11/20/2020
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The wanderer, the spirit and the divine
Oðin hadn't imagined himself to be like that with clairvoyance, since he had gotten the gulp from Mimi's magic well so clumsily in his face that he could finally forget his right eye. He, the wanderer, searching for knowledge, half blind. His eye for an eye, a pledge.
The autumn leaves had just fallen, the sun had shone on the damp forest floor at the well, the needles of the blue cedar smoked green herbaceous juniper, spicy berries were rolling out, everything was ethereal nature, up to Odin's well stain. Eucalyptically brightly burned a sharp thunderstorm of fennel leaves, licorice-shining thunderstorm, became darker soon, medically bitter.
Then Oðin became furious, and Wotan, angry, bubbling with life force, became his own spirit, which he finally recognized when his mind turned to the cozy. Then he felt Peruvian cinnamon-smoked sweetness next to balsamic spices. I am an earthy-woody tree in a transcendent space! Odin had become wise. Everything coexisted. The ethereal, the earth, the bitter herbs, the bitter medicine, the spicy sweetness of the blood of the trees, the transience in the smoke, the being and the emptiness as well. The creating and being absorbed. The divine even **
Vala's Enchanted Perfumery with its headquarters in Prague tries to create magic by its own account, to create 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. "Oðin" projects for about five hours moderately up close
The autumn leaves had just fallen, the sun had shone on the damp forest floor at the well, the needles of the blue cedar smoked green herbaceous juniper, spicy berries were rolling out, everything was ethereal nature, up to Odin's well stain. Eucalyptically brightly burned a sharp thunderstorm of fennel leaves, licorice-shining thunderstorm, became darker soon, medically bitter.
Then Oðin became furious, and Wotan, angry, bubbling with life force, became his own spirit, which he finally recognized when his mind turned to the cozy. Then he felt Peruvian cinnamon-smoked sweetness next to balsamic spices. I am an earthy-woody tree in a transcendent space! Odin had become wise. Everything coexisted. The ethereal, the earth, the bitter herbs, the bitter medicine, the spicy sweetness of the blood of the trees, the transience in the smoke, the being and the emptiness as well. The creating and being absorbed. The divine even **
Vala's Enchanted Perfumery with its headquarters in Prague tries to create magic by its own account, to create 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. "Oðin" projects for about five hours moderately up close
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