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The Demon of Hypnagogic Illusion
Then it is dark. You sink deeper into the straw of your sleeping place, the resinous sheet in the barren chamber. You breathe in the scent of dark chocolate, still warm, poured over fermenting fruits that someone placed on your nightstand. It smelled of the smoke from the kitchen flames as you tiredly devoured it for sleep, then everything became a confused cotton, your eyes turned to stone as the room still spun.
Now the smoke glimmers like from tobacco leaves, the edges sharp green, like from damp grasses, you feel the presence of animalistic beings and hallucinate flowers, fleshy and waxy, growing on green spices. Over everything lies a fog that intoxicates the senses, the resins, the wood smoke, the chocolate liqueur. Is this all just a strange dream, or is an incubus present, a demon?
Now the damp meadows are on fire, the fruits, the flowers, the spices are scorching, smoke billows through the room in ethereal sharpness, rain hisses as it extinguishes the smoldering ash and washes the thoughts, the vivid dreams into moist, green, burnt earth.
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With "Incubus," Nikolay Eremin created a dynamic scent image that remarkably does justice to its theme. The demon of hypnagogic illusion, who mates with a sleeping woman at night without her noticing, initially captivates with a strong yet incredibly balanced blend of resins, bitter chocolate liqueur, tobacco, and wood smoke, which soon gives way to slightly animalistic musk, a waxy-fleshy tuberose, and bitter spices. Vetiver provides sharp contours, appearing both smoky and damp. After about an hour, one truly believes in the presence of the incubus, as the smoke and ash seem so ethereal, almost sulfurous in a positive sense. The visitation fades after about six hours into earthier tones.
(With thanks to Chizza)
Now the smoke glimmers like from tobacco leaves, the edges sharp green, like from damp grasses, you feel the presence of animalistic beings and hallucinate flowers, fleshy and waxy, growing on green spices. Over everything lies a fog that intoxicates the senses, the resins, the wood smoke, the chocolate liqueur. Is this all just a strange dream, or is an incubus present, a demon?
Now the damp meadows are on fire, the fruits, the flowers, the spices are scorching, smoke billows through the room in ethereal sharpness, rain hisses as it extinguishes the smoldering ash and washes the thoughts, the vivid dreams into moist, green, burnt earth.
**
With "Incubus," Nikolay Eremin created a dynamic scent image that remarkably does justice to its theme. The demon of hypnagogic illusion, who mates with a sleeping woman at night without her noticing, initially captivates with a strong yet incredibly balanced blend of resins, bitter chocolate liqueur, tobacco, and wood smoke, which soon gives way to slightly animalistic musk, a waxy-fleshy tuberose, and bitter spices. Vetiver provides sharp contours, appearing both smoky and damp. After about an hour, one truly believes in the presence of the incubus, as the smoke and ash seem so ethereal, almost sulfurous in a positive sense. The visitation fades after about six hours into earthier tones.
(With thanks to Chizza)
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