11/12/2019
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Your spirit gets used to the darkness of Aalachos
Do you see the old chapel there on the hill, the silhouette shadowy grey with the growing forest grown together? You are now on your way to Aalacho. Dreamwalking on a narrow path you reach the archaic site, you enter the cool little stone room.
Incense stands rigidly over bulky planks. You breathe the severe stinging of bitter floor wax, irritated by the cauterized ground mass of cardamom camphor, you dive the scorched hub of the grass into dark chaos under the ground of the wall. Minutes meandering in obscures lost, you do not know where long the journey will take you?
Soon the burnt earth changes, soon you swaying soft cotton wool, sometimes incense blows oily, then fine-grained and brittle, tobacco crumbles from noble cigars. As your mind gets used to the darkness of Aalacho, you will notice the streams of thick flowing resins running through the balsamic heavy sweetness of the sand of patchouli, the beaver horny taming to bare amber, dark red sparkling, iridescent like amber. Until dusk breaks, first go through the sanctuary forests of the wilderness of Aalacho and bed yourself on gentle musk.
The trip to Aalacho is as archaic as a light mushroom poisoning. Those who have made it through the breathtaking prelude (the cleaning agent, as Yatagan described it just as aptly as Ergoproxy by means of the floor polish taken up here) can expect a wonderful, dark, resinous and multi-layered frankincense scent with Cuban cigar tobacco sounds, which at no time is loud, well perceptible for about six to seven hours, has a calming and rooting effect and sends the wearer as a centaur through misty primeval forests. The latter with absolute certainty.
Incense stands rigidly over bulky planks. You breathe the severe stinging of bitter floor wax, irritated by the cauterized ground mass of cardamom camphor, you dive the scorched hub of the grass into dark chaos under the ground of the wall. Minutes meandering in obscures lost, you do not know where long the journey will take you?
Soon the burnt earth changes, soon you swaying soft cotton wool, sometimes incense blows oily, then fine-grained and brittle, tobacco crumbles from noble cigars. As your mind gets used to the darkness of Aalacho, you will notice the streams of thick flowing resins running through the balsamic heavy sweetness of the sand of patchouli, the beaver horny taming to bare amber, dark red sparkling, iridescent like amber. Until dusk breaks, first go through the sanctuary forests of the wilderness of Aalacho and bed yourself on gentle musk.
The trip to Aalacho is as archaic as a light mushroom poisoning. Those who have made it through the breathtaking prelude (the cleaning agent, as Yatagan described it just as aptly as Ergoproxy by means of the floor polish taken up here) can expect a wonderful, dark, resinous and multi-layered frankincense scent with Cuban cigar tobacco sounds, which at no time is loud, well perceptible for about six to seven hours, has a calming and rooting effect and sends the wearer as a centaur through misty primeval forests. The latter with absolute certainty.
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