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When you’re very small, running barefoot through damp grass on a summer evening, honeysuckle’s scent beckons like fireflies. It’s an alluring smell that, on the scale of things that will someday make you weep with longing, is somewhere between a magnolia blossom and your mother’s best perfume.

First, you pull off a creamy white or pale yellow flower. Then you hold it with the green base up. You carefully tug off the little green cap and draw out the single thread of the stamen. If you’re lucky and the fairies are with you, you’ll be rewarded with a drop of nectar, a small sip of sweetness, hanging on the end of the thread.

It’s a joy best savored by the young and patient, those with mouths so small and taste buds so fresh that the little drop seems as big and sweet as a Nik-L-Nip, those wax bottles of colored sugar syrup.

It’s like God loved Southern children so much, he draped the woods with a candy counter, free for the taking, proof that life will always be delicious and full of promise.

And then, inevitably, we grow up. As we get larger, tiny pleasures like honeysuckle blossoms don’t seem like such a big deal anymore. We get lives and yard work and mortgages, and we discover that not everything lovely is carefree.

• • •

The honeysuckle that festoons our woods is Japanese honeysuckle, and it’s an outsider here, an invader that pushed its way in, like kudzu and wisteria, those other vines that came from the outside and stayed to color the Southern landscape. Honeysuckle is not supposed to be here. It’s just another visitor that dropped by and liked it here too much to leave.

This rampant vine, first brought from its native Japan to U.S. shores on Long Island, New York in 1806, absolutely loves the Eastern climate. Propagating by berries spread by birds as well as running rhizomes, it proceeded to conquer just about all of the woodlands, roadsides, wetlands, and disturbed areas east of the Mississippi River. It invaded Texas, Arkansas, Louisiana, and Missouri too.

Like most vines, Japanese honeysuckle is programmed to grow and spread and never stop. If it has nothing to climb, it creeps along the ground until it does. When it does, it twines around it until it reaches the top and then starts looking for something else to climb. It will readily reach the top of a 100-foot-tall tree. If it twines around a young tree, it can literally strangle it to death. As it travels from tree to tree in the woods, it forms impenetrable thickets.

There are some uses and benefits to honeysuckle though. Mainly regarded in traditional Chinese medicine, the Honeysuckle has long been used as a natural home remedy to treat inflammation, stomach upset, upper respiratory infections, fever and more.

•Learn more about the benefits of honeysuckle at: https://www.greenshieldorganic.com/honeysuckle-benefits-and-uses/

(by Kathleen Purvis)

[elfgarlic]

my top 5 fav perfumes (so far)

mississippi medicine by ds & durga

kira kira by strangers parfumerie

haxan by prissana

daddy by universal flowering

the ghost in the shell by etat libre d'orange

[krscblw]

perfume of the day 4(?)! i wanted to do something that reminded me of fire ghouls, but i honestly don't love most fragrances i associate with fire. i went something a little woodier - parlour by fantome and mississippi medicine by ds&durga

parlour is a very smooth, warm, wood scent. it feels very polished and comes off almost sweet, like an old fashioned lounge or some kind of fancy wood chest. this is probably my favorite woody perfume ever

mississippi medicine is a very intense smoky, woody, almost bitter perfume. it kinda smells like walking through a half-burned church where the fire was put out by rain, but it's still kind of smoking (but in a good way? i really like it). ik that's obscure but that's really what it smells like to me lmao (also i absolutely do not have, nor will i probably ever have, a full bottle of this. i simply do not have $200 to spend on 50ml of liquid, not matter how good it smells. the perfume world is ridiculous)

(also the notes from their website also include red cedar, frankincense, cypress root, black pine, cascarilla bark, spanish cade, and birch tar. i feel like those come through, but fragrantica left them out)

together these two are very woody, masculine, and smoky, and i actually really like them! definitely very fire ghoul, despite all the wood. 8/10 would wear again

[selchielesbian]

I got some DS & Durga samples a while ago and finally had some time to sit down with them.  Rose Atlantic - I was a little disappointed with this one; very much your run of the mill floral aquatic. from the description and reviews I thought it would be more rose forward? however the sea salt and lime note is nice.  Cowboy Grass - this is what I think Arthur Morgan would wear, if he wore cologne (or bathed lol). I love it, it’s smoky, with an undercurrent of sweet straw. Fades from the skin pretty quickly but lasts forever (like multiple washes) on clothes.  Amber Kiso - I wanted to love this one so much!! I’m so conflicted about it!! the top note is VERY strong leather--which I normally like but this leather is like...an old man’s shoe lmao. there’s just something funky about it that I hate. and it’s STRONG. but oh! underneath! close to the skin this perfume has a wonderfully complex amber and sweet herbal smell that I absolutely adore. maybe I’ll try some of their other amber based fragrances but I just can’t get past the smell shoe notes on this one!! Mississippi Medicine: very interesting. pine tar and smoky incense...definitely something ‘medicinal’ about it, but not in a sterile, off-putting way. I didn’t read the description of this one until after ordering my sample pack and I’m not loving the language they use to describe the inspiration for this scent so even though I like it, I will probably not be ordering it again. 

