“For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”
Wallace Stevens, The Snow Man
Fireside on a snowy afternoon. Golden embers against the grey stillness of a frosty windowpane. Warm almond and vanilla shortbread with rich amber resin, spicy clove and a curl of woodsmoke from the hearth.
I was assaulted by one of the strongest almond scents I have ever smelt before. Usually almond notes are quieter, muted almost in the background, but Rook opens with almond and more almond, mixed with a sharp hit of clove. I’m not a fan of clove notes, now that I realise. Clove is weird to my nose, too spicy, I guess. The addition of smoke is lovely though, it tones down the spicy and sweetness of the scent, making it much more manageable. The almond top notes fade out as the scent starts to dry on my skin, leaving behind clove and woodsmoke. This is a really warm scent, especially when the amber resin comes into play, it feels like you’re in a small cabin with a crackling fire beside you.