Brida

A little girl was now an ancient flute woman.

So she lifted her ancient flute
and prayed it on television.
It was broadcast all over the world,
but again nothing happened.
“We still don’t reach many places,”
said Dr. Tonningworm.
“I’ll tell you what we need to do.
We need to launch her into the air,
High into the sky!”

The great nations of the world
came together
and built a large rocket,
which had roughly 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 outer space.
From the moon,
she saw the wonderful globe of Earth-
blue and peaceful
moving through space.
“My mother,” she sighed,
“my mother.”

She landed in the Pacific,
and the boys from the Navy
fished her out.


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

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The Blue Marble shows the famous photo of Earth, taken in 1972 by the crew of Apollo 17 on their way to the moon, as it displayed the vulnerability and uniqueness of Earth
in the vastness of space.
The scent consists of seven accords,
which represent the intertwined systems of our
Earth.
It is meant to inspire personal
reflection on these complex connections,
as well as to keep open the possibility to
perceive them from a different perspective.
Diane St.Clair enters here with Blue Marble
a completely new terrain for me,
that leaves the familiar 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 settled into the armchair
right next to the door.
A sweet warmth radiated from him
even though he did not smile.
His baggy corduroy pants
brought in the nutmeg-colored face
of autumn.
As every day, he asked for a drink
and lit his cigar.
The light warm enveloping scent
of vanilla rose up.
His eyes gazed into
a time that seemed far away.
He did not speak much.
Life had made him quiet.
Only the drawn lines
on his clothing
hinted at the stories
that life wrote for him.
Gentle clouds of thyme rose up
and painted their spicy pictures
in the autumn sky.
Golden moments flickered
amber-dotted on the horizon,
each in its own tone,
warming hearts from the past.
Thought-leaves fell
on patches of patchouli earth.
In small sandalwood boxes, rosy hands
enclosed collected memories
folded into little blossoms.
The rays of the autumn sun
streamed in through the window
and held the finely woven net
of his countless stories
like a precious treasure secured.
Almost two hours had passed,
when he stood up and left again.
However, his presence
could still be felt for a long time
and warmed the day.


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He has been gone for a long time.
This scent reminded me of him
and is linked to that time for me.
Ambre 114 is by no means an old man's scent, if my review has given you that impression.
Rather, it is a beautiful
warm enveloping autumn scent with
many facets that may always
leave you in awe.
Undoubtedly one of the most beautiful
amber fragrances with a varied
development and good longevity.

For me personally, it is not so important,
to recognize scents down to the smallest detail.
I admire all those here,
who possess this gift.
It simply makes me happy
to discover what they evoke in me or what feelings or memories are hidden within them.

I hope I could bring you a little closer to this
scent with my words.
Thank 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 overflowing spirituality
and everyone would listen to him like rabbits.
Her goal was the sanctuary of the cat goddess.
There, the magnificent jasmine
grew in all its fullness and grace.
She longed for the large bushes,
which, with their intoxicating clouds of fragrance
in the twilight,
magically made her forget
all the thoughts she had during the day.
They also alleviated the pain
that accompanied it.
The scent enveloped her.
It was so perfectly pure and beautiful,
that she was overwhelmed.
She knew nothing comparable.
In the chambers, there were many
small vials with precious
oils, but none of them had ever
captivated her like this.
Somehow, the scent reminded her
of her mother, who with her
ethereal beauty sometimes even frightened her.
She always had the feeling
that her mother was keeping a secret.
She had inherited her appearance from her
father,
only the high cheekbones
revealed the maternal part
of her heritage.
She loved her parents.
Love and spirituality were constantly present in them.
The crypt was not far away.
She just had to pass by the
animal-faced canopic jars.
She felt watched by them
and it was eerie to her.
Did they know something or did they
contain parts of her?
A slightly medicinal hypnotic
scent emanated from them.
In the crypt, it was dark and cool.
Only small torches gave a hint
of their interior.
Finally, she looked into their eyes.
The cat goddess. She was there.
Her presence filled her with strength.
Her body became her body.
Effortlessly, she glided in
and immediately felt
how all her qualities transferred to her.
Desires were awakened.
All her senses tuned in,
like countless whiskers.
Areas of her body that she had until now
only given the barest attention to
now demanded her full being.
Intoxicated, she savored every moment.
Dancing, she performed her initiation.
In the protection of darkness, thousands of jasmine stars
blossomed in the goddess's fur.
From now on, she was absolutely aware of her own beauty and power.




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Still far from being able to recognize and decipher fragrances in their individual notes, gradations, and forms,
this masterpiece has managed
to impress me with its intensity
and to write a review.


I hope I could bring you a little closer to this
extraordinary
scent for me.

Thank you for reading!

The old woman had long counted her days.
In her dwelling, which she lovingly called Jurtje, furs and leather blankets,
blackened by the soot of the constantly burning fire, protected her from the unrelenting cold.
The tooth of time had long claimed its own.
They still exuded the scent
of the animals whose bodies once clothed her.
From the ceiling hung the club
of her only remaining reindeer.
It had not been easy for her to
sacrifice the last companion in this wilderness.
Silently, she looked over there and remembered
the times they spent together.
The brew of birch was bubbling in the cauldron
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 spirits.
Slender birch maidens danced
around her, their heads adorned
with ringing delicate leaves.
They sang songs of past summers, in which their roots still
reached the cooling nourishing moisture.
The old woman sank deeper into the earth
below.
In gentle spirals, she glided through
layer by layer of the earth's interior.
Shadows appeared and
disappeared again.
Visions of those she
knew all too well and loved
and who now appeared to her as if cast in resin.
Beings that had crossed her path
on her long life journey
and who had long since
spread their wings.
At some point, she felt
she had arrived.
She felt her heart pulsating
and an unprecedented all-encompassing
warmth spread through her body.
Boundaries dissolved.
Was it still her body that
she felt there, or did it belong to the past?
She did not know.
Warm-hearted roses cradled her and
gently stroked her departing soul.
She felt at home.


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Antonio Lasheras with his label Mallo has made it his mission to
produce fragrances in small batches using selected natural raw materials within a project.
His vision is to store or recall memories through scents to enable a connection to our origins.
I really like his concept and am
excited to see what else he will bring
forth.



Far from being able to recognize and decipher fragrances in their individual notes, gradations, and forms,
this scent has nevertheless managed
to burn itself into my heart
and inspire me to write my first review.
Fragrances generally reveal themselves to me
in images and in my imagination
of them, I try to describe.

Thank you all for reading!