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The city of light
A tiny spray only.
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
I am back. I am back in that place where I was eleven years ago. The place whose impressions I had locked deep in my heart. Memories that I am not able to awaken in the hectic everyday life. With just a spray I'm back, oh Kashi, you city of light.
I remember the smells of incense on every corner, the scent of the sultry air, the smells of the colorful market stalls mixed with spices from every alley. Add to this the scents from the temples with their holy offerings of sweets, flowers, rice and milk. The melange mingles with ever-changing scents. Chai is added and the designated smoky smell of the ghats during the burnings. In the evening I sit in the garden, the sun has long since set, there is no twilight, no warning that the day is drawing to a close. Just as little is there a preparation for this olfactory experience, which I review sitting in this garden. A garden full of jasmine blossoms that begin to give off their scent only at dusk. This clear, intense fragrance grounds me, everything relaxes, the hustle and bustle of the day fades away, everything suddenly seems far away, penetrates only dully to me. I arrive at me in the "so far way".
I close my eyes.
I breathe in deeply.
At this moment I want to stay forever in this very garden in "my" city of light. Oh Kashi, you beautiful, you wild, you holy.
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I can add little more to this fragrance other than my true scent experience. But one thing I would like to note is that it is the most authentic jasmine fragrance I have ever encountered. Exactly how it smells at dusk in India in the sultry air of a garden. Dreamlike.
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
I am back. I am back in that place where I was eleven years ago. The place whose impressions I had locked deep in my heart. Memories that I am not able to awaken in the hectic everyday life. With just a spray I'm back, oh Kashi, you city of light.
I remember the smells of incense on every corner, the scent of the sultry air, the smells of the colorful market stalls mixed with spices from every alley. Add to this the scents from the temples with their holy offerings of sweets, flowers, rice and milk. The melange mingles with ever-changing scents. Chai is added and the designated smoky smell of the ghats during the burnings. In the evening I sit in the garden, the sun has long since set, there is no twilight, no warning that the day is drawing to a close. Just as little is there a preparation for this olfactory experience, which I review sitting in this garden. A garden full of jasmine blossoms that begin to give off their scent only at dusk. This clear, intense fragrance grounds me, everything relaxes, the hustle and bustle of the day fades away, everything suddenly seems far away, penetrates only dully to me. I arrive at me in the "so far way".
I close my eyes.
I breathe in deeply.
At this moment I want to stay forever in this very garden in "my" city of light. Oh Kashi, you beautiful, you wild, you holy.
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I can add little more to this fragrance other than my true scent experience. But one thing I would like to note is that it is the most authentic jasmine fragrance I have ever encountered. Exactly how it smells at dusk in India in the sultry air of a garden. Dreamlike.
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