Top Notes 
Whisky
Davana
Ginger
Lemon
Milk
Sweet notes
Heart Notes 
Cypriol
Gaiac wood
Rose
Base Notes 
Amber
Ambrette
Musk
Vanilla
Moincha
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5
A Distillation of Chaos
I couldn't resist the beautiful bottle and the wild mix of notes... if only I had known better.
The damage is done, there’s no turning back. I’m plummeting toward the event horizon, passing the most bizarre and terrifying things on my way. The cloud of whiskey and ginger that I first traversed burned sharply in my nose and eyes. For the tiniest hint of a moment, I thought I saw the Milky Way, before a fist-sized asteroid of sweetly pungent artemisia struck me in the pit of my stomach and hurled me closer toward the black hole. Coughing and flailing my arms, I tried to escape this chaos, but it’s futile. Now I’m spinning far too quickly through space and have no idea what to do. A small, juicy lemon slides into my field of vision, right next to me, and I’m glad to see it. I reach out my hands toward it - a small comfort for the rest of the journey. But in that moment, a rock of cypriol comes rushing in, gigantic, heavy, coarse, and shatters the little lemon before my eyes. The jagged rock leaves many small cuts on me, and a few drops of lemon juice burn in the wounds. I curl up and close my eyes, exhausted - what have I done to myself? But then I pause.
After all these biting, sour, sharp, burning impressions all at once... Silence. Or? No, there’s something. Ah, vanilla. Amber. Soothing wood. So gentle, so soft. I don’t know how my body lotion ended up at the innermost edge of the black hole, but at least the end isn’t so bad now.
The pull of the black hole contains a hodgepodge of oddities. Thematically fitting, a distillation of chaos.
I find Black Hole even more unpleasant than Kepler-51D. However, the haunting of Black Hole is over after just a few hours, while Kepler lingers for a very, very long time.
Phew. Away! Away, I say!
The damage is done, there’s no turning back. I’m plummeting toward the event horizon, passing the most bizarre and terrifying things on my way. The cloud of whiskey and ginger that I first traversed burned sharply in my nose and eyes. For the tiniest hint of a moment, I thought I saw the Milky Way, before a fist-sized asteroid of sweetly pungent artemisia struck me in the pit of my stomach and hurled me closer toward the black hole. Coughing and flailing my arms, I tried to escape this chaos, but it’s futile. Now I’m spinning far too quickly through space and have no idea what to do. A small, juicy lemon slides into my field of vision, right next to me, and I’m glad to see it. I reach out my hands toward it - a small comfort for the rest of the journey. But in that moment, a rock of cypriol comes rushing in, gigantic, heavy, coarse, and shatters the little lemon before my eyes. The jagged rock leaves many small cuts on me, and a few drops of lemon juice burn in the wounds. I curl up and close my eyes, exhausted - what have I done to myself? But then I pause.
After all these biting, sour, sharp, burning impressions all at once... Silence. Or? No, there’s something. Ah, vanilla. Amber. Soothing wood. So gentle, so soft. I don’t know how my body lotion ended up at the innermost edge of the black hole, but at least the end isn’t so bad now.
The pull of the black hole contains a hodgepodge of oddities. Thematically fitting, a distillation of chaos.
I find Black Hole even more unpleasant than Kepler-51D. However, the haunting of Black Hole is over after just a few hours, while Kepler lingers for a very, very long time.
Phew. Away! Away, I say!
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