I love being confounded and having my prejudices rebuffed.
Tonight we watched ‘Men, Women, Children’ by director Jason Reitman (I have no memory of choosing it at the video shop, and am an ambivalent watcher of his films), but it was the perfect film for a Monday night.
A cross-generational, intermeshed tale of people caught up in their smartphones, it played out warmly and convincingly across the screen, pertinent to things that are happening in my and my fellow teacher’s lives, and as I watched I reached out for whatever glass vial happened to be there dusting beneath the projector.
Dzongkha. A scent I have ignored (woody; Duchaufour; my usual dislikes), but as the alcohol demystifies – this is an old sample I have wrongly ignored for many years – I get the Dz, or rather the Dj: I sense an element of Djedi: a vetiver, a dry, held back scent and my senses are pleased.
All I can smell is a light, beautifully framed vetiver, dusted with what smells like paprika, but as I check, briefly online, I find out to be white tea (a gorgeous combination); papyrus; and lychee.
Like the film, which I knew nothing whatsoever beforehand, but just chose on whim (and which turned out to be far more rewarding than I could have imagined, emotionally) the perfume feels real; relevant, touching, and distinctly pleasing.
I will have to explore this one further.