Theor

Over time, I choose to explore perfume as a metaphor. The personal, intimate relationship one nurtures with smell speak to a primeval part of ourselves, deep within our genome, tying us to a past before we were born, our parents and grandparents, further back, thousands upon thousands of years. What does our reaction to scent tell us about ourselves, not only individually, but as a species? Perhaps our innate sensory reactions are our means of communicating with our ancestors. Carl Jung once wrote, “Your vision will become clear only when you look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens.” What if that vision is actually delivered through scent? We take it in, our brain processes it, but perhaps our spirit is illuminate by it—it awakens us. The epicenter receives a delivery from our environment, neurons firing and its like a symphony, and we fully realize the miracle that we exist at all. What if perfume is a metaphor for that channeling of the divine? The pressing question, yes, I know: what does this Theor smell like? It has a physicality to it, yet also feels weightless. A warm wind, carrying comfort and reassurance, allaying fears of the uncertain, allowing awakening. Jordan almonds, a slightly sweet milk bath, buckwheat fields, warm sand through fingertips, a blue sky, not a single cloud, and the sun. It is intimacy and clarity, an embrace in the nick of time, tide pools and drift wood, a kiss and a wink. It smells like I am looking into my own heart.

It’s just wonderful! It smells like a warm hug from a loved one.