Delightful

In the fresh moss-green dawn they begin their day's work.
Resourcefully nimble spruce gnomes smoke strong, spicy-smelling black tea.
There in the incense they carry fragrant fir baskets for transport.
Balsamic sweet myrrh steam makes thinking herbaceously clear.
Resinous fresh spruce smolders in the sooty smokehouse and resourceful nimble spruce dwarves turn aromatic resinous wood tarry pine coals.
Then, in the initial evening glow
flutter needle-green hemlock butterflies darkly blissful, Around a nearby campfire.
And bright ethereal glow fragrant balsam fir flames.
The resourceful nimble spruce gnomes now shine darkly, Sitting by the blissful light, drinking their lapsang souchong tea....

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The Murkwood starts out with a nice, strong mossy freshness on me, but it soon blends with the smoky notes of the Lapsang Souchong tea.
Due to the smoking process, the smoke note is very present, seems in my nose typical smoky spicy, strong dark. [brief, slight association with licorice root]
For a moment, this smoke covers with me all freshness from the start.
But then the green fir scents and that moss come through again and are interspersed with myrrh and frankincense.
An extremely beautiful and exciting forest fragrance, which surprises just by this smoke tea note.



*[ A heartfelt thanks to Floyd :) ]

With the last strokes of the sandpaper, over the soft pine wood, he is done.
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and surrenders to the ethereal scent of resin and wood.
After letting the trunk of the old pine dry for a year, so that the fine resin could flow out and all moisture could dry off in peace,
he had now worked for 6 months on the light and strong-smelling wood.

Now he was finished, it has become a beautiful rocking chair, one of his best.
From the bed wafted the mild scent of wildflowers.
He tries sitting in the rocking chair for the first time.
Everything fits and nestles beautifully.
Now lost in that aromatic pine scent, he dreams away....

He sits on the veranda, holding a glass of gin in his hand, the spicy smoke of the slowly dying oak wood rising to his nose.
Singing from an old gramophone
Louis Daniel Armstrong "What a wonderful world."
The rocking chair squeaks slightly under the rhythmic rocking.

... then, he fell asleep....


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Pine Barrens is a wonderfully powerful pine scented perfume.
As if a pine tree was squeezed and the juice along with the fibers was filled into the bottle.
Unfortunately, he keeps on my skin only about 3 hours clearly, before he then already skin close.
In the time he smells but quite passably at an arm's length away from the body.

*With a very heartfelt thanks to
Floyd :)

Rain falling on cedars.
Black spruce holding hands with balsam fir.
Eucalypt myrtle meandering in the cypress riverbed.
And beguilingly sweet the rhododendron wafting.
Mushrooms hiding behind the monard and thyme ethereal scents waft.


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Olympic Rainforest is a very successful forest scent.
The mushrooms come across very mild and fragrant to me, but probably goes differently.
He becomes on my skin later fresh-woody and creamy.
A really very nice, and portable fragrance

(A very dear thanks to Floyd :) )

The morning dawns,
i walk through the forest standing in a wet misty haze.
Branches pregnant with spring, full of budding leaves, tower far above the path.
Hazy it rises to the treetops, into the sky blue.
A scent of ethereal fragrances soothes the spirit.
The scent of pine needles lying beside, leaves decayed almost beyond recognition.
An ending that prepares for something new, gives life.
Old, almost powdering, wood is absorbed by the damp earth framed by young moss.
Into it mixes a delicate freshness,
A fragrance like the tart-green leaves and fine-sweet blossoms, of a distant mayweed growing and sprawling over the forest floor..

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The interaction of the fragrance notes is really very authentic to the forest fragrance after.
With me, it becomes after about 3 hrs. skin close, but remains as a beautiful, distinct forest scent on my skin.

*Again, a very big thanks to Floyd :)

Through the forest she runs,
barefoot,
into the fir thicket.
Into the needle-covered earth, her feet dig deep.
She stops, pauses, just for a moment.
Dark hair falls in her face, smeared with spicy tincture.
She breathes deeply, she breathes quietly.
She sinks down, by the tree, into the moss.
Like honey, resin wets her hands.
Then, a sound, ethereal smoke rises to her nose, a feeling of secure longing comes.
She looks up, he reaches out to her.
They touch, an embrace.
He smells of juniper incense and fern.
She holds him close.

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A wonderfully authentic forest scent that inspires.
Many many thanks to Floyd :)