Top Notes 
Tobacco
Cedarwood
Indonesian patchouli
Heart Notes 
Oud
Myrrh
Honey
Base Notes 
Sandalwood
Ambergris
Musk
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Fluis Dream
It was the nightly veil of NA that carried me away to the land of dreams. NA is not an unprecedented dream, nor an unprecedented fragrance creation, but rather a reminiscence of very down-to-earth niche. However, I cannot rule out that this dream may one day become reality in the near future.
At Noctem Arab's sunset, I even perceive saffron. Otherwise, the twilight is a dream of Arabic spices. Patchouli contributes a little, cedar does not, and tobacco adds a bit. I cannot recognize the rest of the ingredients; it has already become too dark. But now the dark night allows me to focus entirely on the fragrance and to sink into the night with it, in a world where all people are equal.
Then NA takes center stage, and the night picks up speed. The sun has set, and the stars begin to twinkle. The lullaby has faded away. Nature can only be perceived as a shadow, while one is enveloped by an extraordinary fragrance. The wings of the night carry a wonderfully inspired scent towards me. There is something new in the air; although it is not brand new, the fragrance is no longer the scent of before. Just as one glides from a twilight state into the land of dreams, NA has suddenly transformed into a blend of Stercus and Black Afgano. With nocturnal certainty, NA fills my night in a world where it is the weightlessness of the fragrance that shows me the way. NA takes me by the hand and shows me its land, which I discover in its very individual form and learn to appreciate just as it is. I let myself be guided in my trance by the rhythm of the moment.
I must not leave out Stercus by Orto Parisi due to the myrrh. However, Fluis Dream is not entirely homogeneous, and the reminiscences are not yet over, for before the sun begins to laugh over the horizon again, NA releases that sandalwood that makes Blamage by Nasomatto so balsamic. Oud and sandalwood allow Flui to enter a new dreamland, in which he has already found himself.
I have long since relinquished all control; only NA guides me with a ghostly hand through the fragrant fields. The shadows here are also darker and less sharply defined. Somehow, the dream landscape is quite clear and yet not.
A strange connection of Black Afgano and Blamage, but who really has control over their dreams?
At Noctem Arab's sunset, I even perceive saffron. Otherwise, the twilight is a dream of Arabic spices. Patchouli contributes a little, cedar does not, and tobacco adds a bit. I cannot recognize the rest of the ingredients; it has already become too dark. But now the dark night allows me to focus entirely on the fragrance and to sink into the night with it, in a world where all people are equal.
Then NA takes center stage, and the night picks up speed. The sun has set, and the stars begin to twinkle. The lullaby has faded away. Nature can only be perceived as a shadow, while one is enveloped by an extraordinary fragrance. The wings of the night carry a wonderfully inspired scent towards me. There is something new in the air; although it is not brand new, the fragrance is no longer the scent of before. Just as one glides from a twilight state into the land of dreams, NA has suddenly transformed into a blend of Stercus and Black Afgano. With nocturnal certainty, NA fills my night in a world where it is the weightlessness of the fragrance that shows me the way. NA takes me by the hand and shows me its land, which I discover in its very individual form and learn to appreciate just as it is. I let myself be guided in my trance by the rhythm of the moment.
I must not leave out Stercus by Orto Parisi due to the myrrh. However, Fluis Dream is not entirely homogeneous, and the reminiscences are not yet over, for before the sun begins to laugh over the horizon again, NA releases that sandalwood that makes Blamage by Nasomatto so balsamic. Oud and sandalwood allow Flui to enter a new dreamland, in which he has already found himself.
I have long since relinquished all control; only NA guides me with a ghostly hand through the fragrant fields. The shadows here are also darker and less sharply defined. Somehow, the dream landscape is quite clear and yet not.
A strange connection of Black Afgano and Blamage, but who really has control over their dreams?
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