Brida

Little girl was now an ancient flute woman.

So she picked up her ancient flute
and prayed it on television.
It was broadcast to the whole world,
but again nothing happened.
"We are not reaching many places yet,"
said Dr. Tonningworm.
"I'll tell you what we have to do.
We have to get them into the air,
Up into the sky!"

The great nations of the world
joined forces
and built a great rocket,
which had approximately the shape
of a flute.
They attached a capsule,
into which the old woman was to go.
They gave her a microphone
and explained to her
how to handle it.
At the top they attached two huge
Speakers, and they shot
the rocket high above the earth
and around the moon.

She prayed the song in space.
From the moon
she saw the wonderful globe-
blue and peaceful
she moved through space.
"My mother," she sighed,
"my mother."

She landed in the Pacific,
and the boys from the navy
fished her up.


Excerpt from the book by Tony Shearer
The Prayer Flute - The Song of Mother Earth

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The Blue Marble features the famous photograph of Earth taken in 1972 by the crew of Apollo 17 on their way to the moon, when it showed the vulnerability and uniqueness of Earth
in the vastness of space.
The fragrance consists of seven accords,
that represent the interwoven systems of our
Earth.
It is intended to inspire personal
to reflect on these complex connections,
as well as provide the opportunity to
them from a different perspective
to perceive.
With Blue Marble, Diane St. Clair is entering
a completely new terrain for me,
that leaves the usual comfort zone.


Thank you all so much for reading!!!

There was a knock at the door.
Like a daily ritual
the grandfather stood there.
Silently he came in
and sat down on the armchair
right next to the door.
A sweet warmth emanated from him
emanated, though he did not smile.
His baggy corduroy pants
carried the nutmeg-colored face
of autumn in.
As he did every day, he asked for a drink
and lit his cigar.
The light warm enveloping scent
of vanilla rose.
As he did so, his eyes gazed into
a time that seemed far in the past.
He did not speak much.
Life had left him silent.
Alone the drawn streets
on his clothes
let the stories guess,
which his life wrote for him.
Gentle clouds of thyme rose
and painted their spicy pictures
into the autumn sky.
Golden moments flickered
amber-dotted on the horizon,
each in its own tone,
Warming hearts from the past.
Leaves of thought fell
on patchouli patches.
In small sandalwood boxes enclosed rosy hands
collected memories
folded into small flowers.
The rays of the autumn sun
fell in at the window
and held the finely woven web
of his innumerable stories
like a precious treasure secured.
Almost two hours had passed,
there he stood up and went off again.
His presence, however
was still long to feel
and warmed the day.


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He's long gone.
This fragrance reminded me of him
and is linked with me to that time.
Ambre 114 is by no means an old man fragrance, if my review this impression
should have aroused with you.
Rather, it is a beautiful
warmly enveloping autumn fragrance with
many facets that always
again in amazement to put like.
Undoubtedly one of the most beautiful
Amber fragrances with a varied
Course and good durability.

For me personally it is not so important,
Fragrances to the smallest detail to recognize.
I admire all those here,
who possess this gift.
It just makes me happy,
to discover what they trigger in me or what feelings or memories lie hidden in them.

I hope I could give you this
Scent with my lines a little
bring closer.
Thanks to you for reading !

She had taken the opportunity
and sneaked out of the palace.
Her father's monologues about
the one God did not interest her.
As always, he would sink into his exuberant spirituality
and everyone would listen to him like rabbits
listen to him like rabbits
Their destination was the sanctuary of the cat goddess.
There grew the magnificent jasmine
in all its abundance and grace.
She longed for the large bushes,
with their beguiling clouds of fragrance
in the evening twilight,
all the thoughts she had during the day,
magically made her forget them.
They also soothed the pain
that came with it.
The scent enveloped her.
It was so perfectly pure and beautiful,
that she was overwhelmed.
She knew nothing like it.
In the chambers there were many
small vials with precious
Oils, but none of them had
ever captivated her like this.
Somehow the smell reminded her
of her mother, who had
with her unearthly beauty
sometimes even instilled fear in her.
She constantly had the feeling that
her mother was keeping a secret.
She had inherited her appearance from her
Father,
only the high cheekbones
betrayed the maternal part
of her origins.
She loved her parents.
Love and spirituality were always present in them.
The crypt was not far away.
She only had to pass the
animal-faced canopic jars.
She felt that they were
and it was eerie for her.
Did they know something or did
they contained parts of her?
A slightly medically hypnotic odor emanated from them
Smell emanated from them.
It was dark and cool in the crypt.
Only small torches gave an inkling
of her interior.
At last she looked into her eyes.
The cat goddess. She was there.
Her presence filled her with strength.
Her body became her body.
Effortlessly, she had slipped inside
and immediately felt
how all her qualities were transferred to her.
Desires were awakened.
All her senses stood on end,
like countless whiskers.
Areas of her body to which she had until now
only the most necessary attention,
now demanded her full being.
Intoxicated, she savored every moment.
Dancing, she performed her initiation.
Under the cover of darkness,
thousands of jasmine stars
in the fur of the goddess.
From then on, she was absolutely aware of her own beauty and power.




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Still far from being able to recognize and decode fragrances in their individual notes, nuances and manifestations,
this masterpiece has managed
to impress me with its intensity
and to write a review
to write a review


I hope I was able to show you this
for me extraordinary
Fragrance a little closer with it.

Thank you for reading!

The old woman's days were long numbered.
In her dwelling, which she affectionately called Jurtje, furs and leather blankets,
blackened by soot from the constantly burning fire, protected her from the incessant cold.
The ravages of time had long since claimed them as their own.
They still exuded the smell
of the animals whose bodies they once clothed.
Hanging down from the ceiling was the club
of their only remaining reindeer.
It had not been easy for her to
the last companion in this wasteland
to sacrifice.
She looked there silently and remembered
the times they had spent together.
The brew of the birch trees bubbled in the kettle
over the fire and her tears filled
the room.
The smoke and the smell of tar
put her into a twilight sleep
and into the realm of the spirits.
Slender birch girls danced
around her and their heads were
adorned with tinkling delicate leaves.
They sang songs of summers past, when their roots still
reached the cooling nourishing wetness.
The old woman sank deeper and deeper into the earth
down.
In gentle spirals she slid through
Layer after layer of the earth's interior.
Shadows appeared and disappeared again
disappeared again.
Faces of those she knew
knew and loved all too well
and who now seemed to her as if cast in resin
appeared to her
Beings that she had encountered on her long
Journey through life
and who had long since
had spread their wings.
At some point, she had the feeling that she had
to have arrived.
She felt her heart pulsating
and a never before experienced all-encompassing
Warmth spread through her body.
Boundaries dissolved.
Was it still her body at all that
she felt there or was it a thing of the past?
She did not know.
Warm-hearted roses bedded her and
gratefully caressed her wandering soul.
She had the feeling of being at home.


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Antonio Lasheras and his Mallo label have made it their mission to
within a project to produce fragrances in small batches with selected natural raw materials.
His vision is to use fragrances to store or recall memories in order to enable a connection to our origins.
I really like his concept and am
excited to see what else will come from him
will come.



Far from being able to recognize and decode fragrances in their individual notes, nuances and manifestations,
this fragrance has nevertheless managed
to burn itself into my heart
and write my first review.
Fragrances are always revealed to me
in images and in my imagination
of them, I try to describe them.

Thank you for reading!