12/07/2023
Marieposa
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The time of mumbled legends
The night is long in the unforgiving Mongolian winter. When the frost covers the deserts of Delüün with delicate patterns and the mountain passes of the Altai sink untraversable in rough storms and snow. Then it begins, the time of murmured legends.
Come and sit down on lichen and moss. Nestle your tired head against the warm belly of the white reindeer, listen to my voice and the sweet breath of the animal. Follow the flight of the hissing sparks to the smoke-blackened leather panels of the yurt.
The howling beyond the tents awakens the yellow glow in my eyes. I quietly hide my face under my fur hat. I will need it when the icy wind bites into my cheeks, glowing red, until day breaks and wandering clouds cast their shadows again on the barren steppe. Where the eagle circles.
Sweeten the bitter potion in your cup with resins and a last drop of dark honey. They will roast the coffee beans hotter and hotter so that their smoke still rises between the stories when only hot water steams in the cups. But then I will have crept out on the tarred soles of my boots. When yesterday melts into today. When the she-wolf in me awakens.
**
"I wish to create stories that narrate into your imagination when you smell them. Create olfactory experiences and interpret the main idea under your own imagination", writes Prin Lomros on his homepage and I can only say that his concept works brilliantly. At least for me. None of his fragrances that I have had the pleasure of smelling so far have left me cold, each one told me a story in intense images, and in the case of Varuek (= the Thai word for "wolf"), I am completely amazed at how close my associations come to what Lomros actually wants to express with the fragrance: he feeds his idea of depicting nomadic life in Mongolia olfactorily with photographs from the 2016 illustrated book "Dark Heavens. The Shamans and Hunters of Mongolia" by photographer and documentary filmmaker Hamid Sardar, who lived with nomadic tribes in the Mongolian steppe for twenty years. This resulted in impressive portraits in which people are always thought of and, of course, portrayed in connection with animals and nature. Many of the images, which reflect the rather muted colors of Mongolian landscapes, unfold a dynamic all of their own, deliberately playing with blurs and contrasting the limited angle of view of the camera with the almost frightening vastness of the country.
The fragrance begins with a predatory cage note that is hair-raising to my nose and settles after about five minutes. Then Varuek transforms and transports us to a cozy leather yurt where an oud fire crackles, cinnamon-spiced coffee has been roasted over a little and people and animals dream on soft moss. As the fragrance develops, leathery labdanum and the sweetness of myrrh and dark honey add to the warm, soft darkness, while wolves howl outside and pine tar makes a soft growling sound in the night.
Varuek awakens a similar feeling of strangeness and familiarity in me as Ambilux, but is even deeper and darker - and I do wonder a little whether regular use would awaken the she-wolf in me.
Come and sit down on lichen and moss. Nestle your tired head against the warm belly of the white reindeer, listen to my voice and the sweet breath of the animal. Follow the flight of the hissing sparks to the smoke-blackened leather panels of the yurt.
The howling beyond the tents awakens the yellow glow in my eyes. I quietly hide my face under my fur hat. I will need it when the icy wind bites into my cheeks, glowing red, until day breaks and wandering clouds cast their shadows again on the barren steppe. Where the eagle circles.
Sweeten the bitter potion in your cup with resins and a last drop of dark honey. They will roast the coffee beans hotter and hotter so that their smoke still rises between the stories when only hot water steams in the cups. But then I will have crept out on the tarred soles of my boots. When yesterday melts into today. When the she-wolf in me awakens.
**
"I wish to create stories that narrate into your imagination when you smell them. Create olfactory experiences and interpret the main idea under your own imagination", writes Prin Lomros on his homepage and I can only say that his concept works brilliantly. At least for me. None of his fragrances that I have had the pleasure of smelling so far have left me cold, each one told me a story in intense images, and in the case of Varuek (= the Thai word for "wolf"), I am completely amazed at how close my associations come to what Lomros actually wants to express with the fragrance: he feeds his idea of depicting nomadic life in Mongolia olfactorily with photographs from the 2016 illustrated book "Dark Heavens. The Shamans and Hunters of Mongolia" by photographer and documentary filmmaker Hamid Sardar, who lived with nomadic tribes in the Mongolian steppe for twenty years. This resulted in impressive portraits in which people are always thought of and, of course, portrayed in connection with animals and nature. Many of the images, which reflect the rather muted colors of Mongolian landscapes, unfold a dynamic all of their own, deliberately playing with blurs and contrasting the limited angle of view of the camera with the almost frightening vastness of the country.
The fragrance begins with a predatory cage note that is hair-raising to my nose and settles after about five minutes. Then Varuek transforms and transports us to a cozy leather yurt where an oud fire crackles, cinnamon-spiced coffee has been roasted over a little and people and animals dream on soft moss. As the fragrance develops, leathery labdanum and the sweetness of myrrh and dark honey add to the warm, soft darkness, while wolves howl outside and pine tar makes a soft growling sound in the night.
Varuek awakens a similar feeling of strangeness and familiarity in me as Ambilux, but is even deeper and darker - and I do wonder a little whether regular use would awaken the she-wolf in me.
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