[scooplery]

liz u got me so hype about perfumes omg. i went down a 45 min fragrant ice hole and found 2 amazing hag smells: Megamare - rotting seaweed and saltwater; & Mississippi Medicine - mud, herbs, spanish moss!!!!!! wahoo

OH CONGRATS ON YOUR YUCKY SMELLS ANON those sound so lovely!! i am playing with nightingale on me again today and it’s almost a medicinal funk from the bergamot + saffron + patchouli + oakmoss and i think i dig it.

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We Do This to Live Ch. 2

Chapter Two

Summary: On Earth-198742, there are no heroes. There’s humans. There’s mutants. There are even some that fall somewhere between. But when Boliver Trask manages to get the Sentinel program signed, it’s up to a thief and her brilliant sister to find those that still believe in something more - something good. And maybe, along the way, they’ll get the chance to save mutant kind.

Pairings: Rogue x Remy, Marie x Shuri (eventually), Geneva x Bucky (eventually)

Word Count: 2344 words

Warnings: Cussing

Masterlist to OCs - Masterlist to Other Works

Previous Chapter

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March 12th, 2000

Rain had a way of falling hard and heavy on days the world could really do without. Today was not an exception. The family, both blood and Guild, listened to the priest’s kind words about Henri Lebeau. It was all appreciated.

And yet…

Geneva looked to her parents. Her mother held Marie in her arm, her other hand carefully wrapped around her father’s bicep. She watched the subtle circles Rogue traced against Remy’s coat. It was her way of letting him know he was there. But her father’s eyes never looked away from the closed casket.

Closed only because there was no body to return home.

Tucking loose strands behind her ear, Geneva shivered as icy raindrops hit her skin. As much as she loved the rain, now didn’t seem to be a good time for it. A small sniffle caught her attention. She looked to the small child in Rogue’s arms. Only three and Marie had lost both of her parents.

She watched as Marie’s smaller hand reached for her. Her eyes were puffy, nose red, and lips quivering. Geneva couldn’t imagine how much of this her cousin actually understood. Letting Marie take one of her fingers, she watched her fat little digits curl around it and squeeze.

Things were going to be different now. They had to be. She offered a weak smile as Marie’s chubby cheek pressed into Rogue’s shoulder. Neither of them was paying attention to the speaker’s words. Nor did they notice the way Rogue had started watching them.

Instead, Geneva raised the finger Marie held and nudged her nose. “I got ya, Marie. Promise.”

--

Children always try their hardest. Whether it’s fulfilling promises or performing their best, they try. And Geneva, with the stubbornness of both her parents, was consistent. For a year, she helped care for Marie as much as her parents would allow. She stopped hanging out with friends, only wanting to make her little cousin smile as much as possible. Her parents noticed the difference in the way she treated the baby she once called a “punk” and “brat” had become more of a sister to her than they could have ever anticipated.

But the world has a funny way of reminding a child that they are only mortal. They always have strength, but with it comes weakness.

For them, it came as a reminder that she was young. Fragile. Geneva’s fevers came back inconsistently. Sometimes it would last a couple hours but vanish as quickly as it appeared. Other times, she would be bedridden for days at a time.

And neither Rogue nor Remy knew what to do.

Remy nursed a glass filled with bourbon. He sat on their apartment balcony, silently wondering what he could do. Was there anything he could do?

Four days had passed with Geneva’s temperature lingering at 104. Tante Mattie spent most days here, conjuring up whatever old medicine she could in what felt like a poor attempt to bring it down. Still, it wasn’t enough and now…

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to go to the hospitals – they did. However, the Accords had made it difficult for any mutant to step foot in one. If they came up unregistered, they were arrested on sight. He had seen too many families torn apart on the news and no human cared enough to speak up for them.

So where did that leave them with their little girl?

Remy wasn’t a fool. He knew how lucky they were to have Geneva in their life. The idea of losing her… He squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.

The balcony door clicked; the sound so faint that anyone else would have missed it. He didn’t bother looking up, recognizing the perfume that lingered in the air. Rogue wrapped her arms around his shoulder, carefully resting her chin on his head. “Finally got Marie down,” she whispered. “Any word from Mattie?”

He lifted the phone from his lap. Nothing. She had taken Geneva to the hospital, insisting that nothing was working. This was their last option. Since she was human and Geneva showed no signs of being mutant, that meant the two could go. While Rogue and Remy silently waited here.

“Baiser les Accords,” he muttered, taking a sip of the alcohol. It did nothing to him thanks to his powers, but the bitter taste burning his throat at least helped him feel something.

“Ya know Mattie is gonna keep our girl safe, Sugah,” Rogue whispered, tucking his hair behind his ear. She was trying to stay hopeful. They both knew that. The truth that hung so plainly in the air was that, if she could, Rogue would fly there now. She’d bust down every door until she was by her daughter’s side.

They were those kinds of parents.

