Top Notes 
Rose
Apricot
Bergamot
Heart Notes 
Blackcurrant bud
Jasmine
Cardamom
Base Notes 
Cistus
Sandalwood
Patchouli
Oakmoss
12/30/2024
Skydiver19
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Rose ride on Pegasus
Dab, sniff, eyes up, eyelids closed - here comes the rose! And in 3D! You are immediately standing in the middle of a wild, uncastrated, ripe flower. It is rich pink - no, rather pink, and exudes its essence as if there were no tomorrow. It is neither loud, nor soapy, as some might fear, nor sweet - it is simply an originally full fragrance that beams at me here.
At the beginning, the fragrance rides on a shimmering ray of light, what am I saying: it gallops! It is dewy and sparkling, and off it goes into the fullness of life. It's a fine ride, my hair is flying, I lift my weight out of the wild rose saddle and the thing beneath me seems to want to take off. And I am so ready...
Soon the flight with Pegasus changes to a more leisurely canter gallop. And now the scent environment, which has now changed beyond my perception, reaches me again. The color has changed to a deep warm crimson, and the petals begin to close over my head. It becomes very intimate here, the velvety softness of the petals touches me almost physically.
It's not just Pegasus who is now gathering his wings to lie down, time also seems to slow down. Everything may now come to rest, but not in silence, rather in eager anticipation of what else may emerge from the subtle movements in the fragrance cosmos.
And the calm gives birth to a dark-fruit fairy who carefully drapes a transparent robe over everything, gradually blurring the boundaries of the known world. The dark fairy realm takes over space and me. A new world rises from the depths of the now purple-black blossom - or do I descend to it? -
Dormant time expands, seems to swallow everything, to want to absorb it. What initially appears as a sleepy twilight now opens up to the viewer and invites him to approach its mystery.
Not everything is revealed, nothing really - just a feeling, a vague sense of ... no, it is not tangible, not graspable in concepts. For the mind it is only dark here, but for the senses there seem to be small hairline cracks in the curtain that suggest an unreal, bright space behind it. And which he wants to explore carefully.
But as he gets closer to the interface between the worlds, the desire to explore it disappears, transforming into a simple, peaceful existence...
And here my feet feel the mossy soft earth, which smells delicately of sandalwood and is overgrown with blooming cistus. The happiness of this earth delicately reveals itself to my supporting foundation and caresses every single toe.
It also remains rosy in the base, no longer wildly playful, but settled and serious. However, nothing more needs to be done or achieved. It is enough to simply look at life and enjoy the exchange of experiences between the dewdrops of the moss and the roses.
At the beginning, the fragrance rides on a shimmering ray of light, what am I saying: it gallops! It is dewy and sparkling, and off it goes into the fullness of life. It's a fine ride, my hair is flying, I lift my weight out of the wild rose saddle and the thing beneath me seems to want to take off. And I am so ready...
Soon the flight with Pegasus changes to a more leisurely canter gallop. And now the scent environment, which has now changed beyond my perception, reaches me again. The color has changed to a deep warm crimson, and the petals begin to close over my head. It becomes very intimate here, the velvety softness of the petals touches me almost physically.
It's not just Pegasus who is now gathering his wings to lie down, time also seems to slow down. Everything may now come to rest, but not in silence, rather in eager anticipation of what else may emerge from the subtle movements in the fragrance cosmos.
And the calm gives birth to a dark-fruit fairy who carefully drapes a transparent robe over everything, gradually blurring the boundaries of the known world. The dark fairy realm takes over space and me. A new world rises from the depths of the now purple-black blossom - or do I descend to it? -
Dormant time expands, seems to swallow everything, to want to absorb it. What initially appears as a sleepy twilight now opens up to the viewer and invites him to approach its mystery.
Not everything is revealed, nothing really - just a feeling, a vague sense of ... no, it is not tangible, not graspable in concepts. For the mind it is only dark here, but for the senses there seem to be small hairline cracks in the curtain that suggest an unreal, bright space behind it. And which he wants to explore carefully.
But as he gets closer to the interface between the worlds, the desire to explore it disappears, transforming into a simple, peaceful existence...
And here my feet feel the mossy soft earth, which smells delicately of sandalwood and is overgrown with blooming cistus. The happiness of this earth delicately reveals itself to my supporting foundation and caresses every single toe.
It also remains rosy in the base, no longer wildly playful, but settled and serious. However, nothing more needs to be done or achieved. It is enough to simply look at life and enjoy the exchange of experiences between the dewdrops of the moss and the roses.
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