Top Notes 
Bulgarian rose otto
Rosa alba otto
Hop
Heart Notes 
Indian bourbon rose absolute
Mimosa absolute
Rosa centifolia absolute
Orris butter
Violet leaf absolute
Base Notes 
Indian oud
Musk
Valerian
Brown ambergris
Siam benzoin
Himalaya cedar
Iris pallida
White ambergris
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The Orient Drinks Beer
I like beef and veal, whether big or small, but unfortunately there are none to be found here, so I briefly traveled with the scent to India to visit the dear ones there in person.
And I wanted to see right away if a vacation there would be worth it, it’s not without its costs.
A little dab later and I find myself with my face in a cow pat, feeling fresh and about 2 meters tall. I think they only feed roses here. A nice little Indian with amber-brown eyes helped me to my feet and handed me a warm wheat beer, which was good. I was so thirsty that the glass was empty before I even grabbed it. We set off, and it slowly became warm and humid, earthy and woody in the forest. I should come along for a visit; he needed current ethnology because his internet hadn’t had reception for years. By the way, the 4 other beers weren’t well hidden, I told him, pointing my finger at the lilac violet bush. He just laughed warmly and said we need those for the
return trip; we have to sneak quietly through the musk forest with all the calves, where the giant stag sleeps. OK, I understood the situation.
A beer is always good. We were lucky with the little one; he was probably just out and about for some fun. Finally arrived, we drank a barrel of beer together in the sultry summer night until? I’m not quite sure who broke me the next morning.
No matter, I have to go to India :)
Warm dung, straw, tea, cow pats, cave cheese. Tank trucks flood the old decayed, moldy magical oud forest with countless liters of rose happiness. The wild stag marks his territory with joy and coincidentally finds a lilac violet cow at the coal mine. Smoke with valerian drops in the middle lives, cod liver oil bitter and full of reverence, I enjoy the balsamic beer
in the rose oud territory.
I also have the second sample set.
And this one is from the second
and even crazier, yes better in quality
and absolutely powerful pure animalic
and mega-tonnes of dark, evil
juicy sour diabolical roses
very, very rural, dense, and heavy.
This attar, a dot on the pulse, lasts forever.
For me, the best quality in the world.
The others can pack it in for me; it’s unbelievable what’s here.
PS: You really have to like rose oud :)
PPS: I’m a clueless idiot, I have no idea, but I firmly believe that this scent, despite the stag musk, is an ode to the beloved calf with all its surroundings.
And I wanted to see right away if a vacation there would be worth it, it’s not without its costs.
A little dab later and I find myself with my face in a cow pat, feeling fresh and about 2 meters tall. I think they only feed roses here. A nice little Indian with amber-brown eyes helped me to my feet and handed me a warm wheat beer, which was good. I was so thirsty that the glass was empty before I even grabbed it. We set off, and it slowly became warm and humid, earthy and woody in the forest. I should come along for a visit; he needed current ethnology because his internet hadn’t had reception for years. By the way, the 4 other beers weren’t well hidden, I told him, pointing my finger at the lilac violet bush. He just laughed warmly and said we need those for the
return trip; we have to sneak quietly through the musk forest with all the calves, where the giant stag sleeps. OK, I understood the situation.
A beer is always good. We were lucky with the little one; he was probably just out and about for some fun. Finally arrived, we drank a barrel of beer together in the sultry summer night until? I’m not quite sure who broke me the next morning.
No matter, I have to go to India :)
Warm dung, straw, tea, cow pats, cave cheese. Tank trucks flood the old decayed, moldy magical oud forest with countless liters of rose happiness. The wild stag marks his territory with joy and coincidentally finds a lilac violet cow at the coal mine. Smoke with valerian drops in the middle lives, cod liver oil bitter and full of reverence, I enjoy the balsamic beer
in the rose oud territory.
I also have the second sample set.
And this one is from the second
and even crazier, yes better in quality
and absolutely powerful pure animalic
and mega-tonnes of dark, evil
juicy sour diabolical roses
very, very rural, dense, and heavy.
This attar, a dot on the pulse, lasts forever.
For me, the best quality in the world.
The others can pack it in for me; it’s unbelievable what’s here.
PS: You really have to like rose oud :)
PPS: I’m a clueless idiot, I have no idea, but I firmly believe that this scent, despite the stag musk, is an ode to the beloved calf with all its surroundings.
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