Sleep Fissures (ROUND 5)
SCENT OF THE DAY: Yusuf Ghalia, by Ensar Oud
This has opened up mainly because my nose has gotten better at detecting masuk varieties. At first it was a bit restrained, failing to live up to the note pyramid / ghalia, which means “precious” and “dear” and “valuable” in Arabic, is a term for a rich and highly complex fragrance made from expensive notes like musk and ambergirs and oud. / While perhaps, but only perhaps, the Ensar delivers on the expensive ingredient front, on the experience front I would say—as of now, before it sits—I personally enjoy the roughhewn thickness of Pinoy Sirun’s Purple Orris Star Ghaliya more as of now /
The first breath is citrus brightness (blood orange mainly) thrown on what seems, like when you shake out a blanket, a dust cloud of musk (tibetan and tonkin) and clove—the effect, cereminial and meloncholic despite the brightness, being like sunlight through a window alighting dust motes swirling around dried rose in a wood-centric room/
The Japanese red rose and May rose intertwine in a velvety synergy, creating a vivid floral body that is deep rather than sweet but still fruity—think: adult fruit (red berries and even, perhgapos from the oud yusuf, honeydew) / Jasmine and tuberose and frangiapani add tropical cream elements tilted in a green direction (almost camphoric) mainly due to the tuberose probably / The oud blend—oud yusuf., which gives honeydew peach and lilac bush elements, and red cambodian oud, which gives dark and resinous amnd honeyed tobacco facets—adds a sacred gravitas, vintage and timeless.
The Tibetan deer musk and Tonkin musk shimmer together, dry and powdery yet gently sweet, in the base perhaps along with a buttery sandalwood tamping down the otherwise frenetic musks into a sacred calm whose halo, mainly because the red oud, is a soft halo: warm, devotional./ this does seem to connect to Oud Sultani Surira because of sandalwood musk base. musk is heavy now that I percieve it and and tilted very playful and vanilla-fruit, like in musk gardenia. Has a heart of rugosa-musk duo like I get in EO3
*Worked on the second half today. Got it to the clarity I want.
Sleep Fissures
1
The mom—amoxicillin bottle four, baffled by what could keep doubling a toddler over
with olive discharge as foamy and fevered as her vomit—guts the home of all culprits:
scented soap, bubble bath; junk foods, synthetic panties too tight—all, save Mr. Malik.
2
Porn-pretzeled preschool self tatted below her tits (bald pussies converged, the overlap
plumb as her Gumby—his butt plug stopgap—and its plastic), now the true “Big Girl”
can feel—cervix pigging out on every avatar’s whimpering load—the child in the perp.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)
