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Vetiver07/26/2024
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Suada of a mummy
About 6666 years ago, I was a young woman, born in Egypt, not
particularly pretty, defiant and headstrong. I wanted to travel, learn something new
but above all to be free. In my parental home, freedom was only something
for men. When a gentleman asked me to marry him, all I heard from morning till night was:
"He's a good match". Yes, he was, although much older than me, but
wealthy and in a good position. He was an embalmer. But I didn't want to give up my freedom for
Give up my freedom for a marriage. The worst thing was his smell. He
himself claimed it was vetiveria. To me, he smelled like earth, roots and
rotting wood. He smelled of the grave. A marriage with him seemed like a
death to me Death. I told him all this without hesitation, I've always been impulsive
and direct. That was a mistake. He asked me for one last meeting. Far away from
our property, he lit a fire from which a balsamic, ethereal
Smoke rose. I inhaled this fragrance and suddenly I could no longer move my
Limbs and could no longer see anything. All I had left was this
Smell, and I didn't lose consciousness either. He performed a ritual on me
and I understood that he wanted to have me for himself forever. He rubbed me
with a sticky, brown mass that contained balsamic-sweet patchouli, also
Amber ambra, also sensual scents of roses, cistus resin and
Guaiac wood...
At this point I have to end my little story abruptly. My husband has
read it and found it repulsive and creepy. He even said that if
he had known about my sick imagination not quite 6666 years ago when he first met me, he
Imagination, his marriage proposal would not have passed his lips so easily Lips so easily. The story may be repulsive, but the perfume I'm writing about is
is beautiful, fascinating, but unfortunately far too little noticed.
Thank you for reading,
Your Sapho
particularly pretty, defiant and headstrong. I wanted to travel, learn something new
but above all to be free. In my parental home, freedom was only something
for men. When a gentleman asked me to marry him, all I heard from morning till night was:
"He's a good match". Yes, he was, although much older than me, but
wealthy and in a good position. He was an embalmer. But I didn't want to give up my freedom for
Give up my freedom for a marriage. The worst thing was his smell. He
himself claimed it was vetiveria. To me, he smelled like earth, roots and
rotting wood. He smelled of the grave. A marriage with him seemed like a
death to me Death. I told him all this without hesitation, I've always been impulsive
and direct. That was a mistake. He asked me for one last meeting. Far away from
our property, he lit a fire from which a balsamic, ethereal
Smoke rose. I inhaled this fragrance and suddenly I could no longer move my
Limbs and could no longer see anything. All I had left was this
Smell, and I didn't lose consciousness either. He performed a ritual on me
and I understood that he wanted to have me for himself forever. He rubbed me
with a sticky, brown mass that contained balsamic-sweet patchouli, also
Amber ambra, also sensual scents of roses, cistus resin and
Guaiac wood...
At this point I have to end my little story abruptly. My husband has
read it and found it repulsive and creepy. He even said that if
he had known about my sick imagination not quite 6666 years ago when he first met me, he
Imagination, his marriage proposal would not have passed his lips so easily Lips so easily. The story may be repulsive, but the perfume I'm writing about is
is beautiful, fascinating, but unfortunately far too little noticed.
Thank you for reading,
Your Sapho
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