Martis Vala's Enchanted Perfumery 2019
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Heywood's Hyacinths
Heywood had imagined his Mars mission somewhat differently. He had dreamed of pressing the one button that melts the ice at the poles and envelops the Red Planet in an atmosphere, becoming a hero in a breathtaking adventure. Time-lapse terraforming. Designed by aliens. Hollywood style. Instead, he had been sitting in his small container for years, watching his extremities grow. Lack of gravity. No spectacular planetary panorama, just a ridiculous hatch, the same view every day, sun or sandstorm. And then this pointless skyping, lost words in the void of space, no conversation, ramshackle monologues.
Since then, he had been talking to his plants in the greenhouse under the grow-lux lamps. Little grew in this world. When he stuck his head in, it was all bright, cool, citrusy mint. Heywood meowed their molecules over the heavy, sweet blossoms that grew further back, somewhere between the ginger roots, with which he alternated spicy, sharp hissing sounds or warm words. It was always a true floral Babel at first, green-herb gibberish, but all in all, amusing.
Soon the hyacinths had taken over the conversation, whispering humid flower shops into Heywood's brain, speaking sweet stone tiles with earthy little clumps in ginger puddles. Wilted nonsense, somewhat indolic. Heywood occasionally sprayed a bit of sweet resin mist into the hyacinths, listening to them, hour after hour the words became more myrrh-like, musty. Tomorrow I’ll give you the mint again. Heywood only had this world.
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Vala's Enchanted Perfumery based in Prague claims to create magic, to generate images from the plant ingredients and the creative creativity of the people involved in the process. "My creations have all been born in my hands and warmed by my skin. And before that, they were a part of nature," says Moi Yggdottir. "Martis" begins furiously herbaceous-green-fresh, then develops an interesting ginger-warm floral heart note, before the scent increasingly becomes musty-indolic. Mars projects for about six to seven hours, predominantly cockpit-filling.
(Thanks to Shaking)
Since then, he had been talking to his plants in the greenhouse under the grow-lux lamps. Little grew in this world. When he stuck his head in, it was all bright, cool, citrusy mint. Heywood meowed their molecules over the heavy, sweet blossoms that grew further back, somewhere between the ginger roots, with which he alternated spicy, sharp hissing sounds or warm words. It was always a true floral Babel at first, green-herb gibberish, but all in all, amusing.
Soon the hyacinths had taken over the conversation, whispering humid flower shops into Heywood's brain, speaking sweet stone tiles with earthy little clumps in ginger puddles. Wilted nonsense, somewhat indolic. Heywood occasionally sprayed a bit of sweet resin mist into the hyacinths, listening to them, hour after hour the words became more myrrh-like, musty. Tomorrow I’ll give you the mint again. Heywood only had this world.
***
Vala's Enchanted Perfumery based in Prague claims to create magic, to generate images from the plant ingredients and the creative creativity of the people involved in the process. "My creations have all been born in my hands and warmed by my skin. And before that, they were a part of nature," says Moi Yggdottir. "Martis" begins furiously herbaceous-green-fresh, then develops an interesting ginger-warm floral heart note, before the scent increasingly becomes musty-indolic. Mars projects for about six to seven hours, predominantly cockpit-filling.
(Thanks to Shaking)
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Great comment!!
And now I know what I always suspected: I do NOT want to go to Mars!
But with this fragrance, I think I'll pass. :-))
Well written.