A Hundred Years Ago Perfume Oil

A HUNDRED YEARS AGO

Well a hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh yes, oh
Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
A hundred years ago

Well its Bully John from Baltimore
Well I knew him well on the eastern shore
Well it’s Bully John’s the boy for me
He’s a buckle on land and a bully at sea
Well its been a long time and a very long time
Well its been a long time since I made this rhyme
Well my old mother she wrote to me
Me darling son come home from sea
Well I thought I heard the first mate cry
That bleeding top main sheave is dry
Well I thought I heard the old man say
Well it’s one more pull and then belay

Well a hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh yes, oh
Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
A hundred years ago

A woody, sea-crisp scent, sun-blasted and creaking: green vetiver and ocean mist with a blast of elemi, verbena, and wild bergamot.