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[dansar04]

Diplomatic Ties part 508: HN White.

Suit from Belvest, Canali shirt, tie from HN White, Berg & Berg ps and shoes from Morjas. Scent: Heeley Cardinal.

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Esprit du Tigre (Heeley)

Years ago I worked in a New Age shop owned by a socialite with alimony to burn. She ran the shop as if it were the entrepreneurial equivalent of vanity license plates-- her name on the business cards; otherwise, as little involvement as possible. She didn't seem to expect much effort from me, either. Every day I came to work, lounged around, read metaphysical books, played Loreena McKennitt CDs, and sampled the perfume oils that filled the countertop tester racks.

Most were predictable New Age fare-- patchouli, sandalwood, vanilla, musk. But there was one tester that excited me from the moment I unscrewed the cap: basil essential oil. Expecting the scent of the fresh green leaf (or possibly even a murky pesto accord), I was startled to discover instead the distinct cinnamon-wintergreen scent of old-fashioned ribbon candy. I promptly purchased my own bottle, which I still own today.

Have you ever eaten ribbon candy? It's bulky, sharp-edged, painful to chew, and attracts a diabolical amount of dust if left to sit in an open candy dish. On the other hand, it comes in dozens of gorgeous jewel-tone colors, looks fantastic piled high in a glass jar (with lid, of course), and smells divine. It may be hard to justify a candy that exists only for appearance and aroma, rather than for eating. Yet ribbon candy seems so eager to please that it's difficult to hold a grudge against it-- and so it's one of my favorite things. Even today, the sight and smell of it seem to me like emissaries from my childhood.

Aside from the candy dish -- and that surprise encounter in the New Age boutique -- I never expected to stumble across that reminder anywhere else. Imagine my surprise, then, when almost two decades later, I opened a sample vial of "serious" perfume and found my childhood inside!

I'd been given to understand that James Heeley's Esprit du Tigre drew its inspiration directly from Tiger Balm, the Chinese traditional remedy famous for its quaintly attractive packaging. I happily use Tiger Balm liniment myself, so despite warnings about EdT's medicinal qualities, I went looking for its magic.

Did I find it? Without a doubt. Tiger Balm? Maybe just a touch. Ribbon candy?

Scads of it.

Remembering my last encounter with this beloved scent, the only thing to do was to fetch my bottle of pure basil oil and conduct a two-arm simultaneous scent test. The verdict: a stunning counterfeit of nature.

Esprit du Tigre contains no basil oil (and neither, incidentally, does Tiger Balm). The accord I interpret as basil is a hologram artfully constructed of everything but the real deal. Yet James Heeley has taken that girly-pink, confectionary accord far beyond its natural, linear limit. Esprit du Tigre tempers basil's piercing sweetness with hot, earthy spices, adds a touch of camphor to keep it sparkly, then grounds it with the earthy salt-musk tang of vetiver-- in essence, lifting it out of the candy dish and recreating it as a grownup pleasure.

Such differences may be subtle, but they are also significant. I welcome the chance to discover what new memories, connections, and illusions Esprit du Tigre will unlock for me.

Scent Elements: Camphor, peppermint, cloves, cinnamon, pepper, vetiver

[odoroussavourssweet]

Heeley Vetiver Veritas

notes: mate, lavender; vetiver, grapefruit; woody notes, green notes

This is a light, dry, tangy vetiver. The grapefruit is apparent.

It gets quite dusty & maybe cedary as it dries, with a little bit of smokiness.

Vetiver Veritas reminds me of Smuggler's Soul; light, casual, greenish vetiver, a bit ascetic for my tastes but nicely balanced and goes down smooth.

[ghost-postcards]

This card was posted in #Blackpool #Lancashire in November 1924. It was sent to an address in #Heeley #Sheffield #Yorkshire. The recipient was Mary #Ballantyne nee #Hill. The weather in Blackpool was fine and breezy. https://www.ghostpostcards.com/1924-november-3-mary-ballantyne (at Heeley, Sheffield, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzYSMcygzYa/?igshid=qvrrltsn85zt

[supernova-92]

City gem . . . #mural #heeley #streetart

[synoir]

Synoir’s Library | Mine by @jheeley

But she could already feel the curse spreading through her veins. Ice cold as it moved with deadly intent around her body. In the distance she heard the lone howl of a wolf. His cry of triumph filling the night air. Hermione trembled, pulling her knees to her chest and weeping into her hands. She'd been claimed. 

Fenrir Greyback had claimed her. 

Rating: M | Fenrir Greyback x Hermione Granger⎪Complete

[calebski]

Barty had been staring at the same spot on the door for the past hour and a half. Just below the handle but above the lock. Eyes narrowed in annoyance and tongue darting out to tap the side of his lip.

> Freedom > @jheeley

> (Hermione Granger x Barty Crouch Jr) > Imagined Book Covers