Delightful

Gnorbor, the ancient oak, once whispered a tale through its gnarled branches, which elemiharian green was carried into the flora and fauna.
It was about the time when juniper was tangy fresh and its needles sparkled ethereally spicy through the woods.
A time when damp mist came like lovely billowing incense from the oak roots and bathed the forest in balsam mystical thoughts.
From the rough bark resins dripped like tears.
They dripped onto the lush, lush forest floor, where they smelled benzoewarm and grew grassy in cypriole.
As if in a round dance, the mosses danced on the balsamic trees and became woody myrrh.
Now the forest stands scarred by age.
With dry glades, on the sides of which still stand strong trees with crowns of citrus-green leaves in rough, creaky barks.
An echo of history continues to echo resinously through the mists of incense still billowing from the roots..
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Falling Trees fragrance makes me feel like I'm standing in an ancient forest.
The rough bark and moss there smell woody - resinous, the juniper, as well as the leaves of the oaks spicy to green-citrus. Yes, and the sandy soil rises like dusty lovely incense mist.
A really quite beautiful fragrance.

With dear thanks to Floyd!

Nature
awakens promisingly.
Come with me to the Verbena Valley,
where sharp green
in citrusy lights
flickers.
Dive under showers of herb
the peel-herb
nourishing melon drops patter.
Feel blossom-tender lemon winds and
breathe the fresh
Kaffir lime sparkle.
Bed yourself
on lovely violet petals,
there you rest
and enjoy all the
fruity cool green in the becoming.
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Samara begins with me clearly radiantly tart, sharp-green and lovely-citrusy, before it then goes into a more earthy base after about 4 hrs. The but green remains infused.
A wonderful fragrance that has something radiantly bright and ethereally soothing for me.
Just like the fresh awakening of green nature....

"A pluvial walk through the nascent spring with her dangling tree seeds and unfolding secrets...."
Writes Gather Perfumes about their fragrance Samara.

Samara, by the way, is also called the fruit seeds of the elm tree.
(Included in the fragrance notes: elm seeds)
They are so-called flying fruits or just samara.

With thanks to the dear UntermWert :)!

It cracks, crackles and smokes beautifully, Oud's fire.
Thick smoke rises slowly, wild and spicy.
With sandalwood fans Oud puts smoke signals in the charred air.
"Bring berries, or the fire will go out!"
That's his message.
Under the burning wood golden brown coals glow like ambers and in between Oud throws vanilla beans into it, then it hisses so beautifully and the smoke thickens sweetly.
Oud loves its fire, the fragrant, dense smoke, but it likes berries too.
When they burst sweetly on the palate,
he always starts smacking loudly.
They bring the berries, though not many, some Oud burns on the long stem.
Then Oud's fire blazes once again and fruity aromas rise up.
Mild are now the last wisps of smoke, slightly spicy can still be guessed.
A few berries with vanilla he has ground in the sooty black hands,
he enjoys the aroma and is
highly satisfied...


A truly delightful fragrance.
Spicy smoke that through amber, vanilla and berries dry lovely finish.
With many thanks to Bloodxclat :)

In the dry darkness
glow promising,
fresh and tart flickering blood orange lights.
Onward, onward, through warm,
hazy wafts of tobacco,
with aromatic spice ballads.
You start against the night
soft vanilla melodies to whisper,
it's like a soothing sandalwood whisper.
Through dark, smoky oud
you will walk.
The seduction of gloom
pulls at you,
gloriously lovely.
If now the brightness drove away all blackness, and only balmy incense remained,
then the smoky dark
would be only as a lovely spicy shadow in you and would be all,
all that remains!

But there remains wonderful warm smoky spicy darkness! ..

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A quite wonderful perfume :) ..
With many thanks to Floyd!

In the light-filled forest, wooden and green,
walk on warm paths.
Silence and stillness only,
Redwood whisper.
Deep, ginger sage fresh breaths.
Through the needles,
herbaceous aromatic whispers.
Into the branches,
Incense wide, are the thoughts.
From trunk to bark,
feel the resin pulsing, and beneath you, the woody lush earth.
To the deep roots,
it flows soothingly warm brew, like dark, tart dry-spicy cocoa.
Under solid ground.

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Woody Mood (Woody Mood)
is a scent, to me, like walking in a wooded clearing, in the warm sunlight.
At the beginning it smells like dry, warm wood, a little resinous,
of balsamic dusty soil and also of a wonderful green, slightly sharp freshness.
Then the scent becomes warm and aromatically deep.
This depth I like very much and I smell quite clearly the cocoa, which comes absolutely dry, dark and slightly tart.
This fragrance is like leaning in or letting yourself fall.
Everything in the Woody Mood radiates for me a comforting calm.
A quite wonderful woody spicy fragrance.
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[Dear thanks to Medianus76.]