Black Tulip Shay & Blue 2018
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The long dark river
Some fragrances are like a long calm river. You go along this river, in a boat, rather small, and it does not go fast, but quietly, almost leisurely already.
The river I'm going through with Black Tulip is long. It is quiet. And it is rather dark. Its waters are almost black and opaque, no opportunity presents itself to get even an idea of what the bottom might be like.
Mysterious he is, and he seems a bit aloof. No distractions, no surprises await me along the way. No big jumps, no sudden waves or sharp turns.
Nothing to distract my attention or break the peace. Just me and the river. That may sound boring or dull to some, but some days it's just pleasant and relaxing.
There are nougat violets on the bank of the river. Many many nougat violets. In different sizes. These are - unromantically and reasonably considered - probably a mixture of cyclamen, black tulip (??) , plum and white chocolate. In my head and nose, however, they are nougat violets. I see them in front of me, with their many different sized leaves, delicate purple, but this one is barely recognizable because it is covered in a thin shiny layer of nougat, all over. So these nougat violets are on both sides of the river, lining my path. They give off an irresistible, magical scent.
The longer the ride, the rarer they become. The intervals between them grow longer and longer. Their scent fades. What remains is the long quiet river. A quiet power with the scent of calm water. And noble wood. Somber and almost majestic. It is enough unto itself. And at rest within itself.
My ride comes to an end. The river stays behind. Its dark secret it has not revealed to me. Maybe on the next try.
The river I'm going through with Black Tulip is long. It is quiet. And it is rather dark. Its waters are almost black and opaque, no opportunity presents itself to get even an idea of what the bottom might be like.
Mysterious he is, and he seems a bit aloof. No distractions, no surprises await me along the way. No big jumps, no sudden waves or sharp turns.
Nothing to distract my attention or break the peace. Just me and the river. That may sound boring or dull to some, but some days it's just pleasant and relaxing.
There are nougat violets on the bank of the river. Many many nougat violets. In different sizes. These are - unromantically and reasonably considered - probably a mixture of cyclamen, black tulip (??) , plum and white chocolate. In my head and nose, however, they are nougat violets. I see them in front of me, with their many different sized leaves, delicate purple, but this one is barely recognizable because it is covered in a thin shiny layer of nougat, all over. So these nougat violets are on both sides of the river, lining my path. They give off an irresistible, magical scent.
The longer the ride, the rarer they become. The intervals between them grow longer and longer. Their scent fades. What remains is the long quiet river. A quiet power with the scent of calm water. And noble wood. Somber and almost majestic. It is enough unto itself. And at rest within itself.
My ride comes to an end. The river stays behind. Its dark secret it has not revealed to me. Maybe on the next try.
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