08/07/2025

TrudonHino
9 Reviews

TrudonHino
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Pan-Slavic fairy tale
A meadow mown in the height of summer. It is briefly dominated by galbanum green, sharp to intrusive and damp. There is a a whiff of juicy acidity. It is tempered by the bitterness and delicate sweetness of the just-mown slender stems of grasses and meadow herbs (the scent of yarrow). The meadow grasses gradually dry up, the time of rest is sweet, a thrown sharpening stone rolls on the ground. The soapy, gooey scent of crushed kernels enters the meadow for a while, rather tactlessly. The breakneck contrasts finally combine into a pollen-sweet nutty vetiver placed on a pile of freshly dried hay.