Top Notes 
French lavender
Bergamot
Heart Notes 
Egyptian geranium
Roman chamomile
Saffron
Base Notes 
Somalian frankincense
Pacific sandalwood
Amber
Cedarwood
05/01/2024
Spatzl
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Spontaneous, illegal techno party somewhere
The sounds become relaxed and calm in the very early morning. Danced through the night to the hard beats, now a blessing, this relaxed, delicate music. We let ourselves be carried, carried far away by the lavender tones wafting from the loudspeakers.
It's almost light. We're not a bit tired. Your gaze is happy and wide awake. Your face, your eyes very close and yet invisible through the smoke of the fog machine.
Away from the illegal party, the sounds audible, but far away, in nature, us in the hay, you chamomile flowers in your hair. Your gaze into the heart.
Hand in hand back, dancing, yes, swaying towards the morning.
Can no longer find you, you beautiful stranger, with senses all fine and tender.
Yes, there you are, beckoning to me... See you sometime, we'll meet again somewhere! I have a smile on my face.
An incredibly subtle fragrance. Almost transparent. Something forbidden, hidden. Lyn has switched on her fog machine again. With the scent of hay, chamomile and saffron, only perceptible as a medicinal trace, she conjures up something unreal, but very natural. The scent is clearly there and then again not. Sometimes I think I can detect Muschio's sumbul root, from Santa Maria Novella. However, this shadowy scent is not really tangible. Fascinating! Everything is fogged with white-grey, slightly sweet, slightly citrusy (fog machine) incense from Somalia. This essential oil stands before me. Completely innocent, unaware of what it is capable of.
I would have called this fragrance "White Smoke". (In which oud ruined everything for me. Now I am more than compensated. )
The mouth-blown bottles are of course a dream! And it goes without saying that such a fragrance is unisex.
Thank you ParfumAholic for this enchanting fragrance!
It's almost light. We're not a bit tired. Your gaze is happy and wide awake. Your face, your eyes very close and yet invisible through the smoke of the fog machine.
Away from the illegal party, the sounds audible, but far away, in nature, us in the hay, you chamomile flowers in your hair. Your gaze into the heart.
Hand in hand back, dancing, yes, swaying towards the morning.
Can no longer find you, you beautiful stranger, with senses all fine and tender.
Yes, there you are, beckoning to me... See you sometime, we'll meet again somewhere! I have a smile on my face.
An incredibly subtle fragrance. Almost transparent. Something forbidden, hidden. Lyn has switched on her fog machine again. With the scent of hay, chamomile and saffron, only perceptible as a medicinal trace, she conjures up something unreal, but very natural. The scent is clearly there and then again not. Sometimes I think I can detect Muschio's sumbul root, from Santa Maria Novella. However, this shadowy scent is not really tangible. Fascinating! Everything is fogged with white-grey, slightly sweet, slightly citrusy (fog machine) incense from Somalia. This essential oil stands before me. Completely innocent, unaware of what it is capable of.
I would have called this fragrance "White Smoke". (In which oud ruined everything for me. Now I am more than compensated. )
The mouth-blown bottles are of course a dream! And it goes without saying that such a fragrance is unisex.
Thank you ParfumAholic for this enchanting fragrance!
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