As a child I remember playing under the row of blackcurrant bushes that grew along the side of our path. I recall some children complaining that the bushes smelled like cat pee when they brushed past the leaves. But I loved the smell. I would rub the leaves and stems and buds just to get the smell. I loved the way it smelled on skin. To me it wasn't cat pee, but a green fruity peppery smell.When I ordered a small amount of blackcurrant bud absolute I could already imagine what it was going to be like. When it arrived I smelled the outside of the bottle before I opened it and there I was back in my yard in early summer like a child again. I want to make a perfume with it that I would have liked at that age. Something sweet, something strong, something bursting with life, something that would be *too much* for Mom, and Granny. I have made almost a dozen different experimental blends and I will leave them alone for a while. I have an idea more now of where I want the perfume to go. I want it opening with a stunning intro of fresh green leaves and light flowers, becoming a soft fruity floral middle and a musky and powdery finish. Blackcurrant bud is like my child, I need to find out what brings it to life and what makes it burst with excitement. Something playful, and innocent that will make a young girl smile.
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