I love this version of Fleetwood Mac’s Sisters of the Moon. I think the castanets give the track a real edge, and towards the end (approximately minute 4:00) they almost take on a ritualistic timbre as their frequency increases almost as if in the culmination of an ancient seance. I picture rising plumes of smoke from burning incense, thrashing bodies, diaphanous flowing fabrics, and incantations invoking spirits’ name both sacred and profane.
I have been wanting to write about Serge Lutens’ Fille en Aiguilles since I was first introduced to it at the Perfume Lovers London Perfume and Well-being event. I’ve thought very much about its name, Fille en Aiguilles, which translates to “girl in needles” and “girl in stilettos”. I’ve thought about this duality and what it represents to me. Two wholly different representations of our public and private selves.
4160 Tuesdays’ Who Knew? opens on my skin sweetly. The initial burst of fragrance smiles, a jammy, rosy giggle that I find incredibly inviting. Soon a depth to Who Knew? develops that feels as if I am inhaling from the deepest depths of a rose; however, it is not a sort of haughty, overpowering rose at all. It’s quietly confident but contemplative and pensive.