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02/10/2024
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Whispering cedars in clarifying freshness
I am on the last stop of my seasonal journey through the Himalayas. Winter in Manaslu takes us into snow-covered high cedar forest. At over 8000 m, Manaslu is the eighth highest mountain on earth. Its name means "mountain of the soul".
For newcomers: Hima Jomo, based in Grasse, uses 97% natural essences for fragrances for all genders. In her creations, Delphine Thierry narrates the nature and culture of the Himalayas and creates microcosms and experiential spaces. The organic fragrances have a shorter shelf life and therefore appear more intimate.
But not this water. The fragrance explodes intensely with peppermint, star anise, basil and heart notes of pine needles, sage and cypress. I seek shelter in the trees in the icy wind. From here I can't see the angular peak, the forest at over 2000 m altitude keeps me in its world. It's February and the forest still seems to be in a deep sleep. The snow swallows up all sounds and smells, but the huge old trees talk to each other. I crouch down on the ground and rest my face against the bark of a tall old cedar. I am a shaman, I am supposed to bring news of when life will return. The sap is already circulating and the tree is dreaming. Promises of new shoots, while the wind drives into the branches and lets the long needles rain down. In the soil, the seeds are already waiting in their capsules for the starting signal for the new carpet of fresh herbs and flowers. I feast my nose on the scent of the coniferous branches, from which the icy wind snatches the aromas. The tree groans and the wood releases its scent, here an animal has rubbed itself and my little horse reads its messages. The wood radiates warmth, here we will soon be cutting chips from fallen branches.
Sandalwood and cedar provide warmth, but I can barely smell them, the needles and herbs continue to radiate a tart freshness. Here is only coniferous forest and ice.
Ambrette seeds, the seeds of the musk musk or abelmoschus are reminiscent of iris, their sweetness is delicate and tart, but the animal notes are also swallowed up by the freshness or lie beneath the carpet of needles. Here, the breath is given freshness and depth, but the softer woods already whisper softly of the return of warmth and vegetation.
The mountain of the soul has promised me something and I pull the fur blankets tighter around me as I make my way back to our village with the little horse, in the crunching snow and a fragrant twig on the saddle.
This fragrance does not adhere to conventions either. Its soft, spicy freshness has a clarifying effect and is composed so incredibly gently that it makes the heart light. I want to taste this wintry balm again and again, which manages without cozy warmth, but lets the warmth resonate under clarity and freshness when we are outside in the air.
The mint is dominant but multi-layered, has something to say and clears the mind.
So I end my Himalayan journey with a view of Manaslu, crunching through the snow and a clear head for further olfactory creations.
For newcomers: Hima Jomo, based in Grasse, uses 97% natural essences for fragrances for all genders. In her creations, Delphine Thierry narrates the nature and culture of the Himalayas and creates microcosms and experiential spaces. The organic fragrances have a shorter shelf life and therefore appear more intimate.
But not this water. The fragrance explodes intensely with peppermint, star anise, basil and heart notes of pine needles, sage and cypress. I seek shelter in the trees in the icy wind. From here I can't see the angular peak, the forest at over 2000 m altitude keeps me in its world. It's February and the forest still seems to be in a deep sleep. The snow swallows up all sounds and smells, but the huge old trees talk to each other. I crouch down on the ground and rest my face against the bark of a tall old cedar. I am a shaman, I am supposed to bring news of when life will return. The sap is already circulating and the tree is dreaming. Promises of new shoots, while the wind drives into the branches and lets the long needles rain down. In the soil, the seeds are already waiting in their capsules for the starting signal for the new carpet of fresh herbs and flowers. I feast my nose on the scent of the coniferous branches, from which the icy wind snatches the aromas. The tree groans and the wood releases its scent, here an animal has rubbed itself and my little horse reads its messages. The wood radiates warmth, here we will soon be cutting chips from fallen branches.
Sandalwood and cedar provide warmth, but I can barely smell them, the needles and herbs continue to radiate a tart freshness. Here is only coniferous forest and ice.
Ambrette seeds, the seeds of the musk musk or abelmoschus are reminiscent of iris, their sweetness is delicate and tart, but the animal notes are also swallowed up by the freshness or lie beneath the carpet of needles. Here, the breath is given freshness and depth, but the softer woods already whisper softly of the return of warmth and vegetation.
The mountain of the soul has promised me something and I pull the fur blankets tighter around me as I make my way back to our village with the little horse, in the crunching snow and a fragrant twig on the saddle.
This fragrance does not adhere to conventions either. Its soft, spicy freshness has a clarifying effect and is composed so incredibly gently that it makes the heart light. I want to taste this wintry balm again and again, which manages without cozy warmth, but lets the warmth resonate under clarity and freshness when we are outside in the air.
The mint is dominant but multi-layered, has something to say and clears the mind.
So I end my Himalayan journey with a view of Manaslu, crunching through the snow and a clear head for further olfactory creations.
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