Thursday, June 9, 2011

A Room With A View

Because when you love a book, you want to live inside of it. 404 is a violet perfume by CB I Hate Perfume, inspired by a favorite passage from the E.M. Forster classic:

She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; the terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth.
Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone.
George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who has fallen out of heaven.  He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her. 

It captures "the hills above Florence - the vineyards, the wild grass, the finocchio, the hot dusty Florentine earth. And of course a torrent of Violets..." Having visited the CB gallery, I can say that if it reads so, it is. More than anything else, these are bottled moments: Old Leather, Winter 1972, Burning Leaves. Christopher Brosius is a wizard and these are his potions. Visit his collections and carry away the narrative that is right for you.

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