Occasionally there are scents that just spawn that "YES, EXACTLY THAT" sort of response where they're pretty much 100% as described. This one takes me back to the Jewish cemeteries I've wandered through in the Czech Republic -- to my family's gravesite in Brno, with moss tracing the markers and pine underfoot as I searched for the right row; to the large cemetery in Prague, with the famous gravestones crowded with pebbles and coins people have left behind; to the tumbledown hillside in Mikulov, where the stones were pulled up during the war and yew and fruit trees stand side by side. It's one of those visceral memory kind of scents for me, where I stood there sniffing the bottle at Will Call and just kind of spaced out for a second. Babbling glee aside: this one's wet dirt in the bottle to me, with a hint of trampled old-pine greenery and grass shadowing it. I didn't put it on my skin -- I'm not sure if it's something I'd want to smell like, necessarily? -- but it's a lovely unique thing all the same. (And now I think I might have talked myself into buying it after all, when I talked myself out of it at Will Call yesterday, just to shove my nose in the bottle on those bad days ...)
