At last, the throngs have headed home. To their families, across the vast valleys, bridle bells jingling softly over the snow.
Your brothers and sisters are here, in the sideshow's kitchen car, where you press your cheek to the windowpane, grinning as the barker's shouts still ring in your ears.
"Little Johnny Atom, a Mere Twenty Inches High!"-whose name is really Joshua and stands at a full 37 inches-leans toward the stove, roasting chestnuts he bought from a woman on a donkey-drawn cart. "The Prussian Giant!", born Henry Nickels in Dayton, Ohio, scrapes sweet, eerie notes from the strings of an old fiddle. Elizabeth, "The Armless Wonder Girl!", demurely stirs her tea, a silver spoon pinched delicately between her pretty painted toes. Sanjiv ("Only a Torso and Head, Ladies and Gentlemen-The Human Worm!"), expecting the birth of his fourth child any day now, puffs thick rings from his cigar. "What Is It-He or She?!"-you can vouch that her name is Rose and she is most definitely a she-sits writing a very long letter in a very tiny script.
Here, smoke curls from the little stove and tattered tinsel glitters on a spindly cut tree, as the train lurches on, rocking you through canyons and pine woods, miniature thatched roofs dotting the hillsides. Here, in this car, you've found a love like you never imagined. Here, you've found home.
Loves, this is the ***2010*** version of Big Top Train. It is VERY powerful, VERY spicy, molasses-sweet and nutty, and crazy complex. It's certainly not for the timid, but I was recently reminded that it's really quite amazing as a solid perfume. This will be the very LAST of Big Top Train 2010, available in solids only. I won't be creating it again.
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