“Roguey,” he whispered, voice thick with more than just that Cajun tongue. “What if she can’t?”

Rogue’s heart cracked when he asked that one question. The one she couldn’t let cross her own mind. It hurt too much. Squeezing him tight, she whispered, “Then we figure it out.”

--

Taking Geneva to the hospital had been the hardest decision they had made. She stayed for three weeks, losing weight and delirious half the time. When Tante Mattie could and their baby girl felt up for it, the family facetimed. It was always careful – always making sure nurses and doctors weren’t waiting around the corner.

However, there had been more than one occasion where Remy almost broke into the hospital. He just wanted to see her in person. He wanted to make sure Geneva knew they wanted to be there. They didn’t want her to be alone.

 But Tante Mattie made it clear. This wasn’t about him or Rogue. Everything they did here needed to be the best thing for her.

When Tante Mattie finally brought her home, they celebrated. Remy cooked all her favorites and Rogue had even made a cake. Meanwhile, Marie refused to let Geneva leave her side. The four-year-old had noticed her disappearance and it became clear to everyone. She wasn’t a fan.

“I’m fine! Really,” Geneva assured them, laughing when Rogue gave her another hug. “Don’t even feel like I was sick.” Bouncing Marie on her leg and playing with the girl’s small hands, Geneva glanced at her dad. “Y’both worry too much.”

“Maybe,” Rogue agreed, interrupting Remy before he got a chance to say something different. She gave him a look as he bit his tongue, knowing that crazy Cajun wanted to argue. “Still. We’re gonna be takin’ some precautions from now on. Just to be safe, alright?” She smoothed Geneva’s hair back, taking a look at her eyes. Her heart warmed when she saw that sparkle she adored so much.

Geneva huffed, her shoulders slumping. “I guess that’s fair.”

Remy snorted as he filled a bowl up with some jambalaya. “Bon. ‘Cause y’didn’t have a say eit’er way, petite luciole.”

“I’m not a firefly!”

Laughing, he slid the bowl in front of her just as an obnoxious growl tore through her stomach. “Just eat y’food.”

--

It’s rare for anyone to like change, but for the Lebeau family, it became especially hard. Deciding it better for them to stay close to more “human” family, they left Mississippi and moved back to New Orleans.

Jean Luc, wanting to help however he could, turned one of the guest bedrooms into a hospital room. He hired a private physician to join full time and, only when the fevers lasted longer than a week, did he or Tante Mattie take her to the hospital.

Because of Jean Luc’s…connections…it wasn’t too hard for the staff to look the other way. There was simply one silent rule – Jean Luc had to accompany them.

All things considered, they appreciated it.

And Remy thought it was the least his father could do for his granddaughter.

For three years, it became such a basic part of their routine that they didn’t question it. All that mattered was that Geneva always came home.

When she turned fourteen, no one noticed the change. No one…except Marie. Even at six and seven, she noticed the differences. She had started making notes for her own sake, knowing no one would listen to her. She was still a kid – the youngest of them all.

 But there was no denying her notes were right.

Geneva’s fevers were lasting for shorter periods of time. Her skin remained hot, sure, but the thermometer didn’t register the temperatures quite the same. Another thing that was different – Geneva had more energy. If she didn’t know better, Marie would have thought Geneva was hyped on caffeine 24/7. She just had that much energy.

The one time she had even tried to say anything, Remy chocked it up to Geneva making up for time stuck in a bed.

But it was more than that. Marie knew it had to be.

“Oof!” Marie grunted as Geneva tackled her from behind. The notebook in her hand fell to the ground as her pen rolled under the couch. “Gen,” she groaned as Geneva flopped back.

She propped her back against the arm of the couch, rolling her eyes. “I swear y’not a kid. Y’sound as old as Pépé half the time.”

Marie didn’t say anything, shutting her notebook and tucking it against her chest. On her knees, she shoved her arm under the couch and tried to find that blasted pen. “That was my favorite,” she whined.

“It’s a pen, Marie,” Geneva reminded her.

Marie knew she was right. It was just a pen. Marie had ten exactly like it in her room because she knew her family well enough. Things like pens rolling just out of reach were common. Sitting on her haunches, she looked at Geneva. Sometimes it was hard to believe that there were so many years between the two.

Geneva always made a point to be fun, trying to get Marie to loosen up.

And Marie always acted older than her actual age.

Somehow, the two managed to find a way to meet in the middle.

“C’mon. Mere ‘n’ Pere are finally lettin’ moi get out o’this house.” Geneva jumped to her feet. “I need ya help pickin’ out what I’m wearin’.”

Marie yelped as she was yanked to her feet, stumbling and bounding up the stairs. As much as she could find Geneva’s energy a trifle annoying, she appreciated how much Geneva tried including her in her world.

It made things like “being in a thieves guild” feel a little more…normal.

--

Rogue found herself unable to sleep that night, eyes fixated on the moonlight outside. Geneva had left a few hours ago, checking in when she had arrived just as they had made her promise to do. She was a good kid. They both knew that. And yet…

“Do ya think it was a good idea,” she asked, knowing Remy had to be as awake as she.

