Bee Zoologist 2019

This is the first fragrance from Zoologist that I am testing.
As far back as I can remember, I have loved animals. I have been fortunate 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 unique way is something special. This fragrance transports feelings that can only come from an animal, like my cat.
This cozy warmth, the soft fur. That purring. The cuddling. The moist, pink nose that wakes me up. Falling asleep with me at night. The twinkling, bright green eyes. What wouldn't I give in the world to bury my face just one more time in its sunny, deep black fur and to smell its most beloved aura. To feel its rough angel tongue on my skin. This feeling is deeply intertwined with my self and embedded within me. I cherish these precious memories of perfection and hardly dare to enter this space within me.
"Bee" 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 cozy, pure, innocent feeling of happiness that I only have with animals. For a moment, I feel complete and whole.

Thus, "Bee" sends me on an olfactory astral journey into the heart of a beehive. The walls made of honeycomb welcome me with warmth. I am in the womb. In the beehive womb. The many furry bees radiate cozy warmth. I feel maternal affection and sweet, gentle spicy love. That kind of love that doesn't suffocate you. Warm honey flows, harvested from the noblest, prettiest, and rarest flowers of what seems to me a heavenly realm. In my honor! Here, I am a bee princess resting in this refuge in the garden of heaven. The bees protect me, revealing my hiding place to no one. I can burrow here, and no one asks me why I am here or who I am. I am allowed to simply e x i s t in this place. The honey soothes my soul's 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 nurtured. I am allowed to rest. The smoky buzzing calms me.

What is it like to be a bee? What if it spoke to me?
In this fragrance, the language of bees is encoded. And I want 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 certain spoken words.
I just don't know what one does as a human
and what others honestly feel deep in their hearts
and what they mean
I eventually learned to dance
with the creepy shadows on the walls.
Dear bee, I feel the same way,
I also can't communicate very well with spoken language.
But I believe, I am sure that the whole beehive only wants the very best for me and that everything was, is, and will be good. I can smell it clearly.