Copal Azur Aedes de Venustas 2014

Transported back
it literally pulls me backward;
the monastery school in Aussee calls me to piano lessons.
Mid-July, it's even summery hot in Salzkammergut, now and then, indeed. The wing windows of the study are wide open, white batiste curtains on both sides, tied to the wall with cords.
They billow in the wind and I sit once again in the middle of the train.
Sister Paula, the terror of my childhood, I can already smell her, even though she just rushed over the threshold with precise steps. Bubble bath, brand Pine Needle. *ui; and
once with the stick to the left, then to the right on the ankles.
Dull, the reading of notes, when one suffers from trained dyslexia as a converted left-hander.
It smells clean, sparse - strict and feels that way too.
Very tidy, very controlled the scent, from top to bottom in a corset, played like a leaf.
The scent is stiff, somehow, so much summer breeze can't possibly blow, it's like looking through a window,
as if I held a glass marble in my hands, as if something inside were watching me.
From the first spray, I have the feeling that if I don't follow now,
there will surely be fennel for lunch as a reward. Spiced saltwater is already prepared in the monastery kitchen, I can smell it, but food is only served after polishing the parquet, of course.
Very strange return and always this artificial pine needle bubble bath note.
In the bowl on the side table, right next to the piano, lie a few white-tinted lemons and from the decanter right next to it, frankincense and myrrh (little incense sticks) - it wafts under my nose during the whole hour of torment...
incredible. Next to me Sister Paula, with the bamboo stick, neatly tucking her hair under the cap with golden hairpins.
The perfume must have been around for 40 years already...
I perceive Copal Azur as dry, hot, salty, with a spiciness that comes across as flavor-enhanced, slightly musty.
Head in the salt barrel.
Pine resinous, woody, sweet at the back, ohhh,
cardamom and tonka, it smells like banana to me at the back.
Since I can't imagine any iso, it must be calone,
which creates this maritime, for me dry-salty, fruity note..
through this resinous-woodsy charm, which also makes me think a bit of moss,
the familiar depth of the scent is explained to me - it comes across as chypre.

The base, where the salt unfortunately completely disappears, is too tonka-heavy for me..
almost buttery, I don't need the scent anymore..
If the base doesn't work, I can hardly...

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So a clear yes-no, or, better not;) at 60%, or so...
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A bit too much, a bit lush, a bit pretentious, affectedly sexy, in a strange way prim, strict. Sister Paula.