The Dandy was away at the weekend.
Though this time I found a succour in an unusual setting.
Not the countryside where I normally seek repose, but amongst the great rusting remnants of the original epoch of industrialisation.
Cradle of the first wave of the factory age, which they tell us may now be coming to an end.
It’s viaducts, locks and piers, great mills and brick warehouses, unwanted freight railways and miles and miles of canals are the Roman ruins of the future scattered about us today.
If only we take the time to look…
Then it got me thinking, something I once read… could there be such a thin as Industrial Perfume?
Purple Under Sides
Estee by Estee Lauder
Shop bought glamour for stolen kisses and unwise fumbles under the freeway flyover.
Oakmoss. Aldehydes. Coriander.
Steely hearts and unheard squeals.
Something Old, Something New
Calandre by Paco Rabanne
Aluminium stiletto heels grind make up powders made of sacred glass into disco floors in warehouse clubs.
No one cares. They dance till dawn.
Hidden Green, Never Seen
Futur by Robert Piguet
Antique idea of l’avenir that never came to pass.
Chartreuse no parts chlorophyll three parts chlorine.
Flash car, fire escape...
Mitsouko by Guerlain
Petroleum and decaying peach. The high life and the backstreet.
Perfectly tuned engine. Runs like a dream. Ride anything but smooth.
Castles In The Air
Eau de Campagne by Sisley
Grab a bit of country air where you can find it.
Canalside, you can be lord of the manor, raise tomato plants and basil bushes.
View your lemon trees from castellated towers. Sundays only.
The Sea, Wholesale
Womanity by Thierry Mugler
Crude humour. Blue joke.
Well told. Widely copied.
In questionable taste.
Games Without Frontiers
Les Jeux sont Faits by Jovoy
Rum for Dad. Gin for Mum. Mother’s ruined already.
Heady, fruity cocktail consumed in a smoke filled bar.
Followed by a curry.
Saturday night on a production line.
Once More Under The Bridge, Dear Friends
Higher by Dior
Merry on perry for the first time.
Electric shell suits fizzing static.
Zips slip easily, tongues entwine.
French kissing in a Northern style.
Printers’ Ink, Queen’s Cream
M/Mink by Byredo
Liquid words with raw honey.
Crude oil of the mind.
Hot metal. Cool fumes.
An eclectic Monday to start a somewhat unusual week *he winks*.
Hope you like the snaps and scents.
The Perfumed Dandy.