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Rose
Benzoin
Heart Notes 
Patchouli
Amberwood
Base Notes 
Bourbon geranium
Pink pepper
04/10/2025
Ooonidda
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Sloping position in the rose bush
Yes, I'm not sitting in the bright June sunshine and enjoying the soft scent of flowers. No! After a peppery night out, in a fit of drunken recklessness, I have undertaken a sprint at a dangerous, alcohol-induced angle.
The lean angle is the result of one of those wild Berlin nights. Loud, crowded, fags, people, alcohol and dirt. I've had enough, I want to go outside, I want silence, let me go home in peace. Maybe I'll catch the first ray of sunshine. So now I'm staggering towards the joys of the morning, I'm overcome by the pure joy of life, the sunrise, the light tickles my eyes and the scent of roses tickles my nose from afar. Roses, YES!
I run off, through the park, in a sprint, I fly up towards this lush rose bush.
Oh yes, the incline.
I'm not flying. I fall in. Right into the bush. Now I'm lying here, smeared and full of dark earth, the thorns aching, the woody flower stems giving off their scent, especially where I broke them with my drunken carcass. Just like their blossoms!
Oh, the blossoms! Mmmhhhh!
Especially the ones that I violently squashed into the ground as I fell with my body. Perishing, torn and devastated, just like me, filthy, rubbed into the humus of this park, just like me, they exude a perfect scent. The scent mingles with the fresh roses, the ones I left alive, delicate, alive, fresh from the morning dew, crystal clear and innocent, gloatingly staring and smelling at me from above!
The lean angle is the result of one of those wild Berlin nights. Loud, crowded, fags, people, alcohol and dirt. I've had enough, I want to go outside, I want silence, let me go home in peace. Maybe I'll catch the first ray of sunshine. So now I'm staggering towards the joys of the morning, I'm overcome by the pure joy of life, the sunrise, the light tickles my eyes and the scent of roses tickles my nose from afar. Roses, YES!
I run off, through the park, in a sprint, I fly up towards this lush rose bush.
Oh yes, the incline.
I'm not flying. I fall in. Right into the bush. Now I'm lying here, smeared and full of dark earth, the thorns aching, the woody flower stems giving off their scent, especially where I broke them with my drunken carcass. Just like their blossoms!
Oh, the blossoms! Mmmhhhh!
Especially the ones that I violently squashed into the ground as I fell with my body. Perishing, torn and devastated, just like me, filthy, rubbed into the humus of this park, just like me, they exude a perfect scent. The scent mingles with the fresh roses, the ones I left alive, delicate, alive, fresh from the morning dew, crystal clear and innocent, gloatingly staring and smelling at me from above!
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