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Plant Spirits
In iridescent glittering dark green the pond lies before you. Why you have come here, wanderer, you do not know exactly. It is hot and a break in the cool shade is welcome to you.
The scent of the plums that line the shore, so velocking. Nothing else you smell here but their blossoms. The pond, the grass, just a green breeze. You lie down on the shore, filled with quiet fascination for this enchanted, overgrown place. Silence, except for the soft rustling of the trees.
Closing your eyes, you breathe in the scent of the flowers that waft around you, entwine you, ensnare you, yes, captivate you. Light ,pale grey mist slowly envelops you with heavy, cold warm, pink sweetness. Sun-speckled flower smiles shine in fresh green. Heavy, so heavy your limbs gradually become. So slow and sluggish your mind. Shadowy in your thoughts, the old man from the village who warned you not to stray into the "nymph kingdom on the green pond". Too late, you suspect. You dismissed him as a madman and laughed. Promised to watch out, only to forget him, until now..
"Hardly a wanderer has ever returned". Too late. You open your eyes with difficulty. The light has changed. Fog everywhere you look, the rustling of the trees hushed. Floating figures, formed from pale haze. Flower spirits, clearer now. Dancing above the water. White-reddish iridescent garments of scent caress them weightlessly. Jasmine-white,
pearly iridescent, floating, long hair . Dragonfly wings. Bitter-greenish light. Floral-sweet beguiling floral scent, more and more, more intense. Slight nausea. Paralyzed, can't move. Will-less. then suddenly surrounded, center of soundless dance. Unearthly beauty around you. Ancient knowledge in cool, young faces.Natural innocence and deep abyss in dark green, glittering eyes.
Nowhere else do you want to be now, wanderer.
They draw you to them. Painful longing.
How could you resist.... The world becomes pink mist.
Softly it grows dark. Slipping into sweet scented sleep your senses fade...
... Of course, only a tuberose can do that.
Narcotic, intense, abysmal, to be enjoyed with caution. Here, it is pleasantly significantly mitigated, smells lighter, "nebulous". Soft and, yes, already somewhere seductive, together with other, fresher white flowers ( lily of the valley, jasmine ?).Those are nicely restrained in this fragrance and combined with a bit of bitter-fresh leafy green and grasses around ( whatever that may be for fragrances...), which brings a fresh, cheerful nuance to the fragrance and makes it seem more natural.As if you sniff a sweet-smelling flower on a meadow covered with dew. The tuberose initially gains more and more intensity in the course of the fragrance and settles down to a level that is just pleasant for me. Later, the scent becomes brighter, more jasminey, with really just a hint of synthetic bitterness.
Narcotic Venus is stupidly expensive, but highly concentrated. Sparing use is recommended here anyway, if you do not want to completely stun yourself ( and others) with tuberrose, as happened to the poor wanderer.
The fragrance reminds me a little of slightly gloomy, but beautiful Art Nouveau paintings with nature, or fairy tale depictions.
Mysterious, close to nature, innocent, abysmal, the synthetics cleverly hidden.
That's how I feel about Narcotic Venus.
No idea what their creations do with my synapses, Mr. Gualtieri. but at least they have once again animated me to sniff and write
The scent of the plums that line the shore, so velocking. Nothing else you smell here but their blossoms. The pond, the grass, just a green breeze. You lie down on the shore, filled with quiet fascination for this enchanted, overgrown place. Silence, except for the soft rustling of the trees.
Closing your eyes, you breathe in the scent of the flowers that waft around you, entwine you, ensnare you, yes, captivate you. Light ,pale grey mist slowly envelops you with heavy, cold warm, pink sweetness. Sun-speckled flower smiles shine in fresh green. Heavy, so heavy your limbs gradually become. So slow and sluggish your mind. Shadowy in your thoughts, the old man from the village who warned you not to stray into the "nymph kingdom on the green pond". Too late, you suspect. You dismissed him as a madman and laughed. Promised to watch out, only to forget him, until now..
"Hardly a wanderer has ever returned". Too late. You open your eyes with difficulty. The light has changed. Fog everywhere you look, the rustling of the trees hushed. Floating figures, formed from pale haze. Flower spirits, clearer now. Dancing above the water. White-reddish iridescent garments of scent caress them weightlessly. Jasmine-white,
pearly iridescent, floating, long hair . Dragonfly wings. Bitter-greenish light. Floral-sweet beguiling floral scent, more and more, more intense. Slight nausea. Paralyzed, can't move. Will-less. then suddenly surrounded, center of soundless dance. Unearthly beauty around you. Ancient knowledge in cool, young faces.Natural innocence and deep abyss in dark green, glittering eyes.
Nowhere else do you want to be now, wanderer.
They draw you to them. Painful longing.
How could you resist.... The world becomes pink mist.
Softly it grows dark. Slipping into sweet scented sleep your senses fade...
... Of course, only a tuberose can do that.
Narcotic, intense, abysmal, to be enjoyed with caution. Here, it is pleasantly significantly mitigated, smells lighter, "nebulous". Soft and, yes, already somewhere seductive, together with other, fresher white flowers ( lily of the valley, jasmine ?).Those are nicely restrained in this fragrance and combined with a bit of bitter-fresh leafy green and grasses around ( whatever that may be for fragrances...), which brings a fresh, cheerful nuance to the fragrance and makes it seem more natural.As if you sniff a sweet-smelling flower on a meadow covered with dew. The tuberose initially gains more and more intensity in the course of the fragrance and settles down to a level that is just pleasant for me. Later, the scent becomes brighter, more jasminey, with really just a hint of synthetic bitterness.
Narcotic Venus is stupidly expensive, but highly concentrated. Sparing use is recommended here anyway, if you do not want to completely stun yourself ( and others) with tuberrose, as happened to the poor wanderer.
The fragrance reminds me a little of slightly gloomy, but beautiful Art Nouveau paintings with nature, or fairy tale depictions.
Mysterious, close to nature, innocent, abysmal, the synthetics cleverly hidden.
That's how I feel about Narcotic Venus.
No idea what their creations do with my synapses, Mr. Gualtieri. but at least they have once again animated me to sniff and write
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