Imaginary Authors - Slow Explosions
As many of you know, Imaginary Authors is known for stories
and fragrance that go hand in hand. Slow
Explosions (“Explosions”) is an oriental fragrance released in 2016 that tells
the story of a life reimagined. (See
brand story below review.)
Explosions opens with that quintessential saffron note; it
is an edgy, raw, and rubbery. Accompanying the saffron is an equally bold leather. The leather and saffron seem to combine to
give the essence of an oud or woody note.
There is nothing “slow” about the opening of Explosions.
After the initial notes make their appearance in the
opening, they are closely followed by a hint of apple. The apple is juicy, tart, and sweet but
somehow seemingly just beyond reach. As
Explosions wears I get a light, warm rose that seems to waft across the fragrance. It is here in the wear that the fragrance
takes on a mesmerizing smokiness from the benzoin. The leather, smoke, light fruity floral, and
spice wear all the way through the drydown.
For me, on wear, I don’t so much get “slow explosions” as
such but rather more of a bold reinvention of a life. The bold notes and wear speak to me more as a
life being lived with new confidence. Slow
Explosions wears on me with strong to moderate projection for roughly 8 hours.
Notes: Saffron, Rose Absolute, Leather, Apple, Benzoin,
Cashmeran, Arpora Night Market
Perfumer: Josh Meyer
The Story
In 1980, Gwen K. Vroomen quit a monotonous job, went to the
corner bar, and – on the bartender’s urging – threw a dart at a world map
tacked on the wall. She had never heard of Goa but knew immediately she needed
to go. Three months later she was celebrating Hindu New Year at a tea garden
high in the hills of Kerala, fireworks exploding below. She wrote of that
night: “I was resuscitated by color, redeemed by the vibrant unknown.” Her
self-proclaimed “Journey out of darkness,” dotted with unforgettable stories of
night markets, river floats, and harrowing moped rides, inspired a generation
of young Americans eager to buck the drudgery of ordinary life.
“I was lost, aimless, and depressed. Now I’m only two of
those things.” (Gwen K. Vroomen)
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