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Tobacco Pouch in the Apothecary Cabinet
My first consciously perceived oud fragrance. With heartfelt thanks to JonasP1.
I ask for forgiveness from the connoisseurs of ouds and their diversity if my description seems a bit naive, because it is ;-)
The opening is harsh, bitter-medical, and has its own charm - which brings us once again to a trustworthy, protective, and healing pharmacy. I would like to quote the statement from Soap, which wonderfully summarizes the impression for me:
“A decayed apothecary cabinet made of solid precious wood. Outside patina, inside medical residual aromas that penetrate the wood along the grain.” (I hope that was okay)
The pharmacist is my grandpa, and his soft-leather tobacco pouch lies in one of the drawers.
Sometimes I secretly go sniffing it. The aromas of tobacco, vanilla, and delicate herbal patchouli leaves wrap me warmly.
I lean against the old counter in the pharmacy and feel safe. The evening sun sends golden light through the windows as I wait for grandpa to pack his pipe, the pharmacy to close, and for us to go home.
Then I let myself be taken by the hand and stroll lost in thought beside him through the streets... and make up stories.
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.... like the one about a grandpa who was a pharmacist....
That’s not entirely true, but the scent almost immediately gives the impulse to paint childlike-regressive mood images of safety. I even like the turpentine-like intro. I can’t quite pick out the animalic notes, but they are probably there, and my nose is still too inexperienced.
An impressive scent for a wrist-sniffing evening... or preferably on a gentleman. Very nice!
I ask for forgiveness from the connoisseurs of ouds and their diversity if my description seems a bit naive, because it is ;-)
The opening is harsh, bitter-medical, and has its own charm - which brings us once again to a trustworthy, protective, and healing pharmacy. I would like to quote the statement from Soap, which wonderfully summarizes the impression for me:
“A decayed apothecary cabinet made of solid precious wood. Outside patina, inside medical residual aromas that penetrate the wood along the grain.” (I hope that was okay)
The pharmacist is my grandpa, and his soft-leather tobacco pouch lies in one of the drawers.
Sometimes I secretly go sniffing it. The aromas of tobacco, vanilla, and delicate herbal patchouli leaves wrap me warmly.
I lean against the old counter in the pharmacy and feel safe. The evening sun sends golden light through the windows as I wait for grandpa to pack his pipe, the pharmacy to close, and for us to go home.
Then I let myself be taken by the hand and stroll lost in thought beside him through the streets... and make up stories.
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.... like the one about a grandpa who was a pharmacist....
That’s not entirely true, but the scent almost immediately gives the impulse to paint childlike-regressive mood images of safety. I even like the turpentine-like intro. I can’t quite pick out the animalic notes, but they are probably there, and my nose is still too inexperienced.
An impressive scent for a wrist-sniffing evening... or preferably on a gentleman. Very nice!
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