Genoveva

Stony black earth still swallows the bitter cry. Does not want to give up the night, murmurs sleepily. But something pushes and pushes, wants to get outside, wants to unfold, breaks layer by layer, strives tirelessly towards the light. It pushes tiny leaf tips that turn a delicate green as soon as the sun notices them, grows and becomes stronger, soaks up every drop of dew blissfully and finally blossoms completely in forgotten splendor. Faces approach, voices whisper softly, move away at a relaxed pace...

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Every year they are a miracle for me, the first heralds of spring.
The garden of my childhood days had a crocus meadow. There was nothing more beautiful!
The fragrance itself is woody, warm, slightly smoky with wonderfully delicate, very subtle floral hints.
Thanks to Floyd for the opportunity to test this special fragrance!

They stand exhausted at the edge of the volcano. Staring into the gray depths that strangely pull at them. Searching for red, longing for a rumble, looking into each other's eyes, which are already feverish in anticipation of fear. Holding hands, breathing dusty air, smoky, mineral, taking a step back, looking around to see if anyone is coming, if anyone is talking, finally alone with the depth that seems so comforting and it is so quiet around them, where just a moment ago a storm arose in them, they wanted to confront the fear, overcome something they don't know what it actually is. The moment has to be meaningful, tear something open inside them and then heal, yes, they are looking for someone to tell them that they are here and that it can be good, they are waiting for it like children. The wind picks up, shakes their legs, the abyss doesn't want them, pushes them back and they say with relief that it's time to descend.

You are there.
It's not you.
I can feel you, your presence fills the space around me.
I am singing. A little friendly melody.
The notes rise very softly, fall again, disperse and finally fade away.
The fog has come closer and closer, it changes shape. I can see my hands, I can only glimpse my feet on the ground with cautious steps.
The air around me feels soft and I now know for sure that you are there, a shadowy figure, back there by the dancing birch trees with their shimmering elven hair.
The mist has given us this space, we are safe here.
I walk towards you, through damp veils, delicate webs.
I walk and walk until my contours also dissolve, a vague trembling, a reflection, there they are again, the soft, friendly tones, this time you answer me.

Thanks to @Can777 for the opportunity to get to know this special fragrance.

The young fox stands in the sunlight.
His black fur is streaked with silver.
He doesn't take his eyes off me, follows my every move, I can feel it.
My hand opens in slow motion, minutes pass, then I finally sense his presence, velvety, springy steps.
He eats hastily, his soft lips graze me gently.
He is gone before I can close my hand again...
It smells of fur and warm skin, strangely familiar.

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Daim smells unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
The gentle animal notes are subtle, the leather is soft to the touch, some sage and hay and dark jasmine round off the fragrance. It creates something comforting and cozy in me, the feeling of having arrived, without me being able to describe it in more detail.
I actually had this encounter with the fox (not in the forest, but in an enclosure where two fox cubs that had been rejected by their mother were being raised) a moment of happiness, the memory of which was brought back to me by this scent...

The girl wakes up in the tower room. Her head rests securely in the depths of the pillow. The small window is open a crack, just wide enough for her to listen to the good-natured, sleepy conversation of some birds.
She puts on a robe and scurries down the wooden stairs. The garden welcomes her with the intoxicatingly heavy scent of jasmine. The girl sits down on a quiet bench and closes her eyes.
She knows that the red tomcat is already sitting next to her, feels the soft fur and rubs his head against the girl's warm hand.
She breathes the silky air of a beginning summer day.

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Flowers play the leading role here. Jasmine, daffodils, violets. I also detect delicate animal notes, well dosed so that they don't bother me. Lavender and raspberry do not reach me, perhaps they are just well interwoven, but I sense something like rose soap.
For me, it's the scent of a "daughter of a good family" who crosses her legs demurely.
Exciting to experience this fragrance once, but it doesn't (yet) reach my heart. However, nothing should be ruled out...