“Non.” She couldn’t stop her smile. Her husband was such a grouch. “Y’convinced moi, remember?”

She rolled over, not at all surprised to see Remy had been staring at the ceiling. “Sugah,” she drawled. Rogue propped her head up, hating that Remy looked so absolutely distraught.

“I know we told her a couple months o’non fevers and she could go,” he grumbled. One hand was tucked behind his head, the other having found her knee. He squeezed gently, needing to know that she was there. “I know that, mas…What if somethin’ happens?”

The smallest sympathetic smile tugged at Rogue’s lips. “We’re both worryin’ over somethin’ that might not happen.”

Remy chuckled. Closing his eyes, the softest sigh forced his chest to rise and fall. “Been doin’ that. Hell, I thought the fevers might be a sign that…” He hesitated, afraid to voice it out loud.

But he didn’t need to. They had thought the same thing, believing Geneva’s crazy fevers and medical visits had to be connected to a brewing mutation.

“I know.” She curled against his side. “I thought the same thing.”

Silence fell between the two. Sure, it was a surprise and perhaps a bit disappointing that Geneva wasn’t a mutant. But maybe it needed to be this way. The Accords made being one of them so difficult. If she lived her life as a human, it’d be far easier for her.

A thud from their bedroom door broke the silence. They jerked as it swung open. Tante Mattie, Jean Luc, and Marie all stood there. Panic in their eyes.

“What,” Rogue asked, sitting up as Marie ran in. “What’s going on?”

“Y’need t’see the news,” Jean Luc told them, a waver in his voice that unsettled Remy.

The TV across from their bed flickered on, Marie standing just next to it with the remote in hand. The New Orleans news anchor wasn’t at his usual desk. He was…

He was on the outskirts of the bayou.

Remy stood up, eyes flickering to the ambulances, firetrucks, and police officers. Just behind all of the lights, taunting the world with its existence, was a fire.

“Police believe it was a mutant attack that started the fire.”

“Rem,” Rogue whispered. That agonizing fear tinged her voice, making Remy feel sick to his stomach. He didn’t notice her turn. She had to find her phone.

“Officials have already found four teenagers from the party. There have been minor injuries for the most part, but the kids have said there are still several that have yet to be found.”

“She’s not answerin’ her phone, Remy.”

A teenager’s face appeared on screen – pimply and awkward as ever. “It was so weird! The fille – There was lightnin’ comin’ outa her skin!”

Remy stood. His movements were quick, scrambling to find any clothes and settling on sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He stalked past them as Rogue rushed to find some clothes.

“Son, where y’goin’?”

Remy didn’t stop walking. He didn’t have the time. He only had one thing in mind --

“T’find her.”

[helshades]

Please help me find a scent! When I enter a room, I want people to acknowledge my existence. I want to demand their attention, but they can't approach me. No! I want people to automatically realize that they can't play me. No time for nonsense. Serious business only. I'm in charge. I want to be intimidating and mysterious. Which perfume should I get?

So... something potent, sensual, with monstrous projection, unsweetened, but thorny, a little cold perhaps..?. In one word: tantalising.

As a matter of fact, we could go in a lot of directions, depending on your own version of ‘intimidating’ and ‘mysterious’ alone. Or your co-workers’ take on the subject, since some people are likely to feel intimidated in the presence of a powerful green floral, or any spice whatsoever now I come to think of it. As for the approachability factor, the ultra-chic grandiloquence of Rouge Hermès has been known to traumatise its fair share of opponents. Yet, I don’t suppose you’re after something quite so, er, ‘sultry dowager’. Ahem.

Never have I met a perfume so evocative as Grimoire, or so strange. One of Anatole Lebreton’s very best, it resembles nothing you could smell anywhere else, unless you could transport yourself under the robes of a young monk daydreaming over his illuminated manuscript as the window open on the herb garden carries tranquil yet troubling scents into the dusty library. It might be too contemplative for your purposes, but it is a perfume to behold, arresting, beauteous, imaginative, at once familiar and aloof.

Now, if the frankincense and dust have you parched for a wetter perfume, I cannot resist the temptation of slipping a floral in my list, though not others might think of spontaneously: Un matin d’orage, by Annick Goutal, and here you would have a difficult choice to make between the eau de toilette and the eau de parfum versions, as they happen to be quite different, the latter featuring a pretty dirty tuberose on a woody bed of myrrh and guaic, whereas the former is a little spicier with ginger and greener, in my opinion the real ‘stormy morning’ (to be perfectly honest, I wear one in the morning, and the other come afternoon) of the two. Beautiful, energising, but a little cold.

