Shaman Anomalia 2023

Thanks to the sharing of MartialScent I could get hold of a sniff of Shaman and full of excitement I spray it on my forearm and wake up outside in the cold next to an almost extinguished, still smoldering fire. Amazed, unsuspecting and uncertain what awaits me and without a memory of what happened before.

Shaman opens tart, woody, cold and very smoky. I do not hear water lily or magnolia, I suppose they are just there for aromatic background. But maybe they were thrown into the fire last night, during the fire ceremony, which is just glowing out next to me. The larger logs and the main fire were extinguished by the moisture of the fog and the morning dew, and so the cold smoke and wood dominate.

The heart and base notes clear the fog and I realize I am in a forest clearing. It is autumn, to the freshness and cleanliness of the forest, I guess it is the juniper, mixes a pleasant heavy. It is the scent of November morning, the cool freshness and pleasant earthiness of the forest.

I wear leather clothing, suede, rigid, strong suede, not velvety soft leather gloves. Rather, it is a heavy suede coat. The leather has been little processed, it is rigid and has its own aroma, it should protect and insulate, not be an accessory. My clothes smell of last night's fire and something warm-balsamic comes through, but only subtly and distantly. Has the shaman thrown about an iris with in the fire?

Who was I before? Who am I now?
The shaman has performed the fire ceremony and I met my wild ancestors at the fire in the forest, now I am alone again. A strange excitement and silence are in the air. We after a wild dream. I breathe deeply and enjoy the smoldering fire. The excitement and the scent calm down, but the smoke note remains and lingers a little on my skin.