...he said, back then, in the year the wall fell.
He, who was so tall and broad, so dark and serious and grim, who never said many words and made me a little afraid on that first day when I stood before him.
I had to look up to him, yet he never looked down at me, not on that day and not on any following day.
He had the stature of a bodyguard, the bearded wildness of a Hells Angel, and the soul of a small child.
He read Hölderlin and Rilke, his hands, worthy of a forest worker, touched me hardly more than a gentle flutter of wings, like the crawling of a young peacock's eye.
I liked his closeness, his calm and very thoughtful manner, which, it seemed to me, was unshakable by anything.
By no one and nothing.
Until the day he spoke those words.
I had no idea what he meant - not back then.
And I never saw him again.
"Alfa" reminds me of that man, of that time from the very first breath, which is bitter and a bit harsh, a bit strict like a clear, strong spirit.
But in the next moment, "Alfa" becomes warmer, resin and wood contouring on my feminine skin - fine, barely sweet sandalwood, just a hint, light and airy.
For a few blinks, "Alfa" hesitates, almost hesitantly, before stepping through the veils, deliberate, slow, without haste.
Birch tar, the great, dark, deep one, wearing black leather on warm skin.
It is often so loud, coarse and clumsy, if you don't know how to handle it, and yet also pleasurable, sensual, masculine in the best sense of the word.
Here it is gentle, soft and supple like wild leather, the strength reined in, the desire tamed.
For "Alfa" has not yet shown me all its facets, everything is still in motion, continuously flowing.
Bright-transparent, yet not at all cooler incense crosses with - thyme, possibly, but another sun-warmed herb would also be conceivable for me.
Now and only now they are united, those three protagonists that give "Alfa" its form, its character and - yes! - its very own charm.
Incense, sandalwood, and birch tar form a kind of trinity over the course of many hours, continuously shifting, sometimes bringing one, sometimes the other protagonist to the forefront, without ever losing the connection to each other.
A ménage à trois, powerful yet discreet, down-to-earth and binding - clearly a man, but not a roaring stag, not a testosterone-fueled alpha animal.
"Alfa" does not need that.
Close to my skin, "Alfa" preserves its expression, its immediate presence, enveloping me in an aura of transparent darkness, serious, yet not heavy, here and there illuminated by amber-red sparks, by deep golden-brown resin, becoming quieter over time, slower in its transformation, exhaling the smoke and the wood, until only black leather remains on velvety warm skin.
Falling in love is very, very easy.
PS: Yatagan - thank you!
Top Notes 
Ravansara
White thyme
Heart Notes 
Carnation
Clove
Nutmeg
Saffron
Jasmine
Base Notes 
Frankincense
Precious woods
Indian sandalwood
Oud
White musk
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Eggi37
Irini
Bosworth
Rieke2021
Jumi
Caligari
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Vlach
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