Review: Demeter Perfume Samples

I've always loved Demeter perfume, especially after my friend Emily gave me a sampler of their mushroom scent. It smelled like a damp forest clearing after the rain on a spring day with white mushrooms popping up on a stump...

Recently I decided to order a few samples from their website... Here is a review of each scent and a story about the imaginary people who would wear them...

Beetroot: She woke up the day after the harvest in the home of her sister. Everyone was asleep save for the cats, so she quietly put on a pink embroidered folk dress from the 70's. Then wore a crown of autumn leaves and achingly flourescent pink eyeshadow. Looking down at the crossscut wood vanity to see a small jar of pickled beets for breakfast stained her lips red and left her smelling sweet after she dabbed it on to catch the train home to see her lover.

Violet: She wandered through the woods of purple pansies and lavender to find the perfect flower to press in a purple hardcover book of fairytales. She wore green fairy boots and carried flowers everywhere- in pockets, tucked behind on ear, in buttonholes and even in her underwear.

Basil: He watered the kitchen herb garden and plucked fresh leaves for the homemade tomato sauce he was cooking. Wiping a little olive oil off his brow he wondered if there was too much herb in the sauce. It smelled too strong.

Clover: They smelled like a fresh dewdrop on the cleanest forest floor in the morning. A child of light and love who went into the woods to play with the animals and dream of spring...

New Leaf: She wanted to make a fresh start, a new year's resolution. To break the spell of monotony and misogony and start her own landacaping business. She always loved the smell of fresh cut grass, and breathed easier for it.

Paperback: He was in a band but worked in a cozy little used bookstore to pass the time. He wore brown tweed jackets and glasses. In the fall it smelled like cinnamon and old books. To pass the time he would sneak into the shelves to read and inhale deeply of the older volumes, hoping to get high off the poetry and prose.