NUIT ELASTIQUE Crystalline the weave of cloth worn

the weave of cloth worn yesterday and never washed

the cool sting of fresh ink

a night that keeps going and refuses to resolve

and the seam between them has worn through

By mid-morning the flower has not loosened a petal

NUIT ELASTIQUE Crystalline the weave of cloth wornIt begins where most scents step back. Ugo Charron pushes the indole in jasmine, sambac from India and grandiflorum from Egypt, until the white petal stops smelling like a flower and starts pulling like rubber. The latex accord is the whole point, not a gimmick bolted on after: it tightens, snaps back, then gets salted down under black olive while green olive cuts the edge raw. Feels like a hothouse after dark, air gone tight and elastic. Turkish rose