Roots of Earth Maienfelser Naturkosmetik Manufaktur

Here in the grass is the entrance, by the lemon grove. You are still surrounded by the glow of the sky and the lemons, the freshness of the leaves. Once more, you settle down in the grass, drinking in the fresh aromas, the light, the blue, the rustling of the grass, the play of the insects. Now you want to take the plunge. There, by the ancient yew, you go in and down. Thousands of years ago, those who listened to the spirits walked this path in the woods and caves, even a hundred years ago, people knew from fairy tales this door to the roots of the earth, descendants of the messengers from the other world had gone into the darkness seeking help from drought and need. You too need support and advice now.

You close your eyes, approach the entrance in the ancient yew, and glide into the trunk. It is dark here. Take a pouch with ginger root, peppercorns, and a leaf from the bay tree, take seeds from cumin, crush them, and soak them in the spicy oil of the bay rum leaf, it was said. You prepare the potion, give the spirits their offering, and wait while the spicy vapors gradually envelop you, your address being repeated in a chant. The pleasant scents also refresh you.

And then suddenly you fall. The spirits have picked you up, you have left your body. You fall deep for thousands of years, thousands of fathoms deep. There you smell bitter spikenard and soft fine resin, fine smoke surrounds you, a sacred fire, and a greenish wood. You fall and fall, you scream, you are very afraid. The spice brew evaporates now, the spikenard, the labdanum, and the wood hold you, while you scream and fall and cry again. You cry, the vapors hold you. You fall and fall. Fear chokes you, you sweat, you can do nothing but fall. To the roots of the earth. And then you fly, you are light, back up to the sun. You are already there, in the stuffy trunk of the ancient yew. The spirit beings fan the spicy vapors to you. You collapse and fall into a deep sleep. When you wake again and crawl out into the sunlight, you will know what to do.

The Maienfelser Natural Cosmetics Manufactory grows many of its substances itself and relies on natural ingredients. They are known for the "Scents of the Bible | Maienfelser Natural Cosmetics Manufactory" with their strong resinous performance. The name "Roots of Earth | Maienfelser Natural Cosmetics Manufactory" inspires me to a shamanic journey to the roots of the earth, but the scent initially speaks a different language to me. Nevertheless, I followed through with the concept because I felt like it. In hindsight, I like to lower the big theme and thereby give it more lightness and wit.

At the beginning, I accidentally poured almost the entire contents of the sample bottle onto my hand. It is neither a spray nor a roll-on, but there is a kind of stick for dabbing. So everything is very concentrated, but pleasant. Initially, fresh mild citrus with lemon and orange leaf and grass. The heart of ginger, pepper, bay, bay rum from the bay rum tree (not rum) and yew makes one think of a delicious dish with notes of clove and cumin. This greeting from fine cuisine remains dominant. The base develops warm bittersweet with spikenard and labdanum, I can perceive vetiver, but tobacco only very faintly and cedar not at all. I imagine a shamanic journey as a path to one's own limits, but this fine mixture does not make one feel sick, not even afraid. The journey to the roots of the earth is a well-tolerated afternoon trip, almost made easy, if you like spices. I like them, I have overdosed quite a bit, and therefore wonder if the message from the spirits to me is to cook beautifully Indian once again.