I was out riding this afternoon, walking at the edge of the hay field and inhaling the most incredible scent. Really, if I could bottle this I’m sure that equestrians would snap it up. Here’s what I envision:
Top notes of green hay — hay that is drenched with spring rain, with just enough warmth in the air to tease out the freshness of the smell. Hay with white flowers growing in it and orioles diving down to eat the seeds off the tall grasses. Today we saw a flock of these exquisite yellow and black birds darting from the tree tops into the grasses. They were spectacular.
Middle notes of white flowers and lilac. The small white flowers that grow on the bushes near the fields. I’m not sure what type of plant they are but they produce a fleeting and light scent that you can only just catch if you walk by. Trot and you miss it.
Base notes of moss, leather, and the hint of damp horse. The scent that immediately registers with equestrians as the partnership between man (or woman) and horse, the peace and serenity of a quiet ride where you are listening to the birds the soft muffled sound of hooves on damp ground and the occasional jingle of the bit.
So, now I just need a perfumier who will bottle this. Then my fortunes will be made!