Granny’s Garden

Starts with the most beautiful tomato leaves, like I'm in the garden, rubbing them between my fingers. It's a hot summer day and as I walk, the other scents starts mingling. Sometimes it's just a beautifully blended warm, mild scent, at other times I come closer to specific flowers and feel them prominently. As always, I love the way Zworykina has with jasmine, not knocking you over the head with a shock of either overly indolic or sharp rendering, but instead laying out a delicate melody over a beautiful backdrop that enhances its nuances. A beautiful, warm comforting scent.

Love at first sniff! Just got this, so am going to update. First impression, oud of high quality that I got from Indonesia 30 years ago. Garden and tomato, earth notes enveloped in a delicate rose. Diving in into this magical fragrance.

I've always loved the smell of tomato stems, flowers and leaves, even more than of ripe tomatoes. This green and optimistic smell always promices an endless summer and gives a sensation of instinctive and unexplainable joy only a child could feel (maybe it's my wrong or probably every grown-up feels similarly - a grown-up's joy never feels that unobscured and endless as a child's one. What is it?: losses we carry along, burden of years or just sophistication and cynism, what? What stops us in our happiness? Can people who were to die but survived and to whom each morning is a precious gift, can they feel that instinctive joy of childhood? I wonder, but too coward to wish to learn) And this Granny's Garden is right about that - the bold joy of being. It's a surprise for me because a number of years ago I fell in love with Anna's perfumery because of exactly the opposite - a kind of absence of registrable movement, some solemnness maybe and some "falling out of time" feeling it gives. Granny's Garden is absolutely different, it holds inside a shiny moment of sheer happiness of a summer day of your sixth year. Feel it, and ta-da - you're six, your knees and elbows are green with grass, your cap is ackock, you little face is smeared with berry juice and a ripe tomato - your next victim to be mercilessly bitten - is already in your hand. A powerfull charm, an elixir even - this perfime composed around simple and mighty energy of human joy.