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dry, hardly any shade, barren landscape, campfire, horse with leather saddle, hardly any opportunity to wash... Freedom!
Desperado. How appropriate!
This is the smell of wandering around the prairie for weeks on end, when the smells of horse, leather, campfire, desert, wood and resin have been trapped in your clothes and the patina from these smells eats into your skin over time.
If, like me, you are close to nature in its rather vegetationless, minimalist and low-precipitation form, you will find corresponding images in front of your eyes when you enjoy this fragrance. The beauty of a "stripped" "ungarnished" landscape, which reduces the senses to the essentials and thus allows the attention to stretch like an umbrella. The extensive absence of acoustic stimuli allows the scents to merge with the visible. I am in the southwest of the USA, the steppes of Siberia or the Gobi Desert in Inner Mongolia and the longing for these places is spreading within me.
The heavy, dark ouds are the basis of this loud and uncomfortable fragrance. The addition of cedar, bergamot, lemon and ginger is refined, but they do not have the power to change this unshakable base. You complement them by generating a pungent smoke, as we know it from sooty fireplaces.
The base of amber, sandalwood and tolu balsam is fortunately pleasantly weak. It only cuts off the tips of what would otherwise be burned or burnt too loudly. Furthermore, they preserve the warmth emanating from the potent ouds by beating them into a dry coat.
Finally, a shovel of wet dirt or peat is thrown into the fire through the guaiac wood. The resulting animal notes suggest the presence of civet and hyraceum.
Hans Georg Staudt once wrote a story about a fragrance in which he tells the story of a character who travels for months through the Orient and the steppes of Asia to collect raw materials for his fragrance creations. This figure appears before my eyes when I enjoy this dry, harsh and flowerless extract. For days on the back of his faithful companion through the dry steppes, at night in front of the campfire and only rarely the opportunity for extensive washing. I feel transported back to my travels to the areas described above.
Thank you very much for these bottled memories and longings. And thank you for adding the second character of your story to your masterpiece Pallas.
This is the smell of wandering around the prairie for weeks on end, when the smells of horse, leather, campfire, desert, wood and resin have been trapped in your clothes and the patina from these smells eats into your skin over time.
If, like me, you are close to nature in its rather vegetationless, minimalist and low-precipitation form, you will find corresponding images in front of your eyes when you enjoy this fragrance. The beauty of a "stripped" "ungarnished" landscape, which reduces the senses to the essentials and thus allows the attention to stretch like an umbrella. The extensive absence of acoustic stimuli allows the scents to merge with the visible. I am in the southwest of the USA, the steppes of Siberia or the Gobi Desert in Inner Mongolia and the longing for these places is spreading within me.
The heavy, dark ouds are the basis of this loud and uncomfortable fragrance. The addition of cedar, bergamot, lemon and ginger is refined, but they do not have the power to change this unshakable base. You complement them by generating a pungent smoke, as we know it from sooty fireplaces.
The base of amber, sandalwood and tolu balsam is fortunately pleasantly weak. It only cuts off the tips of what would otherwise be burned or burnt too loudly. Furthermore, they preserve the warmth emanating from the potent ouds by beating them into a dry coat.
Finally, a shovel of wet dirt or peat is thrown into the fire through the guaiac wood. The resulting animal notes suggest the presence of civet and hyraceum.
Hans Georg Staudt once wrote a story about a fragrance in which he tells the story of a character who travels for months through the Orient and the steppes of Asia to collect raw materials for his fragrance creations. This figure appears before my eyes when I enjoy this dry, harsh and flowerless extract. For days on the back of his faithful companion through the dry steppes, at night in front of the campfire and only rarely the opportunity for extensive washing. I feel transported back to my travels to the areas described above.
Thank you very much for these bottled memories and longings. And thank you for adding the second character of your story to your masterpiece Pallas.
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