The elephant, the huge old beast,
is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
and drink and browse
and dash in panic through the brake
of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
together, without a word.
So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
hiding their fire.
Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
for the full repast.
They do not snatch, they do not tear;
their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
till they touch in flood.
– DH Lawrence
A rolling, unhurried, volcanic passion sustained by a love that is slow, shy, patient, and wise – and expressed through a scent as warm, languorous, luxuriant, and comforting as a cloak of heavy, soft red velvet: deep burgundy musk, red labdanum, smoked rose petals, opoponax, 17-year aged patchouli, blackened vanilla bean, dried black cherries, blackberries, and tobacco absolute.
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Amanda Cook –
This is just the most glorious patchouli perfume I’ve ever beheld. The musk and the patchouli blend seamlessly, I get whiffs of rose and a tiny hint of cherry, and the tobacco provides a beautiful base. I don’t know what opoponax smells like (sorry!) so I can’t pick it out. Usually vanilla goes cloyingly sweet on me and I shy away from it, but not here. Reminds me a bit of Baba Yaga, but romantic instead of menacing.