Cambodian oud
Elemi resin
Ginger
Lemon
Animalic notes
Calamondin
Frankincense
Mint
Moss
Smoke
Soil
Thyme
Cypress
Floral notes
Leather
Mace
Red cedar
Red pepper02/09/2025
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Great full-length movie...?!?
Ok Floyd, I want to see that!
The day was difficult. Worry and circling thoughts.
A cut would be good now.
A glass of lemonade, a spray of LemOUDnade
And roll the movie! The brown juice runs down my arm from my wrist.
There they are: Old NOAM acquaintances greet me. Tartly citrusy, they wave from the screen. A deep breath of familiar freshness. But then it's different. Reminds me of an oud from another fragrance. Oh yes, the name already gives it away.
Different colors appear on the canvas, light green at the top, a juicy yellow in the middle and herbaceous dark green at the bottom. A breeze stirs up the colors and bathes the room in a twilight. The darkness blows in intensely, sharply. Is this a forest? It could be. Lightning flashes across the screen. Yes, I am in the forest. A gray old wooden hut appears dimly. My eyes adjust to the darkness. He is sitting on the bench in front of the hut. I know him, from somewhere... His gaze is fixed on the charcoal pile, from which an acrid plume of smoke escapes. His large, soot-blackened hands rest on the handle of the dented shovel. Now he turns to me. Sad eyes look out of dark sockets. Loneliness. The cold smoke gets thicker and thicker. A shiver runs through me. I now know who is looking at me...! Something yellow-bitter stings me... I don't want to be in this movie. I get up and leave the scene.
Next morning. I feel good!
So: off with the movie! I watch with a smile as the dark residue that has accumulated over a year runs down my arm.
And again the cheerful acquaintances greet me. "Good that you're back! We'll show you the other side today. You know, sometimes your nose just does what it wants in the evening. And when it doesn't want to join in, it plays tricks on you."
And again, the same colors appear on the canvas as yesterday. And again, a breeze takes the colors with it. But now the scene seems much brighter, lightness is in the air. Oh yes, there's also the forest! Just as I love it: deep, mysteriously dark. A hut made of light-colored wood invites me to linger. I sit down on the bench and look out over the campfire site. There must have been a party here yesterday. Cold smoke wafts over to me. A wreath of flowers lies on the ground. And there are sticks of bread. I have to laugh at the thought of many a child's birthday party... And then I fall silent. I sniff my arm... close my eyes... deep security ...
How can that be? I don't know. But I really do. The fragrance carries all of this. A thousand floral feelings from last year.
The day was difficult. Worry and circling thoughts.
A cut would be good now.
A glass of lemonade, a spray of LemOUDnade
And roll the movie! The brown juice runs down my arm from my wrist.
There they are: Old NOAM acquaintances greet me. Tartly citrusy, they wave from the screen. A deep breath of familiar freshness. But then it's different. Reminds me of an oud from another fragrance. Oh yes, the name already gives it away.
Different colors appear on the canvas, light green at the top, a juicy yellow in the middle and herbaceous dark green at the bottom. A breeze stirs up the colors and bathes the room in a twilight. The darkness blows in intensely, sharply. Is this a forest? It could be. Lightning flashes across the screen. Yes, I am in the forest. A gray old wooden hut appears dimly. My eyes adjust to the darkness. He is sitting on the bench in front of the hut. I know him, from somewhere... His gaze is fixed on the charcoal pile, from which an acrid plume of smoke escapes. His large, soot-blackened hands rest on the handle of the dented shovel. Now he turns to me. Sad eyes look out of dark sockets. Loneliness. The cold smoke gets thicker and thicker. A shiver runs through me. I now know who is looking at me...! Something yellow-bitter stings me... I don't want to be in this movie. I get up and leave the scene.
Next morning. I feel good!
So: off with the movie! I watch with a smile as the dark residue that has accumulated over a year runs down my arm.
And again the cheerful acquaintances greet me. "Good that you're back! We'll show you the other side today. You know, sometimes your nose just does what it wants in the evening. And when it doesn't want to join in, it plays tricks on you."
And again, the same colors appear on the canvas as yesterday. And again, a breeze takes the colors with it. But now the scene seems much brighter, lightness is in the air. Oh yes, there's also the forest! Just as I love it: deep, mysteriously dark. A hut made of light-colored wood invites me to linger. I sit down on the bench and look out over the campfire site. There must have been a party here yesterday. Cold smoke wafts over to me. A wreath of flowers lies on the ground. And there are sticks of bread. I have to laugh at the thought of many a child's birthday party... And then I fall silent. I sniff my arm... close my eyes... deep security ...
How can that be? I don't know. But I really do. The fragrance carries all of this. A thousand floral feelings from last year.
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