While looking through my archive I stumbled upon the snapshots I took of magic trees – Arbre Magique – the cardboard scent diffusers you buy to customize your carriage with the right smell, maybe something magical.
I love my car – Black Pine
Arbre Magique – Fruit cocktail
Arbre Magique – Jasmin & Narcissus
Arbre Magique – Pino
Arbre Magique – Cashmere Flower
Arbre Magique – Frutti Di Bosco
Arbre Magique – Violet & Gardena
Arbre Magique – Fresh Water
Arbre Magique – Tartare Cologne
It reminded me of the conversation I had with a fireman at 4 am last week.
I had called the police – urgent but not 911 – after waking up in the middle of the night to the smell of fire, a wood burning fire, smoky. The open window had let in a suspicious smell and after checking the house and the roof, I realized I would not sleep, so I called the police – yes it was that frightening. To hear if they maybe knew about a fire close by that I couldn’t see.
They forwarded my call to the fire station. A friendly fireman told me there was no activity in my area and that I should go back to sleep, close the window.
I did not sleep very well.
The next day I found out it was the wood burning stove next door the neighbors had left in the hands of a group of doctors, guests, over in Amsterdam for a congress. They had come home at 1 am, noisy. And after some debriefing they tried to light the stove. Didn’t go well.
Room full of smoke, windows in the front open, smoke climbing up to my window.
Smoke, a house on fire, is not the kind of smell for a magic tree.
Arbre Magique – Holy Smoke