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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.
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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?
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As always, great writing.
Wonderful, this wild animal party 😂 With Yuzu citrus included, I’m even more excited about it!! 😊
Basically, it's Bativa Oud, with the soap bubbles and blue lightning at the beginning and end (for me, yes!!!!) :) But in the middle, there's a fabulous rose oud full of colors-brown, red, yellow, violet, green, gray, white-with a hint of thinner like white wall paint. Rubber flowers, narcotic, creamy, heavy yet light as air. The oud has only a little coffee, cocoa, and almond left; the rose oud accord is the same as in Oud Sublime, just dirtier. Now, about Zibi and Co.
It's a collaborative project with delicate leather, crystal musk, and soft fur-too little for me, but ideal here. The yuzu is amazing; from start to finish, it captures the moist rainforest, providing freshness. It’s needed because sometimes the oud can smell musty if it’s been too long or overlooked.
But I love this moldy animalic quality; the lavender with the deer reminds me of Musk Lave, that rose oud also reminds me of MGO.
This one is wonderful!
Whether neroli drops or lavender light.
I don’t know what hits **YOU**.
Crazy! Because dirty is clean.
I don't locate MGO in Madjenoen. Not a bit. 😄 Batavia Ucca is of course related. Well spotted.
A NINE tells me - it’s beavering in the underpants. 🙈