The Star and The Butterfly The Hitchhiker

~~The Hitchhiker is a ghost story and a radio play written by Lucille Fletcher. It was first presented on the November 17, 1941, broadcast on The Orson Welles Show on CBS Radio. In the story, a man, Ronald Adams, on a cross country drive repeatedly notices the same hitchhiker standing along the side of the road. Though the hitchhiker's appearance is non-threatening, Adams becomes increasingly disturbed upon inexplicably seeing him again and again alongside multiple roads across several states. Eventually, Adams becomes too afraid to stop his car and even attempts to run the man down in hysterical paranoia. After making a phone call home, however, Adams learns something that changes the remainder of the road trip and changes him forever.~~

Driving to California
“Six days ago I left Brooklyn to drive to California.”
perfume notes- sea mist, lemon rind, orange fruit, salty mist, and dense Redwood forests

Brooklyn Bridge in the Rain
“Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge that morning in the rain, I saw a man leaning against the cables. He seemed to be waiting for a lift. There were spots of fresh rain on his shoulders. He was carrying a cheap, overnight bag in one hand. He was thin, nondescript with a cap pulled down over his eyes. He stepped off the walk and if I hadn't swerved - if I hadn't swerved - I'd have hit him. I almost did! Almost did hit him.”
perfume notes- thick spring rain, wet steel, oakmoss, balsam wood, sandalwood, wet green leaves, and patchouli

Pennsylvania Turnpike
“It was on the new Pennsylvania Turnpike between Harrisburg and Pittsburgh. It's 265 miles long with a very high speed limit. I was just slowing down for one of the tunnels when I saw him standing under an arc light by the side of the road. I could see him quite distinctly - the bag, the cap, even the spots of fresh rain spattered over his shoulders. He hailed me this time.”
perfume notes- antique leather seats slightly cracked at the seams, cypress branches, crushed juniper berries, oak wood, cedar branches, and red currant

Southwestern Sun
“It was a perfectly airless, dry day. The red clay of Oklahoma was baking under the southwestern sun.”
perfume notes- red Oklahoma clay, smoldering sweetgrass incense smoke, dusty sage, and scorched pink primrose petals

Great Texas Prairies
“I was in the heart of the great Texas prairies. There wasn't a car on the road after the truck went by. Tried to figure out what to do, how to get a hold of myself. If I could find a place to rest or even if I could sleep right here in the car - just a few hours, get some sleep just alongside the road. I was getting my winter overcoat out of the back seat to use as a blanket, just as a blanket (Hellooo) when I saw him coming toward me (Hellooo), coming toward me- emerging from the herd of moving steers.”
perfume notes- dark red amber, amber, worn saddle leather, tuberose, and gardenia petals wilting in the hot afternoon heat

Old glacial Upheavals
“But now he didn't even wait for me to stop, unless I drove at eighty-five miles an hour over those endless roads. He waited for me at every other mile. I could see his figure, shadow less, flitting before me, still in its same attitude over the still and lifeless ground, flitting over dried up rivers, over broken stones cast up by old glacial upheavals, flitting in the pure and cloudless air.”
perfume notes- Vanilla snow slush, rounded amber stones with encapsulated insect wings, cardamom seed, warm white oak, laudanum, cedar branches, mountain ice, cognac, green apple and lemon peel

Lunar Landscape
“He was waiting for me outside the Navajo reservation where I stopped to check my tires. I saw him in Albuquerque where I bought ten gallons of gas. I was afraid now, afraid to stop. I began to drive faster and faster. I was in the lunar landscape now, the great, arid mesa country of New Mexico. I drove through it with the indifference of a fly crawling over the face of the moon.”
perfume notes- piñon fire logs burning low, smoldering ash from cedar wood, cardamom pods, golden amber, sandalwood, bundled dried lavender, and warm aromatic notes of sweet fennel, ginger, clove, and vanilla

Mesa and Mountains
“And so I'm sitting here in this deserted auto camp in Gallup, New Mexico. And so, I'm trying to think. I'm trying to get a hold of myself. Otherwise...otherwise, I'll go crazy. Outside it is night – the vast, soulless night of New Mexico. A million stars are in the sky. Ahead of me stretch a thousand miles of empty mesa and mountains, prairies, desert. Somewhere among them, he is waiting for me - somewhere. Somewhere I shall know who he is and who...I...am.”
perfume notes- Piñon pine, dry cedar wood branches, fir needle, crushed lavender and juniper berries

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