Growing up, my grandmother lived south of Saint Louis
close to the Meramec River. As a child, I loved hiking out in the woods behind
her house down to a creek that was a tributary to that river. There were fun
hills to climb, and the smell was so fresh, green and vibrant.
As I was composing Tempo Rubato and contemplating the
multifaceted scent of orris butter, especially the watery green nuances. It
suddenly made me think of those hikes. So I composed this with those memories at
the top of mind to create a nouveau fougère of sorts.
The result is a fresh spring day with blooming flowers,
shimmering green notes with dew drops, the wet rocks of a creek and spicy, mossy
undergrowth.
Notes: cassie absolute, violet leaf, orris butter,
fig leaf, piñon pine, juniper tree, Bulgarian lavender, coriander, oakmoss,
coumarin, dark-aged patchouli and Indian black pepper.