this is what I would call my signature scent. I’ve worn it for two years and have good and bad memories tied to it. it feels like a giant bloody rose blooming in an attic as in a René Magritte painting. some people online say it’s difficult to wear, but you simply have to get into a sexy and cursed mindset about it. Madonna-Whore.
i bought it when i lived in canada, just a tiny vile of it, called commodity: gold. it was juniper berries, vanilla, amber, sandal wood and musk. i wore it as i explored the rocky mountains, made friends in the snow, experiencing a sense of freedom i’d never felt before. i loved it so much and little did i know it would all be gone when i landed back in australia. slowly leaking into a random makeup bag during the 15 hour flight. i haven’t bought it since, i don’t know why. i think i’m scared that if i smell it again i will miss that time in my life, where i was far away from everything in my life, surrounded by canadian snow.
I think the biggest thing my therapist helped me realize is that moments that are tough or seasons of your life that seem impossible will not last forever. It is not about sitting in the struggle but understanding how to effectively work through it.
accept the love that is presented to you and do not run away from it, each opportunity to hang is a bid for connection, take them in stride and with open arms
