Smoke Interrupted

Squeezing in a few, manically rushed moments of formulating never seems to produce worthwhile results. Despite the inexorable encroachment of the day job, I've tried to spend a few moments here and there with my pungent friends and my pipettes, but I don't think I've created any masterpieces... although who knows what I might encounter in a month's time when I take the vials out of the fridge and give them a sniff...


One of my intentions was, as I've mentioned before, to construct a piece based on the idea of an excess of animalic smoke: a long-lasting, dry smoulder, almost too rasping, almost too harsh. This time, I decided not to hold back with the synthetic castoreum and poured a sinful dose into a concoction of other, suitably smoke-infused ingredients. The result was that they all cancelled each other out and politely made room for a glimmer of rose absolute, of which I'd added a tiny quantity, just to round things off. Needless to say, the formula will have to be revisited, when I've got more time.

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And speaking of time, I'm really pleased that although this blog hasn't been around terribly long, it seems to have attracted a core group of loyal - and very generous - readers. I'm grateful to you all for popping round and leaving comments, but I've got to inform you that I need to put Persolaise on the back burner for a little while. However, I don't want to drop off your 'blog radar', so I've prepared a few, short posts which are scheduled to appear automatically over the next few weeks. Hopefully, they'll be sufficient persuasion for you to keep coming back.