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A house without walls and horizon
The quiet clatter of an aged projector somewhere in the room, dark brown images flickering blurredly fly forward, reaching no wall, no horizon, floating in sepia-coloured dust of cassiacimt, swirling over warm rotten mould, marzipan-like wooden flower masses of glue. For a few minutes everything is breathtakingly indistinct and dark.
Then wafts of eucalyptus mist creep, glaringly bright and cool they crawl where you think the ceiling of the room, pulsating clouds of polar white glow, like ethereal spirits, flickering roses for just a moment, sink to the warm rotting floor where wood and earth become smouldering moors, green flowering balsamic tart cistus mosses for a round hour.
Now the mists conjure up a lot of light in the grasses, which now appear in the shimmering veils, so for six seven more hours ethereal spirits waft in the vetiver, in the house without walls and horizon.
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"Ghost House" is a perfume that Jakobolino rightly described below as a great cinema for indie lovers, as the components listed in the pyramid unfold a fragrance image that is undreamt of for miles around. The warm, almost oppressive dark-brown chaos at the beginning is soon enveloped by an ice-cold aura of lightest Indian incense and its smoky distillate Choya Loban, under which the dusty, musty guaiac-patchouly base shifts first into the tart balsamic of rockrose and later more and more into ethereally sharpened vetiver. It was also interesting for me that the ethereal aura projects much more strongly (several hours of arm-length with only a small spray on the wrist) than the woody, earthy and green notes (rather skin-tight).
Anna Zworykina's arts have been described as "impressive" by respected scent critics such as Luca Turin. In the case of "Ghost House" I underline that
(With thanks to Caligari)
