Aqualambara Diego Dalla Palma 1993

You were born in fire. Your body is pure plasma. Your elementary particles disdain the bond, are loners and electrically charged. And the light of your plasma is bright and blinding.
Your name is Mars, your life a single battle. The limit is your home, only in death do you find peace. That is why you are ready to take great risks.
Your life path is often scorched earth, the surviving green responds brightly to you, as protection from burning up in your presence.

When you love, your hot body loves. You do not know much about your soul. This abstract something within you, which has often tried to communicate with you, is a stranger, more a theoretical concept than truly tangible. Yet it has instilled in you a longing that your body understands in the darkness of its cells: Love is dissolution, merging into something greater. Trust.
If your heart could love, it would want to dissolve in the togetherness of love, flow away and emerge as an amalgam of both of you.

Your Y chromosomes desperately wonder: How to dissolve in love with all that material baggage? It is solid; to dissolve, a liquid state is needed! And while this self-questioning occurs, a provocative beauty enters your sphere. She sends you the answer via pheromone courier to your loins, and they know instantly: Erase! What is the point of miserable questioning when the blood calls?
And with the heating bodily juices, your sharp exhalations become increasingly penetrating, as if they wanted to prepare the ground for your pressing plan.

After the boiling of your cells, when you retreat from the boiling point back to normal operating temperature, in the bath of your still sharp sweat, it gradually dawns on you. Now, as the dragon fire within you extinguishes, you can feel it. A breath of love lives within you, sending forth delicate blooms from your leather loins, playing softly with your musk blood and caressing your damp forehead with dry, grassy, blessing rockrose.

You feel a deep trust in life, can surrender to this feeling until it closes your eyelids to a sweet sleep in the arms of your beloved.

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At the beginning of the fragrance adventure, gods throw lightning arrows that crash to the ground with aldehydic brightness. Immediately, green notes are present, which absorb and soften the impact with their counter-light. Herbal rosemary unfolds its aroma and brings soothing lavender into play.

After the storm comes before the storm. A fluid-sharp sequence takes over the fragrance space, swelling, bright, and with a dark message. An untamed will reveals itself, drawing me in its spell; like through a spiral, I land in its center, where nothing distinguishable occurs anymore. Only the clear feeling of no longer possessing a will of my own. Bright and dark roaring, and after a 'battle' of the bodies, the literally gripping sharpness retreats. Not entirely on its own, but with the support of pine needles, which take the speed out of the tornado with their green-ethereal tips.
The storm low 'Mars' (could contain ginger, not listed) is followed by the stable high 'Venus' with distinctive geranium in the transition, followed by sweetly shy lily of the valley, smoothing iris, and tender rose.

The returning calm deeply relaxes after this olfactory 'storm'. A feeling of trust arises and allows for a peaceful settling in a base that could hardly be more dreamlike. The animalistic notes of leather, musk, and amber come together to form a soul-somatic nurturing trio, creating a pleasurable resonance. This becomes finely woody grounded and increasingly tenderly rockrose-like over time, almost blessing.
The contrasting events remind me of an adventure in which one loses control and orientation. When that has been endured and one finds oneself back in their comfort zone, a deeply satisfying feeling arises in retrospect, one that is hard to forget - like everything experienced outside the comfort zone.
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This fragrance adventure was also part of a fragrance package from ElAttarine - once again, a thousand thanks!