It opens with a bright, slightly sweet, citrus fruitiness (Atelier Cologne 2015) that is refreshing, and uplifting, but in a way that is almost otherworldly. It reminds me of the way the air smells in the winter, on a truly cold morning – frozen and fresh but with an added glamour and dazzle. Then, into the drydown, Magnolia Sud warms and softens. It reminds me a great deal of a few scents from Tocca actually. It has that floral, watery, elegance the speaks of youtfulness and joy. Magnolia Sud is irrepressible.
Top notes: bitter orange, pomelo, and black currant. Middle notes: saffron, rose, and magnolia. Base notes: Atlas cedar, musk and sandalwood.
Lil’ and Lex: Part IV of IV
I woke up Saturday morning after having the oddest dream. I dreamed I was on a large boat with my Grandma Dorothy and we were looking out over the ocean together. Only she was young again… And yet she seemed old at the same time. It was nearly indescribable actually… She all at once seemed to have the maturity of someone her age or more so, and yet this certain vitality and beauty that comes more easily with youth.
We talked about something… It was a wonderful, warm conversation. But I couldn’t remember it when I woke up. The details were lost. All I had was a general impression and a deep, close feeling that was impossible to ignore.
My last glance at her face gave me the idea that she was incredibly happy. I couldn’t believe how happy she seemed actually.
Then, I was awake, in my dark room, sitting in silence. I looked around and I thought about those stories you hear about people having dreams about their loved ones when they die. It seemed unlikely to me, because I’m naturally given to thinking most things of that sort are unlikely, but I still wondered. Who wouldn’t at least a little?
Anyway, later that day, my mom called me as I was sitting down to eat lunch. And, the moment she started, I knew…
“Your Grandma Dorothy has gone home to be with the Lord.”
“Yes, she died last night of a heart attack while she was asleep. She’s gone now…”
My mom sounded in shock.
“You know, I had a dream about her last night…”
“Yeah, I did too…” My mom’s voice broke into tears. “I’m sorry…” she apologized for crying.
“No, mom. Please cry if you need to.”
She awoke in a quiet place. It was quieter than anywhere she had ever been, aside from maybe her nursery as a young child. She felt a lightness, and yet firmness she had never felt before, even in her youth, and as her eyes took in the brightness around her, pouring it seemed from windows that were more open, more clear than she could ever remember, she finally saw her mother’s face on a beautiful woman in the corner siting on a dark blue velvet chaise.
“So, what do you think? You know where you are don’t you love?”
She didn’t need to respond. Words weren’t necessary here. This place, often called heaven seemed better than that word could begin to indicate, mostly because there was no doubt for one second that it was real.
“I can’t go back can I?”
Her mother laughed with a smirk, as if it was almost funny but in a beautiful sort of way. The sort of way that would scare anyone still “alive.”
And at once she was on a boat… sailing… Sunny skies. Then his lips… He was there. And she smiled.
“Are you ready to go meet Him?”
“Can I? ”
Their eyes locked and she could see into him as he saw into her. Then his eyes looked towards someone behind them and there stood her granddaughter sleepy and confused in her pajamas.
“Oh, darling girl.” She rushed up to her and grabbed her hands… “Have I got news to tell you!” Then without words, she spoke, “You won’t remember a word of this when you wake up, but… I just have to tell you… ”
Her granddaughter smiled and nodded in understanding.