Practically on the opposite, why not something by house Frapin? One of the most respected cognac maker, in 2007 they launched a successful line of wonderful perfumes, generally thought to be leaning on the masculine side (I suppose women are meant only to sip their minute glass of sherry daintily, whereas men can haz the better spirits...) but in truth quite unisex, usually heavy with alcohol and elegantly exotic, like a casket of precious wood so often used to carry bottles that even empty the rich smell of winy fruit and spices linger. Frapin perfumes are usually well-blended and fairly close to the skin, so I’d recommend the probable loudest and my favourite: Caravelle Épicée, ‘spicy caravel’, a classy spicy-boozy juice, peppery, delicately woody with a whiff of tobacco, and a subtle slide of sexy patchouli.

I almost recommended Speakeasy as well but I find it a little close to the skin, all things considered, even though it must be sniffed once. It was made by one of my nose darlings, Marc-Antoine Corticchiato, who runs his own independent house, Parfum d’Empire, of which I dislike exactly zero creation. His very first, back in 2003, was one of the ballsiest ambers ever made, and could drink any Frapin under the table with its intoxicating head of vodka and champagne, like a very tipsy White Russian still too well-educated to lose control of his senses entirely, but he’s almost there, and he’s rambling; and his leather boots are waxed in birch tar, and his perfume is something herbal and masculine with juniper and spices... The result is a smoking Russian tea with a hefty dose of alcohol: the much-beloved Ambre Russe. Also particularly worthy of note in the house for me, with added ‘mystery’, are Wazamba, all incense, balms, resins & woods, and it is to Serge Lutens’ Fille en aiguilles what green leather desk covers are to red ones (ctrl+F, then search for ‘sage-green’.), as well as the bashful and daring Aziyadé, the forbidden Turkish delight of a girl. A lot more luxurious, and not an easy wear for everyone, and it evolves along the day marvellously (very different notes come up depending on who’s wearing it, too, which is never a bad thing), depending also on the weather. Honestly, on me it smells so much like spicey, liqorous orange that I’m incapable not to wear it on Christmas, but on most other people it does smell less like a fruity pomander.

Now, since I cited one of my favourite ambers, I must mention another, which is one of the most splendid ever created: Lubin’s Akkad, which could have been the ultimate ‘perfume of an empire’, as nose Delphine Thierry sought to make the mystical fragrance that emperor Sargon, who ruled Mesopotamia twenty-five centuries ago, might have wished to offer his goddess Ishtar, who presided over love and war... The offering is a startling beauty, sombre and luminous at once, a combination of precious incenses—elemi, olibanum, styrax—with hypnotic herbs (labdanum, clary sage), hot spices (vanilla, cardamom), on a bed of amber embers. Must always be compared with its incestuous cousin Idole, based on ebony wood and a hint of leather. Darker somewhat, more dangerous, and just as heady.

Dangerous also... This one has its share of haters: Serge Noire, by Serge Lutens. It has many notes in common with Idole, including its ebony heart, but instead of rich alcohol and macerated fruits, there are strong, dark peppers and a bag of cloves that knocks you down on first sniff. I adore it, because I can’t have enough of filthy musky notes and clove, like cumin, can be (and is often) worked into a civet-like smell of sweat and sex. (The title is a pun on Lutens’ first name—the nose behind his perfumes being English mad genius Christopher Sheldrake—but serge is French for ‘twill’, a nod to Lutens’ youth designing hair, make-up and jewellery for the high fashion world.) Serge Noire is a contrasted and demanding perfume, burning hot and cold, a dark fur with hints of ash and earth, some have spoken of ink, but it ends on a more suave vanilla-scented leather. You have to be patient for this layer to appear, though.

On the civet-spice spectrum, one of my favourites: Rose Poivrée, which now-retired Hermès in-house perfumer Jean-Claude Ellena designed for The Different Company, is exactly what it says on the tin, a dark red rose with loads, but loads of pepper, black, pink, coriander, and a frisson of vetiver to better underline the insanely exciting duality of this hot-and-cold perfume. I wear it in autumn for some reason, and it keeps changing, alternating between the rose and the sweat-like cumin. It has a magnificent lookalike, with less dirty notes and added gin and leather, in Penhaligon’s Much Ado About the Duke, with the downside of the ridiculous price of their ‘Portraits’ collection, and I hardly ever see it on EBay, unfortunately, but one never knows.

Intimidating, mysterious, commandeering, quite a little bit dangerous, and of course horridly expensive, I frantically advise you to discover the entire line of D.S. & Durga perfumes. Based in New York, perfumer David Seth ‘D.S.’ Moltz and architect Kavi Ahuja ‘Durga’ Moltz are married, crazy, and brilliant; both are obsessed with the way odours allow us to armchair-travel everywhere, and their olfactory universe ventures into pre-industrial America, ‘turning things [they] love into scented stories of cowboys, open terrain, Russian novel characters and folk songs’. This is how you get one Burning Barbershop, inspired by a fire that ravaged a Westlake barbershop in 1891, hence a fragrance like old-timey tonics, lavender, mint, lime, vanilla... as well as smokey notes. (My personal favourite is Bowmakers, a homage to the violin and bow makers of the Bay Colony in 1800s New England, which is only woods—rosewood, mahogany, pine, maple—, resin, varnish, nut and leather.)  In the ‘Hylnds’ collection, Pale Grey Mountain, Small Black Lake is an unbelievable chypre with herbal, mineral and aquatic notes reminiscent of an entire Scottish landscape. Even more apothecarial is Mississippi Medicine, with its camphorous head and its resinous, vegetal body of cypress and cedar mixed with coriander, juniper, olibanum, and birch tar—so powerfully, so troublingly organic, intimidating, mystical, that if it heals, it must also be a poison.

