Phantom pain

Not long ago I used to have a nose with nice receptors linked to a greedy brain. Now, it is gone since 3 days. It vanished and left nothing but emptiness of sensation. And kind of a phantom pain. Yesterday morning, my brain produced the most astonishing Jasmin, silvery and soft, of a never smelled elegance. It was an impression that was almost as intense as smelling the real flower. I was really amazed, but left after a second with the black hole again. I interpret this phantoms as pictures coming from a bored brain.

As this is a reversible state which will soon come to an end, I do not worry but used the opportunity to think about Vetiver first on paper and then mixing the stuff together without any clue of what it is like. Basically this was the first time I worked entirely on paper. In a sense, I worked for the first time like the perfume creators in the big companies, with laborious servants on their side, mixing whatever they tell them to mix. I must admit: It is not my way of working. I miss the opportunities of discovery. The discovery of how the addition of a little bit of this and that changes the picture. And the opportunity of inspiration on the way. The main line of what I tried was Vetiver, lots of it, with hints of myrrh, vanillin and cistus, traces of oakmoss, lavender, peppermint, and some supporting notes such as bergamot.

I have no clue what it smells like. I was told it’s interesting, fresh and special and original (what ever this means). I can’t wait for my nose to clear up again.