The scent of Invisible Monster is essentially the scent of a rare Chinese orchid that has a brisk lemony perfume balanced against a green jungle riverbank.
Contains To Yo Ran Orchid, Sumac, Galbanum, Vetivert, Oakmoss, Cedarwood and specially designed accords that capture the smell of the islands in the Susquehanna River.
Inspired by my favorite episode of Jonny Quest / The Invisible Monster.
I remember the boat slipping slowly down the channel between the islands. I was perhaps eight. My cousins and I peered over the side deep into the forest covering the banks on either side. The feathery fronds of the sumac trees and the wild vines overhanging the water made it easy to imagine we were deep in the jungle and we prepared ourselves at every moment for attacks by dinosaurs, wild animals or hostile natives. Villains wielding machine guns and lasers might spring from the underbrush on high-tech hovercraft only to be repelled by our own incredible technology. I was Jonny Quest and we were on an Adventure. Everything was possible. Naturally the grownups piloting the boat and discussing their own inexplicable world were perfectly oblivious to this constant danger in which my cousins and I perpetually lived.
I thought often of Jonny when I was a child. I longed to share his adventures through exotic lands and always in my mind, I did. By living always in a fabulous imaginary world, I became a rather distant child. In the real one, I took to wearing black turtlenecks on every possible occasion and I yearned for my Hadji. I was certain I would be a famous scientist like his father when I was grown. I would develop the most astonishing technology in my own fabulously equipped lab on my own remote tropical island. I would jet around the globe constantly exploring. Life would be always exciting and I would always have my very closest friends to share it with.
Of course my life has turned out very differently from how I imagined it would be at that young age. I am not a world famous scientist and applied physics is a closed book to me. I do not jet off to far-flung countries at the drop of a hat and I am almost never held hostage in Mayan temples. But I am surrounded by friends I can always count on, who support me no matter what and who love me for who I am. And I have, at long last, found my Hadji. Even now, I often think of Jonny Quest and my imaginary adventures on the river by my home. And I still wear black turtlenecks.