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Applause! Applause...!
An aura of yellowed skin and fur scents hangs heavily over everything. Mixed with the sweat smell of performers who risked everything for a brief applause. Now empty is the small ring of a forgotten traveling circus, merely filled with the scent of stale life. The slanting, pale cool light of a gray winter day plays with dancing dust particles in the air, the remnants of past performances and vibrant life in the small circus arena.
Does this illusionary world under the circus tent still exist? An illusionary world that can awaken a deep longing in people, those who have been bitterly neglected by fate? In whose hearts a deep yearning for colorful exuberance pulses, for bright and cheerful radiance on the faces of the ring artists, which may reflect onto their own existence. A tiny glimmer at least, that makes their dark daily routine a bit more bearable for a short time. One that has the power to overshadow the sad reality behind the eternally cheerful performances, the rehearsed jokes of clumsy clowns, who make themselves small and ugly and cause their souls to weep for the amusement of their audience.
Yes, this world of cheerful illusion still exists. In our imagination, it has always been there, and it will always be there. For imagination is long-lasting, even longer-lasting than hope - it seems to exist outside of ourselves. -
After my first impressions of LCB, I had to rein in my impatiently judgmental thoughts so they wouldn’t gallop off with hasty conclusions about the scent. So I slow down my flow of thoughts and stay with my feelings. And those follow the now beginning performances on the stage of the forgotten jugglers.
The dusty stale air condenses into a curtain that unpretentiously takes a citrusy side. As if on cue, invisible illuminators send soft bright beams into the sky of the circus tent, in whose shadows dense, fir-green veils develop. Fueled by unknown buoyancy forces, they rise calmly but steadily, becoming greener, spicier, more aromatic, and balsamically denser, almost tangible. They seem to rise beyond the tent and reach in a larger sky softly shining and sensually alluring leather stars. They sparkle with green-gold-brown iridescent balsam drops that have dissolved like mist from a resinous vapor.
And this resinous vapor is a heart vapor, at the latest when lavender-blue powderiness joins it. This heart resin establishes an intimate closeness to the human feeling organ and does not want to give it up soon. An ascending feeling of primal trust ignites a primal warmth throughout the body and in the soul space. A primal warmth that opens me, that allows me to be at peace with my life, my being. This being I may never understand, but I can sense it a little, can feel it - as a boundary dissolution, an expansion of my everyday existence. And this does not approach the surroundings but rather engages with them, receives, absorbs, without judgment - open perception, pure feeling...
As the experience progresses, the radiance becomes close to the body, intimate. Yet it still has the power to invitingly penetrate clothing. The resin notes shed their edges, becoming viscous with a fine floral touch and green melt. This is yieldingly demanding, erotic, and androgynous. The roles remain open, the moment decides their attributions. An above-average longevity provides ample room for this.
Applause, applause...!
And I bow before this heart-pulling, yearning fragrance performance, which can still refine itself further in the encores!!
Does this illusionary world under the circus tent still exist? An illusionary world that can awaken a deep longing in people, those who have been bitterly neglected by fate? In whose hearts a deep yearning for colorful exuberance pulses, for bright and cheerful radiance on the faces of the ring artists, which may reflect onto their own existence. A tiny glimmer at least, that makes their dark daily routine a bit more bearable for a short time. One that has the power to overshadow the sad reality behind the eternally cheerful performances, the rehearsed jokes of clumsy clowns, who make themselves small and ugly and cause their souls to weep for the amusement of their audience.
Yes, this world of cheerful illusion still exists. In our imagination, it has always been there, and it will always be there. For imagination is long-lasting, even longer-lasting than hope - it seems to exist outside of ourselves. -
After my first impressions of LCB, I had to rein in my impatiently judgmental thoughts so they wouldn’t gallop off with hasty conclusions about the scent. So I slow down my flow of thoughts and stay with my feelings. And those follow the now beginning performances on the stage of the forgotten jugglers.
The dusty stale air condenses into a curtain that unpretentiously takes a citrusy side. As if on cue, invisible illuminators send soft bright beams into the sky of the circus tent, in whose shadows dense, fir-green veils develop. Fueled by unknown buoyancy forces, they rise calmly but steadily, becoming greener, spicier, more aromatic, and balsamically denser, almost tangible. They seem to rise beyond the tent and reach in a larger sky softly shining and sensually alluring leather stars. They sparkle with green-gold-brown iridescent balsam drops that have dissolved like mist from a resinous vapor.
And this resinous vapor is a heart vapor, at the latest when lavender-blue powderiness joins it. This heart resin establishes an intimate closeness to the human feeling organ and does not want to give it up soon. An ascending feeling of primal trust ignites a primal warmth throughout the body and in the soul space. A primal warmth that opens me, that allows me to be at peace with my life, my being. This being I may never understand, but I can sense it a little, can feel it - as a boundary dissolution, an expansion of my everyday existence. And this does not approach the surroundings but rather engages with them, receives, absorbs, without judgment - open perception, pure feeling...
As the experience progresses, the radiance becomes close to the body, intimate. Yet it still has the power to invitingly penetrate clothing. The resin notes shed their edges, becoming viscous with a fine floral touch and green melt. This is yieldingly demanding, erotic, and androgynous. The roles remain open, the moment decides their attributions. An above-average longevity provides ample room for this.
Applause, applause...!
And I bow before this heart-pulling, yearning fragrance performance, which can still refine itself further in the encores!!
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