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Memories of ages long past
The other day in the museum a special exhibition about the Neanderthal was offered. This included on request a guided tour and so I let myself be sprinkled with pleasure what the program concerned. Replicas of furred hunters with archaic spears were to be admired, wild creatures - not only the Neanderthals. I have always been fascinated by the roughness of ages long past, somewhere also by the roughness of nature, the wildly growing tall grass for example. The special thing about this guided tour was that it also included smells. Thus, a sweetish, intense grass smell emerged from the scenery: vetiver. Even if this was not necessarily authentic regionally, the versatility of this plant was certainly impressive.
"...and so here we found mysterious cave paintings recorded by a tribe of Neanderthals, which had been ruled by the so-called Tree King and died out with his demise after his reign ended. Tragic circumstances led to this."
"What happened?"
"Well, this particular tribe had to wait to mate until the chief had mated and offspring had been born. Unfortunately, the chief - a floid, according to the inscription - suffered from dendrophilia. So there were no offspring."
"That...is strange..."
"Yes, they even tried women dressed as trees but Floid noticed this. It's a great pity because in his time, these people were considered the people of perfume arts. So they also created this, what you perceive olfactorily here, extracted from an ancient bottle."
Interested, I inhaled thoughtfully. It smelled of lush vetiver fields, yet not harsh. Rather, slightly smoky and juicy. As if some of the vetiver had been used as incense, and that whiff was now catching in vetivers anchored in the ground and slightly damp. This breeze, this counterpart to the sacred incense, drifts on and on, impressions of animal-skin-clad hunters and men scarred by hunting in the harsh wilderness breaking through cerebrally. The vetiver seems to shine and even if many other ingredients resonate, the center forms only this useful plant.
Slightly peppery it seems now, somehow sublimely tangy, very distinguished. The freshness also seems to be evoked by the eucalyptus, which was certainly very strange at the time. This tree-loving chief must have had extravagant sources in his day.
"You seem to be really stuck in scent, young man!" said the lady who was leading the tour.
"Yes...indeed. This fragrance is extraordinary. How is it even possible that people know about it nowadays? In the cave paintings, all I see is a man with a crown who seems to be cuddling with trees. And more but fortunately that is not recorded in detail."
"Well, as far as we can reconstruct, the tribesmen seem to have created four different scents, created by this Floid. These got everywhere by mixing with other tribes of Neanderthals. Thus one found with remains of skeletons not rarely beside the stony spearhead also stony, partly still sealed flask-similar vessels. These contained scents or reminiscences, remnants of those very scents. Fascinating, isn't it?"
"And how. And how...."
So I reveled in the development of this scent, which became more and more incense, acting ambivalently at this which was now also due to added, smoky resins. Depth was gained by the scent of moss-covered woods of different tree species. In such mixed forests this tree friend was at home, the previously discreetly scented fur already took on the olfactory green. Everything became forest and one became Floid(?).
"...and so here we found mysterious cave paintings recorded by a tribe of Neanderthals, which had been ruled by the so-called Tree King and died out with his demise after his reign ended. Tragic circumstances led to this."
"What happened?"
"Well, this particular tribe had to wait to mate until the chief had mated and offspring had been born. Unfortunately, the chief - a floid, according to the inscription - suffered from dendrophilia. So there were no offspring."
"That...is strange..."
"Yes, they even tried women dressed as trees but Floid noticed this. It's a great pity because in his time, these people were considered the people of perfume arts. So they also created this, what you perceive olfactorily here, extracted from an ancient bottle."
Interested, I inhaled thoughtfully. It smelled of lush vetiver fields, yet not harsh. Rather, slightly smoky and juicy. As if some of the vetiver had been used as incense, and that whiff was now catching in vetivers anchored in the ground and slightly damp. This breeze, this counterpart to the sacred incense, drifts on and on, impressions of animal-skin-clad hunters and men scarred by hunting in the harsh wilderness breaking through cerebrally. The vetiver seems to shine and even if many other ingredients resonate, the center forms only this useful plant.
Slightly peppery it seems now, somehow sublimely tangy, very distinguished. The freshness also seems to be evoked by the eucalyptus, which was certainly very strange at the time. This tree-loving chief must have had extravagant sources in his day.
"You seem to be really stuck in scent, young man!" said the lady who was leading the tour.
"Yes...indeed. This fragrance is extraordinary. How is it even possible that people know about it nowadays? In the cave paintings, all I see is a man with a crown who seems to be cuddling with trees. And more but fortunately that is not recorded in detail."
"Well, as far as we can reconstruct, the tribesmen seem to have created four different scents, created by this Floid. These got everywhere by mixing with other tribes of Neanderthals. Thus one found with remains of skeletons not rarely beside the stony spearhead also stony, partly still sealed flask-similar vessels. These contained scents or reminiscences, remnants of those very scents. Fascinating, isn't it?"
"And how. And how...."
So I reveled in the development of this scent, which became more and more incense, acting ambivalently at this which was now also due to added, smoky resins. Depth was gained by the scent of moss-covered woods of different tree species. In such mixed forests this tree friend was at home, the previously discreetly scented fur already took on the olfactory green. Everything became forest and one became Floid(?).
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