Investigating the American south and my place within it, "My Mema and the cows" contains various scent memories, simultaneously nostalgic and somewhat cacophonous. A lilted summer orange blossom droops down from the weight of hot tar (Go Heels). The faint memory of freshly cracked pecans marries with the warm, dry scent of a tobacco barn. Jasmine and tuberose, with their heady indoles, evoke both a loving grandmother and cow pies. Each note rests atop a found 1920s perfume: sensual, herbaceous, and reserved.
Cotton flowers are soaked in "My Mema and the cows". It will fade. Intimate interaction is highly encouraged.
