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Serenissima
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The art of fragrance weaving
"Listen, master of perfumes," said the ruler. "I intend to give a feast, to be crowned, of course, by a grand ball.
My charming wife needs a new scent garment for this - that's why I'm here!
But remember: nothing dark in colour, nothing heavy, nothing flashy or loud. But please also nothing insipid or boring.
My beloved wife is still fine and tender and dances like a feather!
Master of fragrances! Show what you can!"
The master of fragrances considered this task, even challenge, for a long time. Then he ordered his assistants to take baskets and jute bags and went out with them.
They roamed through gardens and meadows, fields and forests.
The containers filled with the most different things: Fruits and flowers, wood and whatever else seemed remarkable These treasures were sorted on the long wooden tables in the workshop by the helper with his skilful hands. While this was going on, the master was still checking his secret treasures in the old wooden chest: he kept valuable spices, oils and resins there. Fragrant treasures from another world!
When all this was done, he sat down at one of the big tables and thought.
Page after page he filled with notes, calculated, weighed, discarded.
The decision was made to use scents of white and yellow, natural earth and wood tones.
He would still think about the "certain something" during the practical composition.
Finally he closed the door to his workshop by himself and went to his scented loom.
He was the only one who could operate this one.
So he woven a prelude of bergamot, tangerines and various citrus notes; generously yet wisely added neroli and orange blossom scents that touched the heart and soul.
All this was still too empty: resin and wood aromas were needed.
The Non Plus Ultra of the top note was formed by sparkling, lively dancing aldehydes!
So far - so good!
A basket full of white-flowering beauties from the gardens stood next to the loom: they were noble and so absolutely feminine! Worthy of the wife of a sovereign! Thus, while singing softly, he interwoven iris and narcissus with tuberose and ylang ylang: oh, how that already smelled!
The royal rose was just as willing to submit to the scent pattern he had determined, as the always somewhat rebellious jasmine. (The boy could not deny his rural origin!)
Fruits, resins and wood, married with dreamlike flower scents now demanded something golden and valuable: honey was needed! So this fragrance became harmoniously round and soft, balsamic.
This still very airy fabric, however, urgently needed some grounding; it was too transparent, too fine.
Now it came down to the treasures from the secret chest: precious woods, oak moss and vetiver formed a first base. Cloves, sandalwood and patchouli brought spicy, sensual depth to the fragrance.
It already smelled tempting: but there was still a lack of eroticism, which should flatter the charming lady.
Warm, creamy, almost viscous vanilla was mixed with a few drops of bay rum, musk and beaver's horns were added. Oh, how beautiful! But the crowning touch was still missing: what could that be? Amber and civet form an incomparable conclusion here.
Here and there a little bit of touch-ups were made, until finally a fabric of great richness of scent and noble charisma was completed!
"Ysatis" is the name of the fairytale garment that was so wonderfully woven from these individual fragrance components.
A not everyday fragrance jewellery, which elegantly and sensually accompanies and entices.
Created by a master who loved women and only wanted to adorn them in the most beautiful way.
Long lasting and rich is this fragrance creation.
If no extraordinary opportunity should arise: "Ysatis" is happy to accompany normal days as well.
But even then: It's wonderful!
My charming wife needs a new scent garment for this - that's why I'm here!
But remember: nothing dark in colour, nothing heavy, nothing flashy or loud. But please also nothing insipid or boring.
My beloved wife is still fine and tender and dances like a feather!
Master of fragrances! Show what you can!"
The master of fragrances considered this task, even challenge, for a long time. Then he ordered his assistants to take baskets and jute bags and went out with them.
They roamed through gardens and meadows, fields and forests.
The containers filled with the most different things: Fruits and flowers, wood and whatever else seemed remarkable These treasures were sorted on the long wooden tables in the workshop by the helper with his skilful hands. While this was going on, the master was still checking his secret treasures in the old wooden chest: he kept valuable spices, oils and resins there. Fragrant treasures from another world!
When all this was done, he sat down at one of the big tables and thought.
Page after page he filled with notes, calculated, weighed, discarded.
The decision was made to use scents of white and yellow, natural earth and wood tones.
He would still think about the "certain something" during the practical composition.
Finally he closed the door to his workshop by himself and went to his scented loom.
He was the only one who could operate this one.
So he woven a prelude of bergamot, tangerines and various citrus notes; generously yet wisely added neroli and orange blossom scents that touched the heart and soul.
All this was still too empty: resin and wood aromas were needed.
The Non Plus Ultra of the top note was formed by sparkling, lively dancing aldehydes!
So far - so good!
A basket full of white-flowering beauties from the gardens stood next to the loom: they were noble and so absolutely feminine! Worthy of the wife of a sovereign! Thus, while singing softly, he interwoven iris and narcissus with tuberose and ylang ylang: oh, how that already smelled!
The royal rose was just as willing to submit to the scent pattern he had determined, as the always somewhat rebellious jasmine. (The boy could not deny his rural origin!)
Fruits, resins and wood, married with dreamlike flower scents now demanded something golden and valuable: honey was needed! So this fragrance became harmoniously round and soft, balsamic.
This still very airy fabric, however, urgently needed some grounding; it was too transparent, too fine.
Now it came down to the treasures from the secret chest: precious woods, oak moss and vetiver formed a first base. Cloves, sandalwood and patchouli brought spicy, sensual depth to the fragrance.
It already smelled tempting: but there was still a lack of eroticism, which should flatter the charming lady.
Warm, creamy, almost viscous vanilla was mixed with a few drops of bay rum, musk and beaver's horns were added. Oh, how beautiful! But the crowning touch was still missing: what could that be? Amber and civet form an incomparable conclusion here.
Here and there a little bit of touch-ups were made, until finally a fabric of great richness of scent and noble charisma was completed!
"Ysatis" is the name of the fairytale garment that was so wonderfully woven from these individual fragrance components.
A not everyday fragrance jewellery, which elegantly and sensually accompanies and entices.
Created by a master who loved women and only wanted to adorn them in the most beautiful way.
Long lasting and rich is this fragrance creation.
If no extraordinary opportunity should arise: "Ysatis" is happy to accompany normal days as well.
But even then: It's wonderful!
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