Here, impossible not to mention James Heeley’s Esprit du Tigre, the sensuous transposition of a famous Asian liniment commercially known as ‘tiger balm’, but it is surprisingly tasteful and decidedly discreet in the end. So, by Heeley, I’d rather recommend two great classics, his wondrous incenses Cardinal and Phoenicia, the first a sensually blasphemous blend of myrrh and olibanum on white linen, a peppery rose with labdanum, earthy and aerial with patchouli and vetiver; whereas Phoenicia is an imaginary voyage on the Mediterranean Sea, inspired by the merchants who brought so many precious woods, spices and fruits to the west in the Antiquity: dates and grapes, incense and labdanum, oud, sandalwood and birch, and vetiver. It has a lot in common with Aziyadé in fact, except the latter is a spice market while this one is a merchant ship with a heavy cargo of precious woods. (Have both, is essentially what I’m saying.)

So, is it showing that I’m completely obsessed with incenses? I shall refrain from adding to the list Olibanum and Oxiana by Profumum Roma, then, but I’ll have some trouble not mentioning my darling Arso and its resinous beauty with a side of grilled hazelnut... Well, if I really must stop, perhaps instead something like the intensely aromatic Victrix (oakmoss, bay leaf, vetiver, peppers and musk) or the fizzy mint & patchouli of Thundra. Profumum Roma bottles are expensive, yes, but this is because the perfumes are highly concentrated, at 43% (a higher dosage than anybody else I know), which means that they last forever with the smallest spray. Do come back to me for advice in the spring when I’m the mood for greener recommendations because Acqua di Sale, ‘salt water’, a startling seaweed, myrtle and cedar blend, might interest you.

In the meantime, because it is horribly late and I have to post this before I start waxing poetry over sticky florientals and how they too can be intimidating and stuff, but above all, before I begin waxing poetry over most of Pierre Guillaume’s catalogue (his creativity is somewhat epileptic and that catalogue seemingly endless) I’ll leave you with a note on a strange, strange flower, which is Daniela Andrier’s Une amourette Roland Mouret for zany house État Libre d’Orange, where the usually well-behaved classic orange blossom gets loose and lascivious, thanks to a temptress of a perfumer who knows how to play the indolic—that is, the fleshy—notes of the white flower, before lying her down on a bed of crazy neo-patchouli, synthetic molecule Akigalawood®, which possesses the peppery, oud-like notes of the undergrowth. Snow White and the wolf in a bottle.

[hoochy-coo]

Perfumes you’re into recently? I want to try something new

Lately I’ve been into D.S. & Durga’s Mississippi Medicine (not sure on wearing it on myself but it sure is interesting to sniff) and Santa Maria Novella’s Patchouli (which has got to be one of the best patchouli scent ever)

