Kyoto Le Goût de Peau

Green
Color of hope
Falling cherry blossoms in the rain
An abandoned wooden temple
Small smoke boats in the water
Contemplative silence
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This fragrance is so much more to me than the story in the shop suggests.
It is sorrow over transience, and at the same time hope.
It can do something that I have only known from Lutens' 'De Profundis' so far.
It can help process grief.
In terms of scent, it is of course completely different, but it carries a similar message.
It is an anchor when you face the pain,
threatening to sink into melancholy and sadness.
***
The cherry blossoms are wilting,
washed from the branches by the rain
and covering the ground.
With the moisture of the rain, the green begins to sprout.
Look outside.
It is happening right now.
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It is a scent of silence,
just for me.
Inner reflection.
If I were to wear it among people,
it would be to a funeral.
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A wooden temple,
just filled with people,
now stands abandoned.
A forest grave...
The urn buried beneath a Japanese cherry blossom tree. A blossom branch on it is wilting.
Juicy green, nourished by the rain, and many tears, slowly covers the grave mound.
Within the green is also an unpleasant moment.
The pain of loss.
Small wooden boats with incense drift past a stream.
Souls on journeys into another form of existence.
The incense mist wraps around you like a protective blanket.
Time of forgetting,
of inner reflection,
of acceptance.
Everything will be alright.
***
A powdery-floral hint of cedar permeates the air...
Carrying sprouting green within it...
It is spring again in Kyoto,
the cherry blossoms will soon bloom again.
The gravesite full of life.
You were loved.
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Ex morte, vita renascitur
From death, life is reborn.