Mod 23
“Last night the sea was like silver leaves, fluttering in a bowl.” - Virginia Woolf
Like many women before me, I write to you from an undisclosed location. The air smells like saltwater taffy and honeysuckle, and every morning my dog splashes in the clear ocean like it’s his first time.
Just a quick note: the founding Substack subscription includes six samples per year. If you sign up by July 26th, you’ll receive the August sample.
August’s offering will be a rejected “mod” (sample) of a perfume I’ve been developing for
. Yes, I’ve been working on a fragrance for her for years now, but that’s all I can say for the moment. I’m not even sure it will be for public consumption. It’s more of a creative collaboration, an expression of our friendship. The perfume ultimately went in a very different direction, but I’m fond of this earlier version, with notes of