Falling Trees Régime des Fleurs 2016

Gnorbor, the old oak, once whispered a story through its gnarled branches, which was carried elemiharzig green into the flora and fauna.
It was about the time when the juniper was herb fresh and its needles sparkled with an ethereal spiciness through the forests.
A time when moist fog rose like sweetly swirling incense from the roots of the oaks and immersed the forest in balsamic mystical thoughts.
From the rough bark, resins dripped like tears.
They dripped onto the lush, juicy forest floor, where they smelled benzoewarm and grew into Cypriol grassy tangles.
Like in a round dance, the mosses danced around the balsamic trees and turned into woody myrrh.
Now the forest stands there, marked by age.
With dry clearings, at the edges of which still strong trees with citrus-green crowns stand in rough, creaky bark.
An echo of the story still resonates resinous through the incense fog still swirling from the roots..
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The scent "Falling Trees" gives me the feeling of standing in an ancient forest.
The rough bark and mosses there smell woody - resinous, the juniper, as well as the leaves of the oaks, spicy to green-citrusy. Yes, and the sandy earth rises like dusty sweet incense fog.
A truly beautiful scent.

With heartfelt thanks to Floyd!