I was up in the Piñon flats, gathering pine nuts. The wind was moving some storm clouds in, but the sun was shining, heating up the ground and the trees around me. The smell of Piñon resin hung in the air like a perfume, and as the wind picked up, I moved from tree to tree, picking pine cones and bits of resin. By the time I was ready to walk back to the car, my hands were completely covered in sticky pine resin, and the smell that hung in the air, of artemisia and juniper and sticky pine resin was all over me. Driving home to Los Angeles, I was determined to recreate that-- the fresh air, the heady resin, the fresh green tree smell, the desert, the wind, the sun, the elements. Here it is: Piñon flats in a bottle...
2oz glass spray bottle