Friday, June 30

this summer as the sky lay barren, sup and i wondered what we wanted to smell of
floral? hmm. high notes. no.
musk?..too heady.
fruits!vanilla! hmm. no. feel hungry all the time.
tea tree then maybe. but can be nondescript. wave close to general smells.
but you know they can make ittar out of ANYTHING! her aai said
so i can smell of wet earth? - mitti ka ittar, she said it was called.
so thats it! thats what i will smell of. wet slushy earth waiting to sprout.

so off we went in the summer heat under JJ flyover to look for
perhaps
a bearded old man that hawked the smell of pregnant earth in little faux crystal bottles to make
his measly living.


exit romance.

there was this chalu guy in stonewashed jeans who frogged us cause we dint know better.so anyway, we bought another bottle from some place else. everyone seems to hate the
smell of it.ma says chheeee. no one wants to come near me when i wear it. so i mix green
musk in it or tea tree or some florals. bleah.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

comment achieved at peril...
she is subliming into a resident of ittar pradesh ..
hark all ye canines
the scent queens awake..

Pizzicato Hana said...

wha...?

Pizzicato Hana said...

ittar pradesh. ghastly pun. omygod, i see your traces.