Ozymandias
NA Perfume Description
What is it at the beginning of all things that makes us who we are? Is it the breath within our blood that speaks to our hearts as we grow into adulthood? Is it the essence of our being that thrives upon knowledge that makes us all the wiser than the day before? Is it a Pharaoh that has everything and nothing at all? Or is it the hubris of our kind and how we continue into time while time remains a constant?
'User-maat-re Setep-en-re', or the Greek translation of the throne name of 'Ramesses the Great' - Ozymandias - is the depth of so many things within the shadows of ourselves. Desolation and disconnect a parallel in our day and age.
Read these sonnets and favour which you will - but within the realm of scent - we have envisioned a Pharaoh at his greatest and the scent of his vulnerability - something more beautiful than a statue of time - but a place within a moment in the heart of ourselves.
"In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place."
-Horace Smith.
"I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
------P.B.Shelley both he and H. Smith wrote their version of the great 'King of Kings' in the same magazine - in a type of 'contest' with each other - I've long regarded H.Smith as the darker of the two versions. My preference to the sonnet and the great RII - because even with a life as it is and its visage of death - Egypt remains at the beginning of man and RII is remembered despite the relevance of time.
Resin of Royal Sweet Frankincense, Languid Amber filtered through Royal Amber Resin and harsh-less white pepper essential oil.
Ozymandias is available in 5ml and in Skarab sample vial.
'User-maat-re Setep-en-re', or the Greek translation of the throne name of 'Ramesses the Great' - Ozymandias - is the depth of so many things within the shadows of ourselves. Desolation and disconnect a parallel in our day and age.
Read these sonnets and favour which you will - but within the realm of scent - we have envisioned a Pharaoh at his greatest and the scent of his vulnerability - something more beautiful than a statue of time - but a place within a moment in the heart of ourselves.
"In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place."
-Horace Smith.
"I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
------P.B.Shelley both he and H. Smith wrote their version of the great 'King of Kings' in the same magazine - in a type of 'contest' with each other - I've long regarded H.Smith as the darker of the two versions. My preference to the sonnet and the great RII - because even with a life as it is and its visage of death - Egypt remains at the beginning of man and RII is remembered despite the relevance of time.
Resin of Royal Sweet Frankincense, Languid Amber filtered through Royal Amber Resin and harsh-less white pepper essential oil.
Ozymandias is available in 5ml and in Skarab sample vial.
