Top Notes 
Basmati rice
Coriander
Cumin
French cedar
Pink pepper
Rosewood
Heart Notes 
Black tea
Clove
Himalayan rose
Jasmine sambac
Papua sandalwood
Turkish rose
Base Notes 
Papua oud
Siberian musk
Civet
Labdanum
Verbeene
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Verbeene
5
the skin becomes the eye
with this perfume, the skin becomes the eye. the eye of an insect: the world reflects in a hundred shimmering fragments.
the first shards, tinted with cumin, slightly peppery, suggest the entrance to a secret garden,
animals sleep here and it is dim light.
the eye follows a winding path through fragrant woods, a rose petal drifts through the air.
suddenly, the view opens onto a vast blooming clearing. roses appear illuminated, grasses sway gently in the wind,
it is quiet here. peaceful like paradise
and then the path leads into the dark: the woody tones gain depth, a scent trail of wild animals vibrates within it
mysteriously merging with one's own skin scent: the skin becomes transparent and reveals its own origin.
pure nature
harmony of opposites
this does not form a shiny scent armor on the outside....it lays a shimmering, oscillating scent trail inward.
right into the heart.
and many hours later, the scent stands alone again: without you. foreign, rough, and primal.
we are just the eye of an insect. for a little while
in the great time.
the first shards, tinted with cumin, slightly peppery, suggest the entrance to a secret garden,
animals sleep here and it is dim light.
the eye follows a winding path through fragrant woods, a rose petal drifts through the air.
suddenly, the view opens onto a vast blooming clearing. roses appear illuminated, grasses sway gently in the wind,
it is quiet here. peaceful like paradise
and then the path leads into the dark: the woody tones gain depth, a scent trail of wild animals vibrates within it
mysteriously merging with one's own skin scent: the skin becomes transparent and reveals its own origin.
pure nature
harmony of opposites
this does not form a shiny scent armor on the outside....it lays a shimmering, oscillating scent trail inward.
right into the heart.
and many hours later, the scent stands alone again: without you. foreign, rough, and primal.
we are just the eye of an insect. for a little while
in the great time.
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