Wedding Scent

I wore L'air du desert marocain. My bouquet was a waterfall of spicy dendrobiums, gardenias, white freesia, and lime leaves.

So now how can I recreate that smell of dry spices + floral and lime?

Tauer's El Maroc Pour Elle

It forms out of dust, and cedar, and vines as it has formed for centuries. He is the monster, the devourer of the unwary, the killer, the sound in the doorway.

She is resting under the flowering vines, her skin brown and smooth.

"Ah," she stands, and smiles even as the sounds of screams recede around her. She reaches out and strokes the monster's cheek, "Are you here to devour me?"

His breath has sand in it.

"Well, my brother is much bigger, go eat him instead!" She reclines, smiling, disturbing the flowers around her.

The monster slides into the palace, and as he does he begins to crumble. "My heart," the monster sighs as he fades into nothingness. "So that was the other side of hunger..." and he is gone.

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Note: A couple people left compliments for me over at PP, and I want to say I am thankful and humbled. I am responding over here because that seemed somehow more appropriate.

Also, my wedding is in a week and a half. Golly.

Tauer's Reverie au jardin

Note: I am so glad I have recently stumbled into the world of decants, without which the world of post-op recovery would smell so boring.


I do not see a garden, but a room in my grandparents' house the colors of an old photograph. I can smell my grandmother's powders, my great-grandmother's empty perfume bottles. I can hear the spring robins, and the rustling of bundles of herbs as they dry. My fiance is there in the room, in this fragrance, though he never met my grandparents. He is waiting to go for a walk along the creek. It is a memory, and also a dream.