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A forest of pines and pistachios
Vito woke up because something fell out of the picture on his wall in the middle of the night. Pine cones tumbled onto his parquet floor. He didn't feel like wondering yet and wanted to roll over again, but the sun was just coming up in the painting and with the light on, Vito just couldn't sleep. Today there was forest on the mural and as the warm rays shone on the needles Vito saw them begin to dance, to pop and burst with ethereal resins and how northern lights shone brightly into the room with the pearls of mastic pistachios. Their shrubs hung like hands over the edge of the picture, had scattered the bright resins like the finest grains into the bower, which was filled with intense nutty spice and the green glow of boreal woods.
Soon, balsamic clouds of incense drifted through the resinous bark of the trees, fine reddish-brown threads flooded the room, mingled with the mastic, and then slowly sank to the floor. Now Vito looked down from his bed at the warm-spiced clouds as they revealed more and more of the mossy forest floor after the rain, the charcoals of the extinguished fires on the earth in his room. Then darkness fell again and Vito crawled into his pillows. They still smelled of coniferous forest, of pine and pistachio.
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Dawn Spencer Hurwitz, of North Boulder, Colorado, moves her fragrances in the fluid borderlands between perfumes, bespoke, aromatherapy, and collaborations with artists. "Sweet Pine Tar" wanders from essential needles to long present mastic resins, through balsamic clouds of incense down into charcoal on damp forest floor mixed with labdanum. It is moderately to skin-tinglingly present for about five to seven hours.
(With thanks to Bloodxclat)
Soon, balsamic clouds of incense drifted through the resinous bark of the trees, fine reddish-brown threads flooded the room, mingled with the mastic, and then slowly sank to the floor. Now Vito looked down from his bed at the warm-spiced clouds as they revealed more and more of the mossy forest floor after the rain, the charcoals of the extinguished fires on the earth in his room. Then darkness fell again and Vito crawled into his pillows. They still smelled of coniferous forest, of pine and pistachio.
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Dawn Spencer Hurwitz, of North Boulder, Colorado, moves her fragrances in the fluid borderlands between perfumes, bespoke, aromatherapy, and collaborations with artists. "Sweet Pine Tar" wanders from essential needles to long present mastic resins, through balsamic clouds of incense down into charcoal on damp forest floor mixed with labdanum. It is moderately to skin-tinglingly present for about five to seven hours.
(With thanks to Bloodxclat)
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