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Bergamot
Pepper
Galbanum
Currant bud
Heart Notes 
Iris
Jasmine
Rose
Base Notes 
Oakmoss
Sandalwood
Vetiver
Patchouli
Tofuwachtel
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Tofuwachtel
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A Slightly Bitter Note
lay briefly on her impressively herbaceous beautiful face.
She knew she had to leave this place. If not immediately, then certainly in the foreseeable future. Her senses absorbed it. Images, scents, thoughts. They would always be with her.
A spicy green lay over the light and clear citrus-like freshness that wafted from the fruit tree. Aromatic, gently shimmering, and also a little resinous. It seemed as if a delicate smoky nuance accompanied the fruity note as well.
She briefly slipped off one of her feather-light leather sandals and lightly touched the earth with her foot, which felt so gentle and warm.
Slowly she continued on. She perceived the scent of the blossoms. The herb was tall, had united with the flowers, and had almost completely overgrown them. It had always been this way. This is how she liked it. This play of fragrant colors with the harmoniously merging shades of green in various facets.
Her goal was the old, almost completely moss-covered tree stump at the end of the path. There, where all the scents converged, where all her impressions flowed together into a single image.
She sat there for a long time with her eyes closed. She felt the pulse of the earth, the spice of life, the colors of nature, all lying beneath the green mantle that she loved so much.
Even decades later, this place came alive when she thought of it. And she smiled, deeply attractively charming.
She knew she had to leave this place. If not immediately, then certainly in the foreseeable future. Her senses absorbed it. Images, scents, thoughts. They would always be with her.
A spicy green lay over the light and clear citrus-like freshness that wafted from the fruit tree. Aromatic, gently shimmering, and also a little resinous. It seemed as if a delicate smoky nuance accompanied the fruity note as well.
She briefly slipped off one of her feather-light leather sandals and lightly touched the earth with her foot, which felt so gentle and warm.
Slowly she continued on. She perceived the scent of the blossoms. The herb was tall, had united with the flowers, and had almost completely overgrown them. It had always been this way. This is how she liked it. This play of fragrant colors with the harmoniously merging shades of green in various facets.
Her goal was the old, almost completely moss-covered tree stump at the end of the path. There, where all the scents converged, where all her impressions flowed together into a single image.
She sat there for a long time with her eyes closed. She felt the pulse of the earth, the spice of life, the colors of nature, all lying beneath the green mantle that she loved so much.
Even decades later, this place came alive when she thought of it. And she smiled, deeply attractively charming.
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