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my incense self
Always in the deepest and pitch-blackest night it happened that in the small chapel in the forest some shadowy figures, wrapped in frocks, appeared and went into the nearby forest with torches, often carrying a large container in the middle of their grouping. The first time I noticed them by chance was when I couldn't find sleep that night and looked into the darkness from my window. I was living far out in the country at the time, enjoying the silence and solitude. Anyway, that night I saw the bright torchlight at the chapel (was it even one?) and I wondered. Suddenly I saw about twenty figures marching towards the forest and disappearing there. The first time I thought it was a hallucination. Out of curiosity I looked again a few nights later and the spectacle repeated itself.
Now I dared to approach once to see what exactly was going on here. The entrance gate opened, the monks(?) came out of the chapel. A general mantra-like murmuring could be heard. I could not make out any faces, I only saw that all the incense-barrels were waving except for those who were carrying the cauldron.
It smelled strangely. Not sacral at all but rather like a lemon-laden and sublimely complex incense. It wasn't just incense, but spicier; only afterwards did I see the myrrh and understand why the incense didn't smell so clear and bright, but I continued on to the fresh, limey touch.
It was not the case that citrus fruits alone were responsible for the support. Rather they supported the cypress, which was very spicy and limy. In addition, I became aware of a certain peppery pungency, which, however, quickly receded. I had never been allowed to perceive this incense olfactorically. So the procession made its way into the forest and I crept after it, because this dark group of druids and the scent cast a spell on me.
It went deeper down into the fir forest, past well-known paths, down into the branches and darkness. Here it smelled ethereal, I watched some of the crowd as they removed individual needles from the fir trees and then placed them in the large cauldron which, as mentioned, others in the procession carried with the help of a wooden construction.
After some time another fragrance came out of the cauldron; I saw the company stop in a large field in the middle of the forest and pick lavender by torchlight. This balsamic and herbaceous scent was now spreading through the forest. After some time we continued and we were approaching the end of the march.
Finally we had arrived in a kind of dark cave and I crept behind a group of stones to remain undiscovered. Everything was suddenly quiet, the men did not move and I was quite excited. "We have been waiting for you for a long time!" it suddenly echoed and the druids all turned to me. They lifted their robes at their heads and I saw their faces, which startled me very much, for I saw...mine.
Sancti is a fragrance that wants to be conquered. At the first test I disliked it slightly because of the cypress. This is often intense and not directly accessible, it likes to dominate; compare Royal Vintage by Micallef; also citric plus cypress, there only plus leather.
Individual elements such as cardamom or nutmeg are perceptible by feeling, you have these associations in your nose, which you associate with nutmeg, for example, without them appearing dominant but rather seeming to bow to the common good.
It took me some time to appreciate this incense for the warm season. In a way it is like a self-discovery (hence the end) because it requires you to deal with the scent and analyze it. Does the fragrance suit my taste, can and would I wear it? Because incense and citric can be very contradictory and not necessarily compatible. Here, everything has succeeded and makes me curious about the other creations of the brand. Other fragrances have a lighter and uncomplicated aura, but here it is not so.
Now I dared to approach once to see what exactly was going on here. The entrance gate opened, the monks(?) came out of the chapel. A general mantra-like murmuring could be heard. I could not make out any faces, I only saw that all the incense-barrels were waving except for those who were carrying the cauldron.
It smelled strangely. Not sacral at all but rather like a lemon-laden and sublimely complex incense. It wasn't just incense, but spicier; only afterwards did I see the myrrh and understand why the incense didn't smell so clear and bright, but I continued on to the fresh, limey touch.
It was not the case that citrus fruits alone were responsible for the support. Rather they supported the cypress, which was very spicy and limy. In addition, I became aware of a certain peppery pungency, which, however, quickly receded. I had never been allowed to perceive this incense olfactorically. So the procession made its way into the forest and I crept after it, because this dark group of druids and the scent cast a spell on me.
It went deeper down into the fir forest, past well-known paths, down into the branches and darkness. Here it smelled ethereal, I watched some of the crowd as they removed individual needles from the fir trees and then placed them in the large cauldron which, as mentioned, others in the procession carried with the help of a wooden construction.
After some time another fragrance came out of the cauldron; I saw the company stop in a large field in the middle of the forest and pick lavender by torchlight. This balsamic and herbaceous scent was now spreading through the forest. After some time we continued and we were approaching the end of the march.
Finally we had arrived in a kind of dark cave and I crept behind a group of stones to remain undiscovered. Everything was suddenly quiet, the men did not move and I was quite excited. "We have been waiting for you for a long time!" it suddenly echoed and the druids all turned to me. They lifted their robes at their heads and I saw their faces, which startled me very much, for I saw...mine.
Sancti is a fragrance that wants to be conquered. At the first test I disliked it slightly because of the cypress. This is often intense and not directly accessible, it likes to dominate; compare Royal Vintage by Micallef; also citric plus cypress, there only plus leather.
Individual elements such as cardamom or nutmeg are perceptible by feeling, you have these associations in your nose, which you associate with nutmeg, for example, without them appearing dominant but rather seeming to bow to the common good.
It took me some time to appreciate this incense for the warm season. In a way it is like a self-discovery (hence the end) because it requires you to deal with the scent and analyze it. Does the fragrance suit my taste, can and would I wear it? Because incense and citric can be very contradictory and not necessarily compatible. Here, everything has succeeded and makes me curious about the other creations of the brand. Other fragrances have a lighter and uncomplicated aura, but here it is not so.
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