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The Wolf and I: A Little Story About Natural Trust
Méchant Loup? On the skin, the scent does not seem evil at all. A wolf? Yes, perhaps the wolf fits well. But evil? No.
My perception is different and it develops almost by itself, the longer Méchant Loup is on the skin:
Forest, the ground is cold and hard from a light frost. In some places, there are even thin remnants of snow - like powder - visible on roots and in the shadows. It is quiet. But a feeling keeps me alert. Am I being watched? I see the large dark trees. But it feels as if I can sense gazes upon me. Goosebumps, but not because I am cold, rather from tension. The heart beats faster, the senses sharpen, I suddenly perceive my surroundings much more consciously and clearly. In a millisecond, the thought crosses my mind of what it must feel like for a dog that receives an image of its surroundings within a very short time using its ears and nose.
And there he is. He looks at me. My heart races, thoughts race, and at the same time, my mind feels like it is switched off. I shouldn't look him in the eyes, maybe that would make him aggressive? He stands so still, there must be about 15 meters between us. I stand still, my legs feel numb. I couldn't run away, even if I wanted to. But that thought doesn't even come. We are silent. We look at each other. Slowly, my heart becomes calmer. I sense that he poses no danger. We are cautious, but relaxed. He slowly moves. His paws leave no sound, no rustling can be heard. He moves sideways, neither approaching me nor turning completely away. I observe him and capture this sight. This wildness and freedom. And then he disappears. Slowly and quietly among the trees.
I breathe calmly. The danger my body had sensed is gone. The wolf was peaceful; he would not have attacked me. But he was curious and watched me. Until we both understood in our own way that this forest is big enough to accommodate us both.
Méchant Loup would be MY scent - if I were a man. I feel that I cannot express the scent on my skin as well as a man could. It does not come across as it should and as it can. The longevity and projection are (typical for L'Artisan) unfortunately low, but I wouldn't even mind that, because the scent is too beautiful. Woody, but with a honey sweetness and a hint of nut aroma. According to the listed notes, there is no vetiver included, but I think I can smell it anyway. Seriously, I would spray myself with it until it can't be anymore - if I were a man...
My perception is different and it develops almost by itself, the longer Méchant Loup is on the skin:
Forest, the ground is cold and hard from a light frost. In some places, there are even thin remnants of snow - like powder - visible on roots and in the shadows. It is quiet. But a feeling keeps me alert. Am I being watched? I see the large dark trees. But it feels as if I can sense gazes upon me. Goosebumps, but not because I am cold, rather from tension. The heart beats faster, the senses sharpen, I suddenly perceive my surroundings much more consciously and clearly. In a millisecond, the thought crosses my mind of what it must feel like for a dog that receives an image of its surroundings within a very short time using its ears and nose.
And there he is. He looks at me. My heart races, thoughts race, and at the same time, my mind feels like it is switched off. I shouldn't look him in the eyes, maybe that would make him aggressive? He stands so still, there must be about 15 meters between us. I stand still, my legs feel numb. I couldn't run away, even if I wanted to. But that thought doesn't even come. We are silent. We look at each other. Slowly, my heart becomes calmer. I sense that he poses no danger. We are cautious, but relaxed. He slowly moves. His paws leave no sound, no rustling can be heard. He moves sideways, neither approaching me nor turning completely away. I observe him and capture this sight. This wildness and freedom. And then he disappears. Slowly and quietly among the trees.
I breathe calmly. The danger my body had sensed is gone. The wolf was peaceful; he would not have attacked me. But he was curious and watched me. Until we both understood in our own way that this forest is big enough to accommodate us both.
Méchant Loup would be MY scent - if I were a man. I feel that I cannot express the scent on my skin as well as a man could. It does not come across as it should and as it can. The longevity and projection are (typical for L'Artisan) unfortunately low, but I wouldn't even mind that, because the scent is too beautiful. Woody, but with a honey sweetness and a hint of nut aroma. According to the listed notes, there is no vetiver included, but I think I can smell it anyway. Seriously, I would spray myself with it until it can't be anymore - if I were a man...
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