I must apologize for my profuse praise, rambling, etc.. I hope it doesn't come across the wrong way.. it's just the experience I had last night and am still having as the scent dies down now was so.. just overwhelming, really. It was a joyous rapture and yet I am laced with a bit of fear.. have I found my holy grail? If the true joy is in the journey, and I've found my journey's end.. then what? I don't mean to imply that I won't wear other scents and enjoy them - and I'm not sure how I'll feel about L'Antimatiere a day from now, a week from now.. but the experience was just.. I can't do it justice by putting it into words, and I definitely failed that objective in my initial post as well. The joy and fear is settling now and the whole night felt more like a vivid dream and now I am waking and the dream is hazy.. the emotional content still intact but the details lost to a morning grogginess.
We all at one point or another have been on a search for the holy grail, but have any of you considered just how frightening it could be to actually find it? And then, I think to myself, is it absolutely absurd, bordering on dysfunctional, to become this enraptured by a simple olfactory experience? Am I putting too much stock into it? God, it reminds me of the first time I listened to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon (an experience also felt the first time listening to The Wall and The Division Bell.) A deep awakening of some inner spirit locked away, who grew weak and famished as I forgot to feed him while I plunged headfast into life.
Has anyone ever felt something so..so, from a perfume? I feel remarkably vulnerable right now, and posting this making it only moreso. I hope I'm not alone in such an experience.