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Pontotoc Lounge in South Main has been a hotspot for amazing craft cocktails and flavorful food since it opened in 2018. The sleek atmosphere and lighting make this a truly lovely date night spot, late drinks with friends, or brunch. This place is in my top five favorite cocktail spots in town, the bar helmed by award-winning mixologist Cady Smith. Whether you want classic, ultra-hip, or simple, she and her staff don’t disappoint. More on that in a bit. Whenever I read about something that touts “upscale” or “tapas” my Spidey senses—which have a lot to do with my bank account—tingle..in a bad way. But I’m fully sold now though, after trying the expert drinks and various iterations of the Pontotoc Lounge menus. Pre-covid, I almost always picked a bar seat at Pontotoc Lounge, though had tables and a community table underneath a tremendous crystal chandelier. It may not be the most colossal chandelier of all comparable light fixtures, but in that space it is oversized in an intentional, fun way. Post-covid, there’s no bar seating and the smaller tables are spaced out, plus there are additional patio tables stretching down the South Main sidewalk. The community table is out to allow for plenty of space to social distance. Above: Pre-covid Pontotoc Lounge. Below: renovated Pontotoc Lounge, fall 2020.     View this post on Instagram   A post shared by Pontotoc (@pontotoc_offerings) on Aug 21, 2020 at 2:56pm PDT Craft cocktail menus these days are 80 percent gin or mezcal or other Fernet-ish potions, which is fine, but I am happy to see other spirits featured at Pontotoc. The aforementioned bartender, Cady Smith, has made quiet name for herself winning the People’s Choice award a couple times at the annual Mix-Odyssey competition and a general reputation for behind-the-bar excellence. Back to the cocktails… The French 95 always catches my eye. It’s a variation on the French 75 with bourbon instead of gin. While she made my drink (refreshing, sweetness balanced with boozy) I noticed her spraying an old-timey perfume bottle on the outside of a rocks glass. Curious. A week or so later I returned to find Cady again at the bar, but this time I brought a friend and an appetite. Turns out the perfume drink is the scotch-based Penicillin, which in Potontoc’s version is made of Monkey Shoulder scotch-misted (via the perfume-looking bottle) with more scotch for aromatic purposes. Think of it like the absinthe rinse in a Sazerac, but subtler. The word I used for the Penicillin was “medicinal”, naturally. I meant it in the best way possible. We got a Penicillin and a Manhattan; the former is for your adventurous aforementioned bitter potion appreciator while the latter is a classic made particularly well. They also have a dozen beers on tap and plenty of wine available in three ounce, six ounce, and full pours for your tasting convenience. The food menu is small but packs a punch, and it changes regularly expect for a favorites or two like the Mississippi Pot Roast and Chicharron Nachos. My absolutely favorite dish I ever tried there was the Duck Confit a few years ago, but I always appreciate the new things to try and the bold flavors and combinations on the menu. Mississippi Pot Roast with jalapeño cornbread at the new Pontotoc Lounge. Amazing! A post shared by Holly Whitfield (@ilovememphisblog) on Feb 5, 2018 at 6:41pm PST The signature dish is more down-home than most of the rest of the menu, but it earns its spots and popularity. It’s the most comforting comfort food I’ve eaten since the last time I had my mom’s Mississippi Pot Roast in actual Mississippi. Plus, Pontotoc’s came with a buttery jalapeño cornbread muffin. Such a simple dish could easily be an afterthought to fill out a menu in the winter, but it tasted like someone cared about cooking this. Here’s the Duck Confit I once loved. The menu said it came with a potato croquette. Whether from experience or a moment of cynicism, I expected a formed pile of mashed potatoes topped with some bits of pulled duck, maybe a syrup. No, no, no. I was so happy to be so wrong. Perched atop two hefty fried potato cakes sat two duck leg quarters sealed with a pomegranate glaze. We devoured the juicy, tender meat and the decadent, creamy potatoes, wholly full and fully impressed. It’s always good to keep in mind the role that expectations play in satisfaction, but I feel like this dish wins either way. As much as the Sister Shubert Beignets on the dessert menu tempted me, we couldn’t suffer another bite. Sister Shubert…beignets! What wonderful madness could that be? There’s also a Both times I went, the atmosphere was pretty chill, with only four or so tables sat, and the jazz guitarist on one occasion was fun and not overly loud. The bartender was also the only server at those times which made for a leisurely experience, one that we didn’t mind. I’m confidently assuming that during peak times they’ll have more servers on deck. They host live jazz trios or Latin jazz (they usually announce on their Facebook page) a time or two a week that I’m sure will increase the volume inside, but I’m here to say downtown could use some more live music off-Beale   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by Pontotoc (@pontotoc_offerings) on Aug 29, 2020 at 12:55pm PDT It seems like it would be fine to dine with kids earlier in the evening, but this spot is more of a date night or girl or guy’s night/nightcap sort of place, Go There: Pontotoc Lounge 314 S. 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When you’re very small, running barefoot through damp grass on a summer evening, honeysuckle’s scent beckons like fireflies. It’s an alluring smell that, on the scale of things that will someday make you weep with longing, is somewhere between a magnolia blossom and your mother’s best perfume.

First, you pull off a creamy white or pale yellow flower. Then you hold it with the green base up. You carefully tug off the little green cap and draw out the single thread of the stamen. If you’re lucky and the fairies are with you, you’ll be rewarded with a drop of nectar, a small sip of sweetness, hanging on the end of the thread.

It’s a joy best savored by the young and patient, those with mouths so small and taste buds so fresh that the little drop seems as big and sweet as a Nik-L-Nip, those wax bottles of colored sugar syrup.

It’s like God loved Southern children so much, he draped the woods with a candy counter, free for the taking, proof that life will always be delicious and full of promise.

And then, inevitably, we grow up. As we get larger, tiny pleasures like honeysuckle blossoms don’t seem like such a big deal anymore. We get lives and yard work and mortgages, and we discover that not everything lovely is carefree.

• • •

The honeysuckle that festoons our woods is Japanese honeysuckle, and it’s an outsider here, an invader that pushed its way in, like kudzu and wisteria, those other vines that came from the outside and stayed to color the Southern landscape. Honeysuckle is not supposed to be here. It’s just another visitor that dropped by and liked it here too much to leave.

This rampant vine, first brought from its native Japan to U.S. shores on Long Island, New York in 1806, absolutely loves the Eastern climate. Propagating by berries spread by birds as well as running rhizomes, it proceeded to conquer just about all of the woodlands, roadsides, wetlands, and disturbed areas east of the Mississippi River. It invaded Texas, Arkansas, Louisiana, and Missouri too.

