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Notes02/14/2021
NuiWhakakore
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Mapache!
It had been watching him. All through the cold night, as he dreamed fitfully of adventures. Had crept up to the fire and rummaged through his pockets, nibbled at his supplies. Now it watched from a distance. The sun was rising over the mountains, bathing everything in its golden light. The smoke from the fire was just a puff in the cool air, scented with thyme and dark wood.
The figure in the distance stirred. It should have disappeared into its den by now, but it was curious and couldn't tear itself away from the sight. It would get up and wander down into the plain, and that's when a crazy idea flashed through the little rodent's brain: why not follow it, leave its ancestral territory and explore the wide open spaces?
It followed him the whole day. The landscape grew drier and drier and more barren. It was exhausted and thirsty, but continued to follow as if in a drowsy trance. The air became hot and spicy, fragrant with mugwort and basil. No more clear thoughts, just on and on. Filled with the smells of the prairie, new smells and old familiar ones, dry and spicy mixed together. So different from up in the mountains, new yet familiar. Now there was grass to run over, scorched by the sun yet fresh. The sun was sinking, the heat giving way to a pleasant warmth. Amber light heralded the night.
It was sure, back there, beyond the black band, would be the paradise it dreamed of. With its last ounce of strength it dragged itself onto the smooth plain, still warm from the day. No more grasses and no more stones, a relief for its battered paws. Was this already the longed-for paradise? There came a light, so bright and invitingly shining! It came closer and closer, the tape vibrated, and then....
...Ol' John had been sitting in his Mack truck for 13 hours, kept going only by caffeine and sugar, thundering down the highway. A brief thump in the steering, that's all he felt.
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I've been thinking for a long time whether to write anything else about Cowboy Grass, there are already great comments about it, but the scent deserves it! Even if the cowboy theme already offers itself whether the name, it definitely brews but no new cowboy story to it, there are already very good. The journey from the cool mountains to the dry prairie is but an imposing analogy, it describes the scent course but perfectly.
So smells Cowboy Grass as described above, fresh, woody, spicy herbs, dry vetiver and at the end some warming ambergris. 6 to 7 hours lasts the journey from the mountains to the plains for him or her, in this case, I think but rather for him. Who likes creaky-green fragrances, test!
And thanks to Good Ol' John Medianus, he couldn't possibly see the little guy despite being overtired, he's not to blame!
For once, here's the soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs8EdlomUzs
The figure in the distance stirred. It should have disappeared into its den by now, but it was curious and couldn't tear itself away from the sight. It would get up and wander down into the plain, and that's when a crazy idea flashed through the little rodent's brain: why not follow it, leave its ancestral territory and explore the wide open spaces?
It followed him the whole day. The landscape grew drier and drier and more barren. It was exhausted and thirsty, but continued to follow as if in a drowsy trance. The air became hot and spicy, fragrant with mugwort and basil. No more clear thoughts, just on and on. Filled with the smells of the prairie, new smells and old familiar ones, dry and spicy mixed together. So different from up in the mountains, new yet familiar. Now there was grass to run over, scorched by the sun yet fresh. The sun was sinking, the heat giving way to a pleasant warmth. Amber light heralded the night.
It was sure, back there, beyond the black band, would be the paradise it dreamed of. With its last ounce of strength it dragged itself onto the smooth plain, still warm from the day. No more grasses and no more stones, a relief for its battered paws. Was this already the longed-for paradise? There came a light, so bright and invitingly shining! It came closer and closer, the tape vibrated, and then....
...Ol' John had been sitting in his Mack truck for 13 hours, kept going only by caffeine and sugar, thundering down the highway. A brief thump in the steering, that's all he felt.
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I've been thinking for a long time whether to write anything else about Cowboy Grass, there are already great comments about it, but the scent deserves it! Even if the cowboy theme already offers itself whether the name, it definitely brews but no new cowboy story to it, there are already very good. The journey from the cool mountains to the dry prairie is but an imposing analogy, it describes the scent course but perfectly.
So smells Cowboy Grass as described above, fresh, woody, spicy herbs, dry vetiver and at the end some warming ambergris. 6 to 7 hours lasts the journey from the mountains to the plains for him or her, in this case, I think but rather for him. Who likes creaky-green fragrances, test!
And thanks to Good Ol' John Medianus, he couldn't possibly see the little guy despite being overtired, he's not to blame!
For once, here's the soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs8EdlomUzs
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