Mayura Auphorie 2018

I was in search of the cycle of time. Vishnu had his hands full keeping his billion-strong entourage running, so he lent me his Garuda, something like the Concorde among the vehicles of the Indian gods. However, since he had to give up his feathers for the peacock plumage of Mayura, the glory was over. Like an albatross, Garuda slowed his landing approach onto the intoxicating flower meadow with his face, and we plowed right through a herd of Ganeshas, sweet jasmine, heavy ylang-ylang, and titanic tuberoses, floral narcotics that apparently grew on oak moss, as we slid through the soapy blossoms for a good half hour before we froze in park position.
I had already smelled the peacock creature for a few minutes. Proudly, it fanned its sweet animalistic musk over all the meadows, lustfully gnawed at a leathery snake, marked it with petrified excrement, and was beaver-like frothing with glandular secretions on herby-earthy bitter nard and brownish cloves. The death struggle of the snake lasted a good hour. This symbolizes the cycle of time, trumpeted the half-elephants, who turned with all their sacred hands to the spinning of incense sticks: wrapping petals around sandalwood, incense and moss for the soapy particles. I liked that better, as it smelled, over all that ambried animalism, at least still like an Indian shop. There Shiva smiled, showing me the way to Brahma.
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Auphorie produces fragrances exclusively by hand and in small quantities from natural extracts and raw materials. "Mayura" reminds me in its floral-animalistic opulence very much of high-quality fragrances from my childhood in the seventies. The peacock first dances expansively, later up close, proudly embodying the cycle of time for about six to seven hours.

(With thanks to Can777)