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Smellemental
75 Reviews
Smellemental
The Berries of Antiquity…
Oh my gosh, the berry facets are out of this world… then dusty, aged furniture, and what I consider the scent of halls of art museums, which I normally mostly associate with iris. There could be said to be a powdery aspect here as well. Very delicate. Also picking up some paper and tobacco nuances, which I must admit with the berry notes and my immaturity had me proclaiming my first time smelling it, “sophisticated blunt wraps!” Haha. But this time I’m much more able to perceive the depth of the “antique” smell here.
It really feels like the inside of an old mansion, potentially haunted, and actually reminds me of a recurring dream of mine, in which I progress through a seemingly neverending, austere, nearly entirely wooden manor, each floor about 40 feet high, lined with bookshelves and adorned with an unlit fireplace and old furniture in the center, a set of giant, ornate doors to each side. Through one, an impossibly expansive staircase leading up, through the other, down, but each leading to an identical floor… and this goes on, until I eventually travel downward far enough, and reach—the basement… and what happens there I’ll spare you the horror of…
Instead of a door, at the bottom of a suddenly spiraling staircase I find an opening—a small window blocked by iron bars viewing into the top of the cellar, and crouching down and looking through I can see some of the ancient treasures hidden in the dark below—sarcophagi, a stone altar, instruments of a prehistoric ritual… in the far back, I can make out what looks like a tunnel, bore straight into the earth, leading deeper in and around the corner… I blink—and I’m transported through the iron bars, suddenly in the middle of the cellar. I glance back up at the opening I was just looking down through almost twenty feet up the stone wall. The sarcophagus next to me begins to creak. A torch by the entrance of the earthen tunnel alights. The cavern begins to shake as giant footsteps resound from down the tunnel, approaching slowly at first, and then quicker and quicker until you can tell they’re just around the corner—the sarcophagus now rattling off it’s hinges, the wood and stone scraping and screeching until it BURSTS OPEN---and we’ll just call that the end of this fever dream hahahaha.
Eventually reveals some faint smokiness! Sillage moderate longevity incredible. My sincere apologies for the unorthodox departure—I truly hope I didn’t frighten anyone too much hahaha. The fruity/berry aspects of the scent don’t actually let it come off so frightful. :)
Bravo, good sir!!!
It really feels like the inside of an old mansion, potentially haunted, and actually reminds me of a recurring dream of mine, in which I progress through a seemingly neverending, austere, nearly entirely wooden manor, each floor about 40 feet high, lined with bookshelves and adorned with an unlit fireplace and old furniture in the center, a set of giant, ornate doors to each side. Through one, an impossibly expansive staircase leading up, through the other, down, but each leading to an identical floor… and this goes on, until I eventually travel downward far enough, and reach—the basement… and what happens there I’ll spare you the horror of…
Instead of a door, at the bottom of a suddenly spiraling staircase I find an opening—a small window blocked by iron bars viewing into the top of the cellar, and crouching down and looking through I can see some of the ancient treasures hidden in the dark below—sarcophagi, a stone altar, instruments of a prehistoric ritual… in the far back, I can make out what looks like a tunnel, bore straight into the earth, leading deeper in and around the corner… I blink—and I’m transported through the iron bars, suddenly in the middle of the cellar. I glance back up at the opening I was just looking down through almost twenty feet up the stone wall. The sarcophagus next to me begins to creak. A torch by the entrance of the earthen tunnel alights. The cavern begins to shake as giant footsteps resound from down the tunnel, approaching slowly at first, and then quicker and quicker until you can tell they’re just around the corner—the sarcophagus now rattling off it’s hinges, the wood and stone scraping and screeching until it BURSTS OPEN---and we’ll just call that the end of this fever dream hahahaha.
Eventually reveals some faint smokiness! Sillage moderate longevity incredible. My sincere apologies for the unorthodox departure—I truly hope I didn’t frighten anyone too much hahaha. The fruity/berry aspects of the scent don’t actually let it come off so frightful. :)
Bravo, good sir!!!
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