Top Notes 
Heart Notes 
Base Notes 
Rate
Collection
Classify
Notes09/23/2020
Pollita
Translated
Show original
Pollita
Top Review
46
Holidays at the riding school
When I was ten years old I was allowed to take my first holiday at the riding stable. In almost all my school holidays I spent at least one week on this beautiful, idyllic farm in the middle of nowhere. My parents were happy to have some peace and quiet. And I enjoyed the exciting time with the other children and the horses in nature.
I'll never forget the smell of this farm. A lot of grass was fed, which could be perceived not only in the horse boxes but also from the horses' nostrils. Mixed with the grass, the horse's nose always smelled to me like a mixture of honey, dried mushrooms and just this enigmatic green freshness. How I loved to sniff the nostrils of a dear horse. Of course, the stable also smelled a bit urine-y - that's part of it. After all, horses have to have a go. Sawdust was sprinkled there, which gave it a woody tone. When I went into the tack room, a fine note of leather mixed with the sometimes acrid sweat of the proud animals hit me. Also the saddle soap spread its characteristic smell.
Every morning we helped children with bedding. It was not a must, but I was one of the guests on the farm who liked to help. Afterwards there was breakfast and then came the exciting moment. The horses were divided up. I wonder who I'll get to ride today Joy or disappointment? There were no riding lessons on Sundays. Instead, a carriage ride with wonderfully decorated horses was on the program.
We often raged in the haystack. I remember that smell, too, as if it was yesterday. Somewhere in the cleaning box there was always a hoof ointment. It does not smell good, but should be applied to the cleaned hooves at least once a week to keep the feet of the four-legged friends healthy.
All the smells of the farm I sniff in Yogananda. I cannot tell which note is responsible for which impression. I simply have too little experience with this kind of scent. It's like being back there. The sun is shining, we take the horses to the paddock and confide our secrets. The first cigarettes are tasted.
Yogananda is certainly not a fragrance I would go out in public with. He smells of stable, tack room, horse's hoof, hoof ointment, and grass and hay. Spray it once and the holidays at the riding school with all the memories are immediately tangible again.
Many thanks to Can777 for the sample.
I'll never forget the smell of this farm. A lot of grass was fed, which could be perceived not only in the horse boxes but also from the horses' nostrils. Mixed with the grass, the horse's nose always smelled to me like a mixture of honey, dried mushrooms and just this enigmatic green freshness. How I loved to sniff the nostrils of a dear horse. Of course, the stable also smelled a bit urine-y - that's part of it. After all, horses have to have a go. Sawdust was sprinkled there, which gave it a woody tone. When I went into the tack room, a fine note of leather mixed with the sometimes acrid sweat of the proud animals hit me. Also the saddle soap spread its characteristic smell.
Every morning we helped children with bedding. It was not a must, but I was one of the guests on the farm who liked to help. Afterwards there was breakfast and then came the exciting moment. The horses were divided up. I wonder who I'll get to ride today Joy or disappointment? There were no riding lessons on Sundays. Instead, a carriage ride with wonderfully decorated horses was on the program.
We often raged in the haystack. I remember that smell, too, as if it was yesterday. Somewhere in the cleaning box there was always a hoof ointment. It does not smell good, but should be applied to the cleaned hooves at least once a week to keep the feet of the four-legged friends healthy.
All the smells of the farm I sniff in Yogananda. I cannot tell which note is responsible for which impression. I simply have too little experience with this kind of scent. It's like being back there. The sun is shining, we take the horses to the paddock and confide our secrets. The first cigarettes are tasted.
Yogananda is certainly not a fragrance I would go out in public with. He smells of stable, tack room, horse's hoof, hoof ointment, and grass and hay. Spray it once and the holidays at the riding school with all the memories are immediately tangible again.
Many thanks to Can777 for the sample.
34 Replies
Odysseus
