The Servant Door of Local Time (ROUND 1)
scent of the day: Nilmalee, by Prin
a white-floral oud—indeed, with gardenia strongly represented—instead of the rose oud standard. nilmalee is crazy good opening—unique minty perineum (sweet jasmine and buttery tuberose and standard cumin plus menthol herbs), better opening than nilubol likely. a green tilted Prin—violet helps that, a gassy violet like Fahreinheit, while also giving a dewy element reinforced by the lotus.
Water elements are here with earthy, but because of the ouds (orris-mint Kalim and x-x Indonesian) the earthy—at least in woody form—predominates and may be part of what give a medicinal menthol aspect from the beginning (not just the herbs).
While I do appreciate the unwashed nether region impression of some green thumb lady, overall Nilubol might be better (hard to tell). Nilubol has more of a leather base thickness whereas nilmalee is more tilted toward refreshing aromatic and spice. Nilmalee has dryad greenery. So many things whirl in this kaleidoscope that I need much more time with it. This is my third wear. Only had 2 of Nilubol. If Nilubol is better than this that means Nilubol is legendary because this is fantastic.
*Let’s workshop this poem about apocalypse, punctuality, and the one inconvenient mind--that one autistic guy in every friend group--willing to ask whether eternity remembered to account for local time
The Servant Door of Local Time
Before that foretold tick of millennial midnight, when the trumpet blows the sky open
onto Christ strutting the catwalk in a glory so sickening it makes Trump look Amish,
at least one aspie party-pooper will go: “What time zone we talkin’—Tokyo, Denver?”