Like most vines, Japanese honeysuckle is programmed to grow and spread and never stop. If it has nothing to climb, it creeps along the ground until it does. When it does, it twines around it until it reaches the top and then starts looking for something else to climb. It will readily reach the top of a 100-foot-tall tree. If it twines around a young tree, it can literally strangle it to death. As it travels from tree to tree in the woods, it forms impenetrable thickets.

There are some uses and benefits to honeysuckle though. Mainly regarded in traditional Chinese medicine, the Honeysuckle has long been used as a natural home remedy to treat inflammation, stomach upset, upper respiratory infections, fever and more.

Learn more about the benefits of honeysuckle at: https://www.greenshieldorganic.com/honeysuckle-benefits-and-uses/

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my top 5 perfumes on fragrantica (revised)

mississippi medicine - ds&durga

kira kira - strangers parfumerie

purple haze - 19-69

ghost in the shell - etat libre d'orange

octubre - bravanariz

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Benefits of Properly Pickled Ginger

Pickled ginger is most famously presented beside your rolls of sushi. Ginger, a rhizome (not a root), which is part of the stem that grows horizontally underground,  has been a staple in Asian cooking for over 4,000 years. In China, ginger has been used as an herbal remedy to help treat nausea and upset stomach for over 2,000 years.

This exotic food is spicy, but not hot, and fragrant without tasting like floral perfume. It’s been used for centuries all over the world for its deliciously pungent flavor and for its wealth of ancient and holistic medicinal properties. This all around wonder spice was once viewed by Chinese and Indian healers as a gift from the gods.

The primary purpose of gari, the pickled ginger traditionally served with sushi, is two fold: 1    Ginger is a palate cleanser. When eaten between sushi, it helps to clear fishy flavor in the mouth, providing refreshing taste. 2    Ginger has a strong anti-bacterial effect – helps to fight against some of the parasites that come with raw fish. Consuming sushi along with pickled ginger and real Wasabi (not the green horseradish served in most sushi restaurants) offer powerful antimicrobial properties against parasites. 3.  It also helps to ease stomach nausea and promotes perspiration (body temperature lowers when eating raw fish).

Choose your pickled ginger carefully as many store bought and restaurant offered ginger is tainted with chemicals and additives.

Benefits of Ginger:

Fights nausea, morning and motion sickness and effects of chemotherapy Anti inflammatory Reduce muscle soreness May prevent Alzheimer’s disease May prevent cancer Lower blood sugar Lower Cholesterol Natural expectorant (expand lung and loosen phlegm by breaking down and removing mucus) Helps relieve PMS Inhibit growth of bacteria that cause gingivitis. Aids digestion by stimulating production of saliva

Check out this simple recipe to make your own health promoting pickled ginger. Enjoy pickling gingers. Let me know how yours turns out.

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Benefits of Properly Pickled Ginger

Pickled ginger is most famously presented beside your rolls of sushi. Ginger, a rhizome (not a root), which is part of the stem that grows horizontally underground,  has been a staple in Asian cooking for over 4,000 years. In China, ginger has been used as an herbal remedy to help treat nausea and upset stomach for over 2,000 years.

This exotic food is spicy, but not hot, and fragrant without tasting like floral perfume. It’s been used for centuries all over the world for its deliciously pungent flavor and for its wealth of ancient and holistic medicinal properties. This all around wonder spice was once viewed by Chinese and Indian healers as a gift from the gods.

The primary purpose of gari, the pickled ginger traditionally served with sushi, is two fold: 1    Ginger is a palate cleanser. When eaten between sushi, it helps to clear fishy flavor in the mouth, providing refreshing taste. 2    Ginger has a strong anti-bacterial effect – helps to fight against some of the parasites that come with raw fish. Consuming sushi along with pickled ginger and real Wasabi (not the green horseradish served in most sushi restaurants) offer powerful antimicrobial properties against parasites. 3.  It also helps to ease stomach nausea and promotes perspiration (body temperature lowers when eating raw fish).

Choose your pickled ginger carefully as many store bought and restaurant offered ginger is tainted with chemicals and additives.

Benefits of Ginger:

Fights nausea, morning and motion sickness and effects of chemotherapy Anti inflammatory Reduce muscle soreness May prevent Alzheimer’s disease May prevent cancer Lower blood sugar Lower Cholesterol Natural expectorant (expand lung and loosen phlegm by breaking down and removing mucus) Helps relieve PMS Inhibit growth of bacteria that cause gingivitis. Aids digestion by stimulating production of saliva

Check out this simple recipe to make your own health promoting pickled ginger. Enjoy pickling gingers. Let me know how yours turns out.

Leave your thoughts and ideas directly in the comment section below. Remember, share as much detail as possible in your reply. Your comments may provide insight and inspiration and your experience may help someone else have a meaningful breakthrough. Links to other posts, videos, etc. will be deleted as they come across as spammy. Thank you as always, for watching, sharing and allowing me to be a part of your world. It’s a true honor. Feel free to share this post. Ask your friends and family to sign up through this link to automatically receive my latest posts/recipes/practical healthful ideas.

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