Hayra

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Parfum Prissana

Hayra was truly lonely, perhaps because the pond where he was allowed to dwell had long since turned. The pond had become sluggish, a moldy brackish brew, the edges blurred in sweet mud, greenish woody champaca leaves, earth, and galbanum. Thousands of small soap bubbles frolicked on the pond. There was probably too little water in the moss, and now and then it smelled of sweat when larger bubbles burst at the surface from the depths of the puddle. Who would want to know what Hayra was really up to down there or what path the jasmine blossoms, which sometimes popped up with the bubbles, had taken before.
In the mud, a few remnants of lime flesh shimmered, which the neighbor's children had initially thrown at Hayra. They soon saw no point in it anymore. Also because his annoyance had subsided after balsamic incense burned at the pond for his comfort, sandalwood and marigold incense sticks, and the sack of cumin that was sprinkled on the lake calmed Hayra's scents. And then it was all Indian shop, amber, cinnamon, and benzoin threads, one liked to stay overnight in the smoked tipi, with Hayra, the spicy hippie.
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"Hayra" is roughly in the middle between Lomros' cumin-spiced soap "Nefer" and the goat farm "Homa." After a difficult green-animalistic start, it develops into a wonderfully balsamic spice smoke with cumin, resins, and incense in the foreground.

(Thanks to Shaking - for testers and the incredible trailer that could be filmed here)