1969 by Histoires de Parfums
"I hold my Tiger’s Eye-carved rabbit in my hand. The ocean disappears..."
1969 by Histoires de Parfums
(Fragrantica, LuckyScent, Histoires de Parfums)
1969 by Histoires de Parfums is like a drive through Topanga Canyon. There are wind chimes in the air and a sacred waterfall surrounded by quartz crystals and a shrine stuck with hundreds of prayers, confessions, well wishes. I hold my Tiger’s Eye-carved rabbit in my hand. The ocean disappears amongst thickets of trees, grasses, hints of the desert, the brush of sage and hummingbirds on the winding canyon road. I can see the quiet canyon now, the glimpses of camper vans and the scent of patchouli.
You find a peach from the goblin market. You are brought into a world of enchantment and earthy eros. You taste raw cacao for the first time and nearby is the burn of cloves. This is the land of endless summer, the land where ocean becomes canyon becomes desert becomes mountain. “Indian Summer” by The Doors plays quietly on the car radio. I love you the best / Better than all the rest… You lay with your lover amongst the grasses, there is the babble of the creek, the shade of the ancient tree. It’s just like the photograph, “A naked couple embraces as a river rushes around them while at Woodstock” (1969). This is a sort of paradise.
The Summer of Love never ended, it’s just hidden; in the canyons, valleys, the desert air, in the howl of the coyote, the circling of the hawk, in the divinity of angel numbers, the all-knowing horoscope, in the pouring rain making rivers in the desert stillness. This is the vision of 1969 by Histoires de Parfums, an Edenic refuge for the wild at heart, the eternal flower child. My bit of earthly heaven.
Juliette Sandoval is an artist from Los Angeles. She is the Editor-in-Chief of Orpheus, a literary and arts magazine. Her work has been featured or is forthcoming in Bruiser, Apocalypse Confidential, JUNK, and GROTTO, among others. You can find out more about her work here.
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