighted that Himself insisted on a fireplace when we remodeled the house.
We never had a fireplace when I was a child, so Mom sometimes allowed me to make tiny fires in baking pans or structures of aluminum foil, sitting at the kitchen table burning matches and toothpicks and melting Green Army Men. This sort of risk was utterly incompatible with Mom's normally safety-first philosophy. I suspect that she observed my love of fire and feared that if she didn't give it some condoned and supervised outlet, my awed respect for the rules would break down and I'd go playing with matches on my own.
I suddenly realize that there's a trend here. If you add Fourth of July sparklers, glorious things with a fuzzy legal status in the states where we lived, then to my childhood self fire and smoke was all about crime, romance and danger. No wonder I don't "get" the soaring serenity of Avignon.
And what about Regina Harris Frankincense Myrrh Rose Maroc Perfume Oil? Well, it's not what I expected. I thought that it would be a shadowy confusing tangle of scents; I imagined getting lost in it, chasing down the notes. But as it turns out, it's so thoroughly blended that I can't find individual notes. There's certainly some dark richness and smokiness in there, but the overall effect is almost comforting, rather than adventurous.
It's medicinal, but it's a "good for you" kind of medicine, not the kind that you take when you're actually sick. I can't tease out the rose, but I can sense it there, sweetening the bitter notes. And there's not that much bitter, really--maybe it's the oil form of this fragrance that's blunting all the sharp edges. I usually fervantly dislike myrrh and mildly dislike frankincense, but in this fragrance I like them both just fine.
And that's all I have for you in the way of a review; my incense vocabulary is simply not equipped to speak to this fragrance. All I can say is that I like it, even though I don't understand it.
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I love your take on possible frankincense ideas. Honestly, I just have 2, the one that reminds me more of our Cola like drink here that obviously employs incense for smell and the other one that smells less sweet and more austere. Both though remind me of burning incense in a church.ReplyDelete
Howdy, Ines! Oh, a Cola like drink with incense sounds really fascinating.ReplyDelete
Fabulously quirky stroll through childhood memories of incendiary materials. Love that your mother gave you a "supervised outlet" for your pyrotechnic leanings. And hooted aloud at:ReplyDelete
"dental equipment that one acquired along with one's hunting license".
I saw my first beef jerky for sale the other day in a gas station in Kingsburg, CA, and also wondered about the orthodontal challenge it would present.
Wow, haven't thought about this scent in such a long time, thank you for the reminder! Need to find some to refresh the memory :)ReplyDelete
I have absolutely no background with incense either! I grew up in the United church of Canada, the most new age boomer hippie place around. Definitely no incense. The only incense I was aware of until a few years ago was the head shop kind, and that makes me cough. Thank goodness for perfume introducing us to the beauty in incense.ReplyDelete
Love this review! If you get that interview with your childhood self, I'd love to read it.ReplyDelete
Besides that one asphyxiating mass I attended,
I discovered incense as a teenager in the local headshop.
I really dug hippie culture as a young teen and thought that incense would help me "tune out", but all it did was make my mother scream "Put that out NOW! You are going to burn the house down!!" She really harshed my mellow, duuuuuddde
I've always liked incense perfumes.ReplyDelete
I grew up without church, so no church and incense associations. But, I did grow up with incense, usually ancient resins burned by my father's side of the family. Or the unnamed headshop sticks from my "runaway to San Francisco" mother's side of the family. I had incense in my life, often picking out my own resins as a 7 year old at the apothecary. However, it never occurred to me until adulthood that it was "churchy" stuff. So, I don't have that background either when talking about incense scents.
Now, to beef jerky. I also didn't know it was real either, not until adulthood. I was raised vegetarian. I thought those nonedible ropes were legendary.
Oh, and to this fragrance. I like it. It's simple but well done.
LOVED this post! For a certain generation and beyond, incense DOES have a touch of the illicit about it-- especially since it was used to cover up the scent of, um, OTHER types of smoke... :DReplyDelete
Hey, Vanessa! Yes, beef jerky remains a puzzle to me, but I must take it on faith that people use regular teeth to consume it.ReplyDelete
Hiya, Marina! Yep, it was pretty nice. A little challenging (I didn't so much mention that in the post, did I?), but nice.ReplyDelete
kj! Now, I'd have thought that a hippie church _might_ have incense, but I guess not the traditional church kind in any case.ReplyDelete
Yo, JoanElaine! Yeah, that probably would have been my mother's reaction, too. :)ReplyDelete
Eaumg! Yes, I think that when I became aware of incense as something that law-abiding people used, I still didn't quite register the church connection.ReplyDelete
And, yes, beef jerky, eternal mystery.
Greetings, Olenska! Oh, y'know, I never thought of that aspect of it. I was, again, ridiculously law-abiding. :) It was relatively recently that I became aware of that nuance of patchouli.ReplyDelete
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