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Once upon a time a long time ago
Beaver awakens from hibernation
he lives today in the earthy New Guinea jungle and spring is slowly arriving
the next morning he strolls through the oud forest to gather currants and suddenly falls into an old deep pit. When Beaver wakes up
it was dark rosy and minty cool
the moon shone mineral bright over the floodplain and the wind dries the cool moss, marshy muck and smoky shapes that appear unrecognizable on bark skin a path lights the way in a strange manner Beaver takes a few clumsy steps but then a giant stag crosses his path Potent and territorial he snorts loudly paws the ground and gives Beaver who can’t see well in the dark a nudge on the nose. Beaver fell over and awoke in a bright room full of paper walls set in sandalwood frames incense sticks are smoking his wounds are bandaged a cup of strong tea has been sitting next to the bed for ages after the tea he felt a bit woozy the last thing he could see was a Zen master waving at him with a smile.
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dark beaver fat violet leathery smoky rose territorial battles giant stag against mega beaver juicy bitter woody the battle is fought in the ancient forest spicy musky fur aromatic and cool currant pulp sweetened only with honey on Beaver's side ethereal smoke quartz and minerals at the stag they whirl through the air earthy damp ash rain extinguishes the battle a far eastern blessing invigorates the land oriental spices Egypt in the dry sand Beaver has won with one hand :)
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for me the scent is the daddy of the little private blend: Hailam Kilam
but I find something completely different here parallels are present the progression is similar but this one has age and dense infinite agarwood depth
so dark and quartz-like coal smoky it never stops it gets denser and earthier it bubbles in intervals and pumps an extra load of volcanic rock into the air every 10 minutes. The scent begins with dark roses and leather skin with chocolate liqueur currants non-stop but not the flesh only the resinous soul that cuddles with the musk, spicy aromatic, woody bitter herbal in the middle sharp camphor-like with incense sticks a coolness of menthol and frankincense is smoldering then in the heart the Egyptian, dry wood catacomb sand, spices gods and gold towards the end beautifully calming with my tea ceremony oud, a hint of yuzu the oven is blazing the wood is burning
fine spicy. Giant Zen Beaver falls asleep.
Thank you to @Kawa80 ️
he lives today in the earthy New Guinea jungle and spring is slowly arriving
the next morning he strolls through the oud forest to gather currants and suddenly falls into an old deep pit. When Beaver wakes up
it was dark rosy and minty cool
the moon shone mineral bright over the floodplain and the wind dries the cool moss, marshy muck and smoky shapes that appear unrecognizable on bark skin a path lights the way in a strange manner Beaver takes a few clumsy steps but then a giant stag crosses his path Potent and territorial he snorts loudly paws the ground and gives Beaver who can’t see well in the dark a nudge on the nose. Beaver fell over and awoke in a bright room full of paper walls set in sandalwood frames incense sticks are smoking his wounds are bandaged a cup of strong tea has been sitting next to the bed for ages after the tea he felt a bit woozy the last thing he could see was a Zen master waving at him with a smile.
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dark beaver fat violet leathery smoky rose territorial battles giant stag against mega beaver juicy bitter woody the battle is fought in the ancient forest spicy musky fur aromatic and cool currant pulp sweetened only with honey on Beaver's side ethereal smoke quartz and minerals at the stag they whirl through the air earthy damp ash rain extinguishes the battle a far eastern blessing invigorates the land oriental spices Egypt in the dry sand Beaver has won with one hand :)
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for me the scent is the daddy of the little private blend: Hailam Kilam
but I find something completely different here parallels are present the progression is similar but this one has age and dense infinite agarwood depth
so dark and quartz-like coal smoky it never stops it gets denser and earthier it bubbles in intervals and pumps an extra load of volcanic rock into the air every 10 minutes. The scent begins with dark roses and leather skin with chocolate liqueur currants non-stop but not the flesh only the resinous soul that cuddles with the musk, spicy aromatic, woody bitter herbal in the middle sharp camphor-like with incense sticks a coolness of menthol and frankincense is smoldering then in the heart the Egyptian, dry wood catacomb sand, spices gods and gold towards the end beautifully calming with my tea ceremony oud, a hint of yuzu the oven is blazing the wood is burning
fine spicy. Giant Zen Beaver falls asleep.
Thank you to @Kawa80 ️
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