ON A CLEAR DAY YOU CAN SEE FOREVER represents a group of scents I've dearly loved since I was a child - spring flowers. I've created an explosion of hyacinth, daffodil, crocus and tulip deeply enriched with the absolutes of real flowers like narcissus and jonquil. I may not yet have the roof to grow them but I do have the exuberant scent of those flowers charging outta their pots as if the police were after 'em. Spring in a bottle.
Arriving in New York at eighteen, I quickly learned the city I'd expected did not exist. Of course my rather fantastical expectations were formed by television, a few movies and certain writers no ordinary sixth grader had any business to enjoy.
I'd live on a huge roof covered in pots bursting with spring flowers year round despite season or natural law. Amidst the technicolor blooms against a backdrop of glittering monoliths, water tanks and Italian restaurants, I'd lounge on ultramodern inflatable furniture enjoying cocktails and witty urbane banter with highly artistic friends. The friends I found. The rest, alas, no.
The city was gritty, harsh, and relentless. But it was also vibrant, exhilarating and inspiring. And I did find my flowers; I put them not in pots but bottles. Now I call forth Spring at will and then I see not only the New York I've come to accept but that glamorous childhood mirage which still stands somewhere among my expectations.