What is this musk supposed to be?
Vernacular?
With the Aesculapian snake, that sounds like a convoluted sexually transmitted disease!
Wait a moment, wet my finger, consult the ton-heavy Hachette Langenscheidt for “vernaculaire,” page by page…
Pah!
Just a tiny entry with an additional word: langue vernaculaire - native language.
Alright, alright, Uncle Internet should be a bit more talkative.
Tippleditipp…
Ah yes, the same again: native. Or regional.
Interesting.
So, native musk, or rather regional musk, is what’s in this voodoo doll.
Is musk now being named according to its location?
Like with local wine?
Some sort of Kröver Nacktarsch or Hochheimer Königin Victoriaberg?
I mean, between pleasure and frustration, there should certainly be a slope to be found for this musk.
Let’s see what might come to mind after the olfactory assault.
Hiss!
Oh, oh, oh, it’s getting a bit, how should I put it, incontinent and impertinent here.
At all the urologist congresses, Mr. Bodin is really getting quite wet with me!
Hay, bringing a white flower and even ylang to urinate requires quite a bit of successful dosing knowledge, my dear Mr. Weak Bladder Association.
Is there perhaps honey and currant in there too?
If so, then it’s so overdriven that you can’t perceive it as such and you get a powerful urine impression.
Regardless, speculation aside, this stuff is simply not meant for inexperienced noses.
Poor creatures, they would be marked for life!
But it’s not that bad, let me tell you.
Anyone who has smelled hay in its various stages knows that it can also smell a bit sourly “wet.”
But I perceive something else here.
A lovely civet is on the lookout for mating opportunities.
Oh dear…
Additionally, amyris, a type of sandalwood from the Caribbean and Central America, whose rather sharp yet warm oils further stoke the fire here.
Vulgo Bavarian: wood in front of the hut!
Frangipani and benzoin provide a benevolent rounding off with their warm, vanillic tones. The flower also has a slight marzipan scent.
Yet they are kept quite small by the sour notes.
So this is how the regional musk is supposed to be, not typically creamy dull or even stuffy, no, bright and clear here, somewhat floral but already located near the reproductive organs, so to speak, pissy. But just enough that it doesn’t annoy or even cause nausea.
At least not for me.
Now you think this pervert here doesn’t have all his cups in the cupboard.
And it itches at my fingers to click the snitch button.
But I would like to explain myself as follows.
My profile picture here in the forum shows my dearly loved and well-tended sage bush in the garden.
Unfortunately, we rarely reach such high temperatures and harsh conditions in our homeland as by the Mediterranean, so the sage here smells rather leisurely.
But it’s different further south.
Scorching sun and dryness let the other, the true nature of the herb “stink.”
Sometimes it can have human associations.
Sweat or even urine can be nuanced to perceive.
Lavender can also trigger something similar in the brain under certain circumstances.
However, these plants do not have to urinate.
It’s us who get this idea of the smell.
Therefore, something in our body resembles their essential oils.
Anyway, in all this digressive chatter, I scared off the civet.
Damn it, it was in a hurry with the scent progression!
What remains are sharply metallic flowers, comforting resins, and rural, indeed rural.
I get the overall impression of one of those disreputable Chypre stinkers from the interwar period.
So, live now, pay later.
I wouldn’t put my hand in the fire, but sometimes one could title the main ingredient as follows, according to local dialect and quite pragmatic action.
Make-Yourself-Naked-Musk.
The one wonderful location between Eltville and Oestrich-Winkel on the Rhine, I certainly won’t reveal, the consequences of mass migrations have already been painfully experienced by Rüdesheim and its ilk.
But let it be said, the congenial idea of combining hay and warm ylang is rather sexy.
Boy, a giant is harvesting here!
Keyword to benefactor Cenno: sea wolf.
Such a thing should of course be PROHIBITED!