Going into the head shop in my city in the late seventies, as a teenager and young adult, was taking a step into another world.
Black light posters, Indian clothing, lots of cheesecloth, silver jewellery, wall hangings, pipes and paraphernalia, rolling papers, Indian joss sticks, and those incense cones they used to have.
Not to forget all the Spiritual Sky oils – patchouli, musk, rose, lavender, sandalwood, jasmine. Afghan coats – remember them?
It was the place to buy underground comics like Robert Crumb (Mr. Natural) and Gilbert Shelton (Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers). Incense would be burning, music playing, and what seemed to be the coolest people working there. It smelled exotic and divine If only you could bottle it.
Le Maroc pour Elle
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Head Notes : A rich citrus accord with mandarines and hints of lavender
Heart Notes : Moroccan rose of dawn, combines with the seductive evening scent of jasmine
Body Notes : Cedar wood from the High Atlas, balm of oriental woods, patchouli
Andy Tauer created a sumptuous, rich, dream inducing, elixir of the orient. Its smell is exactly that of Medina, my old head shop. As it warms on the skin the oils combine to transport you to another place. (I am aware that I am not the first to compare LMPE to a head shop.) It’s so beautiful and leaves a trail of magic and lasts for hours.
I just spent a week in Greece. I took my bottle of LMPE with me. And wore it every day. The perfect bare feet, brown legs, and silver jewelry scent. Had some fun taking photos of the bottle. Oh and I was with my daughter, she wore it too. We had a number of compliments.
Like in my last piece, I have linked lyrics that encapsulates LMPE for me.
I hear the horses’ thunder
Down in the valley below
I’m waiting for the angels of Avalon
Waiting for the eastern glow ………..Oh dance in the dark of night
Sing to the morning lightLED ZEPPELIN. The Battle of Evermore.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own ………..Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow.THE GRATEFUL DEAD. Ripple.
Peace, love, and patchouli
Val.
