Roots of Earth Maienfelser Naturkosmetik Manufaktur

Here in the grass is the entrance, at the lemon grove. You are still surrounded by the glow of the sky and the lemons, the freshness of the leaves. Once again you settle down in the grass, drink 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 tree, you go in and down. Thousands of years ago, those who listened to the spirits walked this path in the forest and in the caves, even a hundred years ago, people knew this door to the roots of the earth from fairy tales, descendants of the heralds from the other world had gone into the darkness for help from drought and hardship. You too need help and advice now.

You close your eyes, go to the entrance in the old yew tree and slide into the trunk. It is dark here. Take a bag of ginger root, peppercorns and a leaf from the laurel tree, take grains of cumin, rub them together and soak them in the spicy oil of the bayrum leaf, you are told. You prepare the potion, give the spirits their gift and wait while the spicy vapors gradually envelop you, constantly repeating your speech in a chant. The fragrances refresh you too.

And then suddenly you fall. The spirits have taken you away, you have left your body. You fall thousands of years deep, thousands of fathoms deep. There you smell bitter nard and soft fine resin, fine smoke surrounds you, a holy fire, and a greenish wood. You fall and fall, you scream, you are terrified. The spice brew evaporates now, the nard, 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. Down 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 old yew tree. The spirit beings fan you with spicy vapors. You fall over and into a deep sleep. When you wake up again and crawl out into the light of the sun, you will know what to do.

Maienfelser Naturkosmetik Manufaktur grows many of its substances itself and relies on natural ingredients. They are known for the "Fragrances of the Bible | Maienfelser Naturkosmetik Manufaktur" with their strong resinous performance. The name Roots of Earth inspires me to take a shamanic journey to the roots of the earth, but the fragrance speaks a different language for me, I still went through with the concept because I wanted to.

At the beginning, I accidentally poured almost the entire contents of the sample bottle over my hand. It is neither an atomizer nor a roll-on, but a kind of stick for dabbing. So everything is very concentrated, but pleasant. First, fresh, mild citrus with lemon and orange leaf and grass. The heart of ginger, pepper, bay leaf, bay rum from the bay rum tree (not rum) and yew is reminiscent of a delicious dish with notes of clove and cumin. This greeting from fine cuisine remains dominant. The base develops warmly bittersweet with nard and ladanum, I can detect vetiver, but only very faintly tobacco and no cedar. I imagine a shamanic journey as a path to one's own limits, but this fine blend doesn't make you feel sick, not even scared. The journey to the roots of the earth is a well-tolerated afternoon trip, made easy, so to speak, if you like spices. I like them, have rather overdosed on them and therefore wonder whether the spirits' message to me is to cook Indian food again.