Top Notes 
Cinnamon
Orange
Bergamot
Heart Notes 
Iris
Amyris bark
Ylang-ylang
Base Notes 
Musk
Peru balsam
Gaiac wood
Patchouli
Rectangular Eyebrow
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... who speaks? ...
...nobody, right? I must still be dreaming, or am I already on the journey from dream to day? To daydream? - Whatever, we will see.
The dream last night. Or was the night a dream? - Questions and memories intertwine, dissolve, and intertwine again elsewhere. Perhaps images are not enough to understand, concepts even less so, other senses must help.
A cinnamon cloud presents itself with its spicy warmth. It seems to have stored something in its aromatic clouds. A feeling, a glow, a kind of love warmth still lingers. A sense of security in the hidden, in the secret, a kind of ... the thought remains unfinished. For it is the soft, orange freshness of an aromatic citrus fruit that now sets out to jog my memory. Interspersed with bright green, sour bergamot sprinkles with wake-up potential. That's right, now images gradually come, blurred sepia-powdered, half-dark smoky - iris and ylang-ylang enter the memory. The pulse rises almost imperceptibly, the heart dares not yet a complete memory sequence, prefers to remain in the vague, in the protective, diffuse bark breath and YY smoke. There, the event can retrogradely reshape itself with its subtle methods. Until it is good.
The skin, meanwhile, does not shy away from a precise memory. It is still moist, warmed by its broad encounter with a complementary skin. Their scents have mingled, their musk pearls have begun to flow, until they have expanded into a boundless something.
And this something knows the value of this shared reality. And it does not need to persist according to a measure of time; it lives in another world, to which time has no access. And where such a moment of oneness possesses the power to linger in timelessness.
And, as if to further enhance this felt impression, balsamic, resinous aromatic notes contribute their sweet validation of all of this. Which the heart can understand and accept well.
Herbaceous aromatic and spatially defined guaiac wood notes, soon flanked by soft patchouli earth, carry this experience into temporal consciousness, without wanting to continue it. It would only diminish the value of this experience, reducing it to something that could be desired.
And so it remains what it was and will continue to be. A true encounter, a deep reality that has inscribed its traces into the heart of skins, into the neural network of the brain, into the cells of the soul. What acts is real, whether we know it or not. ------
The dream last night. Or was the night a dream? - Questions and memories intertwine, dissolve, and intertwine again elsewhere. Perhaps images are not enough to understand, concepts even less so, other senses must help.
A cinnamon cloud presents itself with its spicy warmth. It seems to have stored something in its aromatic clouds. A feeling, a glow, a kind of love warmth still lingers. A sense of security in the hidden, in the secret, a kind of ... the thought remains unfinished. For it is the soft, orange freshness of an aromatic citrus fruit that now sets out to jog my memory. Interspersed with bright green, sour bergamot sprinkles with wake-up potential. That's right, now images gradually come, blurred sepia-powdered, half-dark smoky - iris and ylang-ylang enter the memory. The pulse rises almost imperceptibly, the heart dares not yet a complete memory sequence, prefers to remain in the vague, in the protective, diffuse bark breath and YY smoke. There, the event can retrogradely reshape itself with its subtle methods. Until it is good.
The skin, meanwhile, does not shy away from a precise memory. It is still moist, warmed by its broad encounter with a complementary skin. Their scents have mingled, their musk pearls have begun to flow, until they have expanded into a boundless something.
And this something knows the value of this shared reality. And it does not need to persist according to a measure of time; it lives in another world, to which time has no access. And where such a moment of oneness possesses the power to linger in timelessness.
And, as if to further enhance this felt impression, balsamic, resinous aromatic notes contribute their sweet validation of all of this. Which the heart can understand and accept well.
Herbaceous aromatic and spatially defined guaiac wood notes, soon flanked by soft patchouli earth, carry this experience into temporal consciousness, without wanting to continue it. It would only diminish the value of this experience, reducing it to something that could be desired.
And so it remains what it was and will continue to be. A true encounter, a deep reality that has inscribed its traces into the heart of skins, into the neural network of the brain, into the cells of the soul. What acts is real, whether we know it or not. ------
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