Bee Zoologist 2019

This is the first fragrance from Zoologist that I have tested.
I have loved animals for as long as I can remember. I was lucky enough in my life to experience the affection and trust of a cat for 14 years. To be loved by an animal, a different species, in its own special way is something special. This scent conveys feelings that can only come from an animal, like my cat.
This cozy warmth, the soft fur. This purring. The snuggling up. The damp, pink nose that smells me awake. Falling asleep with me at night. The twinkling poison green eyes. What I wouldn't give in the world to bury my face in his sunny, jet-black fur just one more time and smell his heart-warming aura. To be able to feel his rough angel tongue on my skin. This feeling is deeply interwoven with my self and embedded in me. I keep these precious memories of perfection and hardly dare to enter this space inside me.
"Bee", however, has a different plan for me.

Every time I can win the trust and favor of a (wild) animal, I am happy. It is a pleasant, pure, innocent feeling of happiness that I only have with animals. I feel complete and whole for a moment.

Bee" sends me on an olfactory astral journey into the interior of a beehive. The honeycomb walls welcome me with benevolence. I am in the womb. In the beehive womb. The many furry bees radiate a cozy warmth. I feel motherly affection and sweet, gentle, spicy love. The kind of love that doesn't overwhelm you. Warm honey flows from the noblest, prettiest and rarest flowers of what seems to me to be a heavenly realm. In my honor! I must be a bee princess here, resting in this refuge in the garden of heaven. The bees protect me and do not reveal my hiding place to anyone. I can hide here and nobody asks me why I am here or who I am. I can just be in this place. The honey covers my emotional wounds. I am loved, I am healed, I am whole, I am good enough and valuable. I feel the deepest goodwill, I am embraced, I am nourished. I am allowed to rest. The smoky hum calms me.

What it's like to be a bee. What would it be like if it spoke to me?
The language of bees is encoded in this scent. And I would like to reveal to you, dear bee,
sometimes I am so afraid of the shadows on the walls that always form at night, when I lie lonely and abandoned in bed
Sometimes I don't know how to escape from some of the words that are spoken
I simply don't know what one does as a human being
and what others honestly feel deep in their hearts
And what they mean
I learned to dance at some point
with the creepy shadows on the walls
dear bee, I feel the same way,
i can't communicate so well with words from spoken language either
But I think I'm sure that the whole hive only wants the very best for me and that everything was, is and will be good. I can definitely smell it.