Top Notes 
Bulgarian lavender
Taif rose
Borneo oud
Mandarin orange
Muskrat
Sicilian lemon
Ylang-ylang
Yuzu
Heart Notes 
Indian rose
Deer musk
Tuberose
Champaca flower
Civet
Frangipani
Jasmine
Base Notes 
Castoreum
Haitian vetiver
Indian oud
Labdanum
Oak wood
Sweet vernal grass
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Was it all just a dream
For financial reasons, a "solution" had to be found quickly, so Zibet looked on Saturday evening in the Animal Net for a viable
implementation of the current events.
For the Beaver Castle has aged and no longer seems as cozy as it once did. After a long search, Zibi stumbled upon an older ad where a stag and his buddy Bisam were looking for two new roommates for a shared apartment.
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Suddenly, the door burst open; it was Beaver, completely soaked from the regulars' table, and he immediately lay down in the nest.
After the recurring fright, she wrote a few lines to the stag about the current state of the situation and whether the two spots were still available. The response came promptly with a yes. And the very next morning, the journey began. The destination lies in the notorious Bermuda Triangle, but Zibet and Beaver know their way around there well, having been there once before for a vacation. With Condor Airlines, it was a quick trip; the flight only took 5 minutes, and the dear stag was already ready to receive them. Bisam took the luggage, and they all quickly scurried into the jungle; the shared apartment is deep and hidden. There’s a trick: you have to crawl into a specific agarwood tree. The stag went first, and whoosh, he was gone.
Zibi, Bibi, and Bisam followed suit
and found themselves in a rose meadow, walking carefully paw to claw
over a wobbly earthen
bark suspension bridge, the ropes already infested with vetiver, yellow ylang cream hanging everywhere, but at the other end, colibries drink honeydew from colorful tuberose cups, wrinkled yuzu rolls over white flowers and through the grass all day long. Zibet and Beaver are impressed; they have never seen anything like this. It slowly starts to rain soap bubbles, a blue resinous lightning strikes the old oak, the earth softens, coffee beans in chocolate coats quickly zip into the dry underbrush seeking shelter with the strong stag.
But then suddenly, there’s a knock at the door, and Zibet wakes up startled and all sweaty, the whole keyboard drooled on. Beaver comes in with a bouquet of roses in hand and laughs a little behind his ear when he saw her like that. Zibet hugs him, gives a kiss on the nose, and says:
Do you know, my dear Beaver, what I just dreamed?
implementation of the current events.
For the Beaver Castle has aged and no longer seems as cozy as it once did. After a long search, Zibi stumbled upon an older ad where a stag and his buddy Bisam were looking for two new roommates for a shared apartment.
--------------------------------------------------------
Suddenly, the door burst open; it was Beaver, completely soaked from the regulars' table, and he immediately lay down in the nest.
After the recurring fright, she wrote a few lines to the stag about the current state of the situation and whether the two spots were still available. The response came promptly with a yes. And the very next morning, the journey began. The destination lies in the notorious Bermuda Triangle, but Zibet and Beaver know their way around there well, having been there once before for a vacation. With Condor Airlines, it was a quick trip; the flight only took 5 minutes, and the dear stag was already ready to receive them. Bisam took the luggage, and they all quickly scurried into the jungle; the shared apartment is deep and hidden. There’s a trick: you have to crawl into a specific agarwood tree. The stag went first, and whoosh, he was gone.
Zibi, Bibi, and Bisam followed suit
and found themselves in a rose meadow, walking carefully paw to claw
over a wobbly earthen
bark suspension bridge, the ropes already infested with vetiver, yellow ylang cream hanging everywhere, but at the other end, colibries drink honeydew from colorful tuberose cups, wrinkled yuzu rolls over white flowers and through the grass all day long. Zibet and Beaver are impressed; they have never seen anything like this. It slowly starts to rain soap bubbles, a blue resinous lightning strikes the old oak, the earth softens, coffee beans in chocolate coats quickly zip into the dry underbrush seeking shelter with the strong stag.
But then suddenly, there’s a knock at the door, and Zibet wakes up startled and all sweaty, the whole keyboard drooled on. Beaver comes in with a bouquet of roses in hand and laughs a little behind his ear when he saw her like that. Zibet hugs him, gives a kiss on the nose, and says:
Do you know, my dear Beaver, what I just dreamed?
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