Poetic Treehouse Perfume Oil - library, leather books, musty attic, cedar, leaf accord, hot wax, and metal.
This scent is based off a treehouse library high up in an oak tree with bookshelves made from dark mahogany wood, housing hundreds of old musty leather bound editions of books and poetry, cedar floors, soft hot wax for sealing letters, green leaves being blown by a soft wind on a summer day, resinous amyris, sandalwood accord, and dark patchouli. You may even detect some vinyl, green leafy aldehyde and a hint of metal. This is not a gourmand library scent or even a woody scent. It’s like scent after scent, coming together to make poetry, with pure artisanal note layers of fragrance and aroma molecules combined.
Dark mahogany, shelves and shelves of hundreds of old musty leather bound books sitting on floors made of old cedar. High up in the treehouse of an old oak tree is a huge attic library filled with books. Every floor has an abundance of books to read.
Originally, I’d set out to make the scent of old books from scratch. After it’s made, I always like my husband to smell things just to see if he likes them or not. He never knows what he’s smelling. He just will give a yes or no or maybe. But, how comically surprised I was when I held this sent up to his nose and his immediate reply was ‘old musty books in an attic’. Seriously, I had to circumvent my entire thought process.
I’ve always loved treehouses and wanted to live in one since I was a kid. I even have a book about treehouses and people who live in them. Immediately, my imagination went to a huge old library treehouse, floor after floor, going straight up to the sky. Friends are reading and hanging out on the branches reading. Reading is going on everywhere. There is never a shortage of musty old leather bound books. There are novels, fiction, classics, books of poetry. Each floor is made of cedar and the shelves are made of dark mahogany. While one is reading, a soft breeze blows and the scent of the leaves waft across the air. In my own house, I’ve had books in stacks so high, they’re halfway to the ceilings. That describes my love of books in a nutshell and this is my representation of the way a good old book in your hand smells. It can be worn on its own for a very minimalist scent, or paired with other scents for your own personal style.
This scent is based off a treehouse library high up in an oak tree with bookshelves made from dark mahogany wood, housing hundreds of old musty leather bound editions of books and poetry, cedar floors, soft hot wax for sealing letters, green leaves being blown by a soft wind on a summer day, resinous amyris, sandalwood accord, and dark patchouli. You may even detect some vinyl, green leafy aldehyde and a hint of metal. This is not a gourmand library scent or even a woody scent. It’s like scent after scent, coming together to make poetry, with pure artisanal note layers of fragrance and aroma molecules combined.