Jeroboam Ligno & dana
Captain,
You, who carry your future within the mild of your eyes,
Ever consider your sailor, wont of bread and wine?
Captain,
You, whose guilts I pay with my days filled with sod,
Know that my biggest sins barely make smile the gods?
In case you die, it’s a king who dies,
If I don’t come again,
Thirst and starvation enter my dwelling;
But when there’s any extra world left,
I’m prepared.
The place to? —Itaca by Lucio Dalla. Translation and adaptation from Italian by dana.
Blue Odyssey. Mark Whitmarsh
Anchor cuts fortunately by way of the brine, upward it goes previous the stomach of the ship, previous manholes and barnacles, previous chords and ballast, previous the lonely seagull ceremoniously protesting the motion of the pullie, moist, actual, and creaking good so as to add a energetic beat to the turmoil above. It’s a second to T zero and Ithaca awaits.
In his cabin, the captain needs for wind within the sails and a well timed take a look at Penelopa—it’s been some time, and his spouse’s likening (though nonetheless extremely environment friendly at hottening his nightly desires) is, awake, however a smoky reminiscence of moist thighs, powdery buxoms, and natural baths. And raisin pie, sure, she’s additionally a grasp at that.
The noon relaxation sailors yarning. Henry Scott Tuke
Above him, shiny decks surrounded by shiny solar, glowing open waters, and lots of barren tooth: the matelots are singing. This complete Odyssey factor was enjoyable whereas it lasted, however house is dwelling—and house is the place they’re headed so, predictably, they sing.
Sleeping Sailor. Henry Scott Tuke
Increased nonetheless, on the primary publish, Renatore is resting over a coil of rope, arms calloused from the tough hemp and the brine, his neck hardened and his arms sturdy and ropey themselves. His curly hair is flipping within the breeze, and his discoloured bandana nonetheless shines in opposition to his olive pores and skin (the entire thing, if one needs to be sincere, seems to be like an Italian industrial from the ‘90s). Renatore is at the moment occupied with loud night breathing, so we’ll depart him to it whereas he, too, is dreaming of the return- extra particularly, a motherly redhead he met in a passing port. She smelled of cockles and wild rosemary, she laughed just like the thunder and he or she drank him beneath the desk as soon as, so he’ll marry her if she’ll have him.
Ships at sea. Copyright aljanh.internet
Increased nonetheless, straight as a candle, nonetheless remembering the sound of its felling however grown into immortality by geographies conquered and its reign over the open seas, the mast. Too erectile to be romantic however too advanced to discard as a topic of our fascination, this axis mundi absolutely deserves one other look over. However what hasn’t been mentioned but a couple of mast, that we might??
Artwork by Sailors-Studio
To all who love patchouli a lot that they drift additional and additional away in exploratory perfume missions, Jeroboam Ligno signed by Vanina Muracciole, facilities focus. The opening is difficult and unmerciful, unfiltered and honest: a patchouli so clear that it’s minty, metallic, and complexly natural. Proper over it (as this composition appears to be inverted, one way or the other) hovers a powerful lavender, cool and minty simply as effectively, supported by what appears to be oakmoss and a malty/chocolaty/raisiny tinge- this complete layer reads, in reality, like a fougere (albeit deconstructed from a forest flooring and agilely reassembled on the deck of a legendary quest).
Increased nonetheless—and widening like an inverted pyramid—floats an ethereal however dense layer of woods, smokey and tarry and lived-in just like the stomach of a pitted ship: guaiac, birch, vetiver; to their aspect, an unbelievable sharp rose and a comforting notion of roasted barley.
As all fuse into the pores and skin, Jeroboam Ligno will get female like Penelopa however briny and soiled as a sailor’s track: hints of life like musk, honey, ambergris, and castoreum whiff up and ever upwards, pointing to the zenith and offering, to all, each permanence and a reminder of our passing.
Very similar to a mast on open seas.
Official notes: musk, patchouli, ambergris
–dana sandu, Contributor
Disclosure: a ½ full tester was given to me at Esxence 2019, thanks Francois Henin
Storm on the Black Sea- Ivan Aivazovsky
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