The Freedom of Affection

 

It had never been our intention, but as the months passed the tone of our correspondence changed as we had grown to know one another.

The overly professional formality slipped away, replaced by a friendly rapport and it became evident there was a mutual mental attraction. We shared stories about our lives, our travels, the similarities of our experiences both striking and comforting.

A statement that resonated so deeply it made me feel completely opaque, my surface layers stripped away to a place no-one had ever seen before.

The palpable excitement I felt the first time we met was barely containable. Theimmediate fluidity of our conversation translated to tactile affection; a light touch on my arm, a hand placed at the small of my back,so innocently given, yet electrifyinglyreceived. Even your smell invoked a forgotten memory, a familiarity I couldn’t place but immediately recognised– a combination of spicy patchouli withdelectable notes of nutmeg, cinnamon and clove, aromas I have grown to cherish.

 

 

 

We would amble through the charming streets frequented only by locals, visiting the tucked away tavernas you knew, while    talking late into the warm evenings.

 And so I write this as I begin the final journey that will bring me to your side. The place I belong, the place my life makes sense, the place I call home, because before I even knew, it was always with you.

 

 

Embracing The Experience

Four years of meticulous planning though essential, had been arduous at times. Our mutual passion for design was the initial catalyst that brought us together and as the months passed, our relationship had developed and deepened to form an unbreakable trust.

We discovered our approach to life was mirrored in the other and so it had simply felt like a natural progression to develop this project with you. To capture and combine the elements we most revered, integrating our feminine and masculine perspectives into a unified expression of who we were.

 

 

 

We had even agreed it could not just be about aesthetics. Yes, it was to be an elegant sanctuary, perfectly balanced in its production, invoking a sense of timeless and enduring quality, but there was also a level of ergonomic practicality that was required. Not exactly function over form, that would have been too austere and clinical, but it certainly needed to seamlessly fit in with and enhance our lifestyles.

 

 

 

Thinking back now, I remember the process we developed, selecting shapes and colours, textures and images, all of which helped harness the essence of what we wanted to achieve. But it was the evenings we would spend together that linger with me. My greatest pleasure became the excitement you felt when we pushed the exploration of design. You told me your vision was to induce a sensory reaction, from touch, to sight, to sound, to smell – this was what drove you forward.

 

In those moments you showed me a different way of seeing, of experiencing, and as I watched your craftsmanship unfold, I fell for your admirable qualities – independence, confidence, expressive sensuality.
Qualities you have woven into our future lives. And for that, I’ll always be eternally grateful.”

 

Perfect Memories

 


There was little need to even talk, it was enough to just be in your presence. Those nights when the incessant thrum of the city would quieten, the sunset would envelop the skyline and you’d take my hand, leading me to the river. The sensuality of the water would reflect the dusky light, the constant shifting of shapes and soft colours were so mesmerising.

On we would amble, listening to the sway of the water through the reeds. The motion keeping time with the lacing and unlacing of fingers, our pace gently in sync, you slowing, to play out the delay.

That first time I didn’t know where you were leading me a place so botanically rich and varied it induced a sensory explosion. You taught me how to inhale the perfumes the garden so willingly offered up, lingering over the different varieties of flowers that created such heady scents. All these years later I can still reel off your favourites; sandalwood, bergamot, amber, orange.

 

But it’s your scent that I still long for, indescribable in essence yet so deeply ingrained in my memory, the subtle balance of tonka, vanilla and musk….

Over and over I’ve repeated these words, trying to conjure you to my present time. Only once have I been caught completely unaware by an aroma so familiar it transported me back to those summer evenings. The place where we dreamed together, where we truly lived; our private garden you told me.

It’s All About You

This is how you saw me, though I never knew it at the time. It was only years later you would explain it was your desire to fully understand me that had changed the trajectory of your entire life. Your confession was surprising and intriguing and I had pressed you to explain further. You were quiet for a time, contemplative and when you spoke again, thoughtful with your words.

Your eyes shone with a passion for your life’s work as you continued, “I’ve dedicated myself to discovering the ultimate perfumed elixir. Imagine having the sensory world at your fingertips, the limitless combinations and each one creates a totally unique effect. It’s a never- ending quest because just one more drop of fresh and lively bergamot or two more drops of heady and sensual rose alters the aroma entirely. And there are so many wondrous botanical scents to play with – sweet patchouli, exotic amber, mellow sandalwood and fragrant incense that culminate in a gorgeous floral accord, or spicy black pepper, warm lavender, flowery jasmine and sensual musk that create a deliciously smoky scent….” You trailed off, your internal thoughts drifting to a place I couldn’t follow, but when you turned your gaze back to me I could once again see the clarity in your eyes.

 

Your statement hung in the air between us, the explanation uplifting me, giving me a new perspective. A parting gift so liberating because finally, I understood; to possess a dichotomous nature is not a hindrance but in fact a thing of beauty.