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Shango and the holidays
Vacation. Shango wanted a vacation. He was content with himself, with working in the garage - he felt he deserved to escape the humid heat and the legions of mosquitoes that populated his home by the swamp. That's right - to visit Neal. Neal, hammer-throwing, crazy, good ol' Neal. Rock Springs, Texas. Twelve hour drive. Hot, too, but not as humid as the swamp. Shango packed his bags and climbed into his yellow Thunderbird.
Twelve hours later. The Riverspring campground was at the end of the village. He passed through the barrier and walked to a crooked cottage with a corrugated iron roof. "Hello reception?"
A young Mexican woman popped her gum. "Mhhh? Good afternoon mister. Are you Shango?" Shango nodded affirmatively. Neal had probably announced Him.
"Here's the map to the exit. Neal's trailer is in the back on the right. Colored. Lots of colors. Heading for the desert."
She smiled as she slipped Shango the map and a chewy candy.
He returned to his Thunderbird as he stuck the candy between his teeth, lost in thought. "In the back, on the right. There's only one way around here"
The trailer was impossible to miss. An old, very large trailer. A painted-on eye stared back at Shango. The iris in rainbow colors. It was beginning to fluoresce. Shango shook his head and kept walking, knocking on the door of the trailer. No one answered. He sat down on the green bench in front of the trailer. How thirsty he was. Luckily, he'd taken enough orange soda with him. His own orange soda. Home-bought. No more of Neal's. No, he wasn't making that mistake again. Never again. (History --> Lampblack )
Suddenly, a strong scent of tangerines assaulted his nose. Bursting, ripe tangerines. He looked around, while at the gnarled creosote bush, which faced him PLOPP PLOPP PLOPP green limes were growing in record time. Fist-sized things! Damn it! He rubbed his eyes in amazement. The limes were bursting open, one by one. Where the bitter citrus juice splashed, the dry sandy soil disappeared into nothingness and in seconds, a lush, green cypress grew straight up out of the ground. Fascinating. Shango poured his orange soda into the sand and muttered incomprehensibly. A wind came up and mixed the bitter scents of the Hesperides, with the green sap of the cypress trees.
Shango ran to a wide hole in the ground. Neal had probably started digging himself a pool.
He was about to start shoveling when green tips of a grass sprouted from the loose soil. Before his eyes, the things sprouted from the ground as if in fast motion. "Nag, Nag, Nagar... this can't be....!" Spicy hot aroma shot towards Him, smoky and bitter at the same time, vegetal and earthy. Leaves formed from the blades of grass, hanging down the sides like palm leaves. Blossoms exploded from the center of the plant, starry like citrus fireworks, and before Shango's eyes it went white and he realized he was toppling forward into the hole in the ground.
Shango fell softly, herbaceous earthy roots catching Him and gently pulling Him into the Texan soil. Warm, soft and comforting scents welcomed His nose, He swam through amber earth, inhaling sweet gray clouds of incense until He was stuck in sticky resinous black labdanum. A thousand creosote leaves waved at Him from the labdanum haze and He waved back, laughing and celebrating. A huge yellow creosote flower breathed something into His ear with green tea breath that sounded like "angosuvehückte UUUND." Roots grabbed Him and he slipped away from the incense and creosote tea.
"You crazy dog! Shango, damm me if it ain't my swamp Shango!!!" screamed Neal in His ear as he shook Him incessantly and patted the dirt off His back. "What the hell were you doing in my pool?" and he let out his brute laugh.
Shango rubbed the sand out of his eyes and behind Neal, he spotted the young Mexican girl from the front desk. "My girls name hererrrr is Flora! Already met her, huh! She's got a thing for chewy sweets..." there was Neal's laughter again and Shango had realized everything in a flash.
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Sigil Scent is a small Artisanal - company from California / USA, which produces your fragrances from 100% botanicals. Patrick Kelly is the nose of Sigil Scent. The scents are available in many US shops, also in GB and Italy. Sampler sets can also be purchased.
Twelve hours later. The Riverspring campground was at the end of the village. He passed through the barrier and walked to a crooked cottage with a corrugated iron roof. "Hello reception?"
A young Mexican woman popped her gum. "Mhhh? Good afternoon mister. Are you Shango?" Shango nodded affirmatively. Neal had probably announced Him.
"Here's the map to the exit. Neal's trailer is in the back on the right. Colored. Lots of colors. Heading for the desert."
She smiled as she slipped Shango the map and a chewy candy.
He returned to his Thunderbird as he stuck the candy between his teeth, lost in thought. "In the back, on the right. There's only one way around here"
The trailer was impossible to miss. An old, very large trailer. A painted-on eye stared back at Shango. The iris in rainbow colors. It was beginning to fluoresce. Shango shook his head and kept walking, knocking on the door of the trailer. No one answered. He sat down on the green bench in front of the trailer. How thirsty he was. Luckily, he'd taken enough orange soda with him. His own orange soda. Home-bought. No more of Neal's. No, he wasn't making that mistake again. Never again. (History --> Lampblack )
Suddenly, a strong scent of tangerines assaulted his nose. Bursting, ripe tangerines. He looked around, while at the gnarled creosote bush, which faced him PLOPP PLOPP PLOPP green limes were growing in record time. Fist-sized things! Damn it! He rubbed his eyes in amazement. The limes were bursting open, one by one. Where the bitter citrus juice splashed, the dry sandy soil disappeared into nothingness and in seconds, a lush, green cypress grew straight up out of the ground. Fascinating. Shango poured his orange soda into the sand and muttered incomprehensibly. A wind came up and mixed the bitter scents of the Hesperides, with the green sap of the cypress trees.
Shango ran to a wide hole in the ground. Neal had probably started digging himself a pool.
He was about to start shoveling when green tips of a grass sprouted from the loose soil. Before his eyes, the things sprouted from the ground as if in fast motion. "Nag, Nag, Nagar... this can't be....!" Spicy hot aroma shot towards Him, smoky and bitter at the same time, vegetal and earthy. Leaves formed from the blades of grass, hanging down the sides like palm leaves. Blossoms exploded from the center of the plant, starry like citrus fireworks, and before Shango's eyes it went white and he realized he was toppling forward into the hole in the ground.
Shango fell softly, herbaceous earthy roots catching Him and gently pulling Him into the Texan soil. Warm, soft and comforting scents welcomed His nose, He swam through amber earth, inhaling sweet gray clouds of incense until He was stuck in sticky resinous black labdanum. A thousand creosote leaves waved at Him from the labdanum haze and He waved back, laughing and celebrating. A huge yellow creosote flower breathed something into His ear with green tea breath that sounded like "angosuvehückte UUUND." Roots grabbed Him and he slipped away from the incense and creosote tea.
"You crazy dog! Shango, damm me if it ain't my swamp Shango!!!" screamed Neal in His ear as he shook Him incessantly and patted the dirt off His back. "What the hell were you doing in my pool?" and he let out his brute laugh.
Shango rubbed the sand out of his eyes and behind Neal, he spotted the young Mexican girl from the front desk. "My girls name hererrrr is Flora! Already met her, huh! She's got a thing for chewy sweets..." there was Neal's laughter again and Shango had realized everything in a flash.
--
Sigil Scent is a small Artisanal - company from California / USA, which produces your fragrances from 100% botanicals. Patrick Kelly is the nose of Sigil Scent. The scents are available in many US shops, also in GB and Italy. Sampler sets can also be purchased.
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