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02/14/2021
Duftrebellen
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Of old book pages, mustiness, excrement & decay
Inconspicuous rises the outer facade of a library shrouded in mist. The architecture suggests the middle of the 19th century. Slowly but steadily, the inexperienced young man climbs the stairs - 20 steps later he finds himself at the gateway to the entrance. An old entrance gate, decorated with countless scratches, bears witness to a long and merciless time. Stories engraved with fingernails, pointed tools, or even knives & scissors suggest that this library has endured for centuries and will continue to endure for millennia to come.
The young boy opens the gate with a shaky but deliberate swing and finds torn, loose book pages fluttering lightly in the breeze of a broken window before his feet, only confirming what the front gate had announced: Impermanence, trying with all its might to overcome death.
Trapped in this juggernaut of dust, excrement of long-dead animals, and an air of bitter, fever-inducing atmosphere that makes one's breath catch again and again and again, the boy looks around.
Gasping from this barely endurable animality, he keeps finding the one tunnel between the smell that keeps him going straight. In search of the unknown. In search of something he has always dreamed of, but burrowing through countless clouds never had the opportunity to reach for.
A passion, a sense of happiness - none of it is tangible in this old library. He continues to rummage through old parchments with characters he is unable to understand. But still he is fascinated by these letters, handed down in incomprehensible language. The smell that comes to him each time he leafs through them promises nothing but this frailty of the past. That which once was tempts him to pause. To transport the moment of the past into the here and now. He tosses the rolls of parchment to the floor. The sweet, musty smell that is stirred up slowly creeps up his nose. A feeling comes over him. A feeling he has been trying to find over and over again. A spark of light, a hint of bliss - A flash in his brain twists that makes him grin.
Trapped inside himself in a building that connects the past, the now, and the future, he now knows, "I'm home."
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An excellent fragrance that beautifully depicts the scenery of an old abandoned library in all its musty, leathery, animalic & dusty facets. Civet provides the animalic - in combination with the woods - excremental character, which is by no means bad, but fits nicely into the overall concept. Frankincense provides a certain stuffiness that makes me think of rooms full of dust and mustiness. The highlight, however, is all the other scents that work in tandem to tell a story of old books, brickwork and loneliness. Truly the best library scent that will knock my beloved Memoirs of a Trespasser off its throne.
Heavy and unforgiving, the scent settles on the skin and provides a true spectacle for daydreamers and those who want to become one - you just have to go for it.
The young boy opens the gate with a shaky but deliberate swing and finds torn, loose book pages fluttering lightly in the breeze of a broken window before his feet, only confirming what the front gate had announced: Impermanence, trying with all its might to overcome death.
Trapped in this juggernaut of dust, excrement of long-dead animals, and an air of bitter, fever-inducing atmosphere that makes one's breath catch again and again and again, the boy looks around.
Gasping from this barely endurable animality, he keeps finding the one tunnel between the smell that keeps him going straight. In search of the unknown. In search of something he has always dreamed of, but burrowing through countless clouds never had the opportunity to reach for.
A passion, a sense of happiness - none of it is tangible in this old library. He continues to rummage through old parchments with characters he is unable to understand. But still he is fascinated by these letters, handed down in incomprehensible language. The smell that comes to him each time he leafs through them promises nothing but this frailty of the past. That which once was tempts him to pause. To transport the moment of the past into the here and now. He tosses the rolls of parchment to the floor. The sweet, musty smell that is stirred up slowly creeps up his nose. A feeling comes over him. A feeling he has been trying to find over and over again. A spark of light, a hint of bliss - A flash in his brain twists that makes him grin.
Trapped inside himself in a building that connects the past, the now, and the future, he now knows, "I'm home."
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An excellent fragrance that beautifully depicts the scenery of an old abandoned library in all its musty, leathery, animalic & dusty facets. Civet provides the animalic - in combination with the woods - excremental character, which is by no means bad, but fits nicely into the overall concept. Frankincense provides a certain stuffiness that makes me think of rooms full of dust and mustiness. The highlight, however, is all the other scents that work in tandem to tell a story of old books, brickwork and loneliness. Truly the best library scent that will knock my beloved Memoirs of a Trespasser off its throne.
Heavy and unforgiving, the scent settles on the skin and provides a true spectacle for daydreamers and those who want to become one - you just have to go for it.
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