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SolisOccasum
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Still the wind tells a story
Recently I flew through France.
I had just fanned a storm and was happy to rush him into the vast barren landscape. The grey storm clouds piled up over the violet long rows of lavender fields and coloured them dark blue.
I swept and whirled through the sparsely overgrown plain, frightened the little grey shimmering wild horses and competed with them. I believed old dead wood, tore it up, whirled it around itself, then dropped it jerkily. Heissa what a pleasure!!!
The little fun ended at the rice fields.
The cloud cover broke open, the dark grey sky became azure again. The light distributed the rest of the shadows and made the colors shine.
Stormed. Thunderstorm!!
Somewhat uncouraged I brushed the small water plants and flew through the water channels. As the sky cleared, I watched the water split into trickles into the swamps and disappeared.
Now I whispered more quietly through the fields interspersed with rocks and suddenly heard the song of the Camargue.
A gentle buzzing reached my ear, beginning quietly, getting louder. Radiantly soft in its hardness. Ending in diminuendo. Still present.
The scent:
In the first moment incredibly creamy with real rice smell. The Adagio begins, but only lasts a moment, felt, because immediately the very citrically present bergamot appears jerkily and takes the helm. At first dissonant rather than harmonious. The rhythm changes and merges into allegro con brio. Another change. The sandalwood milk makes the scent warm woody. Balsamic. Andante begins.
The bergamot reflects on her exuberance and retires somewhat embarrassed into the row.
The appearance of lavender. Clear and somewhat spicy he sings along in the baritone. Always the bergamot in the background with creamy waves.
So many impressions emerge, alternate, build up in order to completely rearrange themselves. A very successful fragrance, which captured the character and the idiosyncratic charm of the landscape very convincingly.
Durability is top. Sprayed on at 16 o'clock, and in the morning still tenderly smelling creamy on the wrist.
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Conclusion:
No sweet scent. Not really soft. Rather creamy with tart citric fragments. Complex. Not always portable. A fragrance for the moment of calm and reordering after the storm. A fragrance with an idiosyncratic song.
The song of the Carmargue
