I caught her scent just after sunrise as she passed by me on the trail to Jemez Falls. She wore a Chimayo coat, battered 501s, hiking boots, and an old Nikon FG around her neck. Her fragrance was aromatic and somehow familiar: Rosehips. Thistle. Deep forest pine…
Then she was gone.
Three days later I saw her again at the farmer’s market in Taos. Same coat, same fragrance: Tall grass with wild tarragon. And… Spice, perhaps? I would have asked, but she moved on too soon.
The next day, hiking near Sierra de los Pinos, I was embraced by the scent once more. I turned in expectation, but she was nowhere to be found. Of course. This was the scent of New Mexico’s high country.
I was blessed to find Dryland Wilds at the New Mexico Artisan Market last November. Their talented perfumers, Cebastien and Robin, have perfected the art of desert fragrances using distillation, enfleurage, maceration and, almost certainly, incantation. They extract fragrances from locally harvested plants and blend them with essential oils to capture the desert’s true scents.
Nothing could be wilder or more pure.
(Note: This it not a sponsored post. Wilder Southwest has no affiliation with Dryland Wilds.)