There were two incidents at the Piramide Del Sol.


The first happened when I had a severe attack of vertigo attempting to climb one of the lesser lunar pyramids.


The second was more painful. I had stupidly crawled into the grass in order to get the best photographic angles of Teotihuacan, Mexico’s largest pyramid, in awe of the Aztec majesty  in the blazing hot afternoon sun.


Suddenly I felt hot shooting pains in my legs, an immediate, infernal itching on my thighs and calves. Without hesitating,  and in full view of other tourists I tore down my jeans to find my legs crawling with red fire ants. Batting myself hysterically not realizing how ridiculous I must have looked – man in cowboy hat in his underwear, arms flailing wildly and screeching, once I had prized off the incendiary critters from my leg hair I shook down my jeans with vigor in order to restore some dignity to myself before running, clothed,  up to a random Japanese tour group that was standing near by. Skin throbbing and smarting as I shielded my eyes from the sky, I asked the unperturbed lady in charge if she knew what was going to happen to me next.




’Taihen desu yo.


Sugoi netsu ni naru yo’




– said the woman, seeming to almost slightly enjoy the conveyance of this  news that it was going to all be very ‘tough’ ; that I was going to have a terrible fever and be bedridden for days…,.




Toxic ants  !




Fuck !




Making our way towards agitatedly towards the exits (“It’ll probably be okay”) said Duncan semi-reassuringly, imagining me writhing and sweatridden like a dirt covered extra in Apocalypse Now, burning up and hallucinating and generally ruining our holiday by perishing in the middle of it before we even got to our friend’s nuptials in Guadalajara, we encountered a laconic, muscular female Mexican security guard in mirrored sunglasses patrolling the perimeter as bored as death and cool as a watermelon. I decided to go  up to her for a second opinion in my rudimentary Spanish learned from Almodovar movies – although unfortunately I had never encountered the word ‘ant’ ; She peered down slowly at my pathetic self through her shades, gun in silver holster, as I jabbered on excitedly about poison and delirium and weddings – but was far more sympathetic and calming than the tour guide had been ::…….just go and lie down and drink lots of water, you will be alright, they are not so bad (I also happened – gracias a los dios – to have had a very effective Aesop lemon hand cream with me in my jeans pocket that I applied to the bitten areas liberally as soon as I had whipped off my Wranglers :  I swear it worked brilliantly as an antidote). The Officer seemed to know what she was talking about, in any case,  so I decided to take her word for it, calming down a couple of notches and deciding instead to just drink daytime beers to either forget about the whole thing, or else hasten my death as the insectoid venom coursed through my veins with the bubbles in the big windowed cafe near the entrance, dulling and sharpening  our senses beautifully with ice cold Coronas and staring out quietly at ancient magnificence. The bites were very itchy, and I felt a bit odd  (though that could have been incipient sunstroke) but other than that I was fine.











I don’t quite know what led me to start thinking about this ridiculously typical anecdote yesterday evening, but sprawled out blissfully in front of my projector watching Takashi Miike’s ‘Desd Or Alive’ I was unconsciously plunged into memories of hot fire and inflammation on spraying Abel’s perfume Red Santal onto the back of my hand: a flinty aridity of fleshless spice and desert sands that took me a few moments to recognize, until my memory found the link I was looking for : D’Humeur Massacrante – a long disappeared perfume I used to love  by L’Artisan Parfumeur. A dryness of furious nutmeg and paprika alongside sulphur like the flash of a match catching light, this was one of my favourites in the legendary ‘Mood Swings’ box from 1994 that Duncan would wear a quarter of a century ago as part of his sly artillery alongside other dry and spiced elegantly masculine perfumes such as Cacharel Pour L’Homme and Comme Des Garçons’ Incense Series Jalsaimer.



Red Santal, an all natural perfume from Amsterdam based house Abel, fits neatly into this category of sparse woody hotness, with a bone-dry moisture-sucked base of two kinds of sandalwood plus a hot tempered intro of cloves and black and pink pepper over ginger and thyme. I rather like it : longevity on the skin is not as powerful as a synthetic hybrid might be but there is a lucidity to the natural essences that works. Rather than the usual, lugubrious butter of the more typical, creamy sandalwoods, this is a brisk and energizing flame of controlled heat, moderately livid. : and inflamed.


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10 responses to “RED SANTAL by ABEL (2016)

  1. Liz |

    How funny that you wore wranglers and a cowboy hat! That is the attire for many Mexican men born in Mexico. Were you wearing boots? Please post a photo of you have one! I got bitten by a bunch of ants in Texas . It was horrific. I was in my late teens and walked down a step grassy area. Don’t remember why I grabbed the grass with both hands. I really regretted that. My favorite from the moods coffret was the Happy one? The one that smelled like candy!

    • That was extremely cute, like strawberries.

      I would love another bitter bottle of Jalouse.


      • Liz

        I would love a bottle of the Happy one too! I don’t know why they don’t add to permanent collection in large sizes. I liked the grey one too. I wish they would bring back Les Hesperides de la Grande Serre! I’m sure I misspelled that. Also love the one that smells like Brazilian Drink and the one with the pineapple for a stopper. I still have the old bottle.

      • Never heard of Les Hesperides de La Grande Serre : presumably a lovely green ….

        I miss the old L’Artisans … they were amazing

      • Liz

        They were amazing! I read that Les Hesperides was from 1982. They discontinued
        Sometime in the late 90’s. It smelled sweet. I have yet to smell a hesperides as good. I also had one called L’eau du Fleuriste. I was told that it smelled like a flower shop. It did! Ananas Fizz is the one with the fabric pineapple over the stopper.

      • Yes – it wasn’t quite pineappley for me : a staple in my diet and possibly my favourite thing to eat on this earth along with chocolate – but it was rather fun !

    • This was about 13 years ago btw – have no picture to hand.

  2. Tara C

    What a story! Glad the effects weren’t too dire. I loved that L’Artisan coffret, my favourite was l’Humeur à Rien or something like that. So many lovely ones discontinued and vanished forever. Would love to have Jacinthe des Bois and Orchidée Blanche again.

  3. Z

    Ok your blog has truly been giving me life since I discovered mere months ago, I am new to perfume and have learned so much from your uploads, so grateful you are still spilling words about scent into the void..

    Have you looked much into ‘Indie perfumes’?? I have been following them on Reddit, way easier on the wallet, a tier below Niche I would say. there is this brand ALPHA MUSK that I am a huge fan of, the owner is absolutely insane, she has made over 500 individual scents and has bizarre stream of consciousness descriptions for all of them.. it’s sooo entertaining and to my untrained nose they actually smell amazing. I know yall are in JP, even domestically here in the states she takes forEVER to send things out but I would pass along some samples?? honestly just trying to navigate her etsy brings me as much joy as this blog. i linked it for you.


    (timeline of my personal collection: lolita lempicka, anna sui dreams, BPAL(yuck), olfactive studio lumiere blanche, eau d’navigateur, cloon keen castana thanks to you, now i’m obsessed with parfum satori Hyouge and ALPHA MUSK Bardot)

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