Munnar Valley Almah Parfums 1948

It was perhaps 4 am, even with some cold I tried to find warmth and comfort to fall asleep again, but in the cosmic travels of my being, of the ubiquitous magic of the universe, and perhaps for some strange reason that I still do not control, I opened my eyes, my body unfolded in an instant to a place of immeasurable beauty. My body was transported to an unknown valley; confluent green, with extensive tea plantations, hillsides, meandering rivers, picturesque hills, a large train station with giant structures of cedar wood and iron.

I stood for several minutes observing that beautiful landscape with my whitish eyes and my canine sense of smell, I scanned the whole area, then I could detect for miles a sharp smell of incense, of damp woods combined with the stench of wet earth from the overpowering petricor, the dryness of the stylized and broken green tea leaves with a subtle dusting of spices.

So quickly from my belt I pulled out a little stopper bottle, popped the cork and immediately went to work to catch all those lovely scents in tandem with their wonderful nuances, finally took some water from the cascades, applied a touch of galbanum oil, shook it up and then capped it.
With my brand new rubric I labeled it "Munnar Valley" from the fertile age.