Vixen For Strange Women 2020 Perfume Oil

...stands an old stave church. Built of wood hundreds of years ago, it steadfastly defies the weather. The bars creak under the last rays of the fading autumn sun.
A light breeze comes up and sweeps through the undergrowth. Was that something? You imagine you feel a small animal sneaking past. Was it a hare or a fox? It doesn't matter.
You are captivated by the sight of the impressive architecture and you remember your last church service and the smell of the incense burner.
The solemn atmosphere, all the gold and the magnificent paintings on the walls.
This stave church is much simpler, but impressive in a different way. Built in the raw wilderness and in harmony with nature and the seasons.
There is a rustling in the bushes and you catch a glimpse of a small elk striding slowly and majestically through the undergrowth. From time to time, it is bathed in an orange-yellow light by the slanting sun. You want to capture the moment, but just as suddenly as the moose has appeared, it has disappeared again.