Genoveva

I must have fallen asleep again... A lamb gently licks my hand. You touch my forehead, place herbs on it, they are warm and smell of a long-forgotten song. I can still hear it, hypnotically soft it envelops me from afar.
You give me milk to drink, anoint my eyes with your blood. The lambs dream of lush meadows, their breath is calm. I let go, no longer feel my body. You speak to me in a foreign language and it no longer frightens me. I am in this place that makes me forget everything I know...



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This scent is a riddle, I don’t know if I like it, but it takes me on a journey and I can’t help it, I surrender to it.
Wood, herbs, milk, and blood, and the warmth of an animal's body - yes, these are the images that arise within me and I read all the other reviews and do not find myself in them.
For me, it is not a simple scent, it demands something from me!
I set out on my way....

Rocky black earth still swallows the bitter scream. The night does not want to give up, murmurs sleepily. But something pushes and pushes, wants to go outside, wants to unfold, breaks layer by layer, tirelessly striving towards the light. Tiny leaf tips emerge, turning a delicate green as soon as the sun touches them. It grows and becomes stronger, blissfully soaking up every drop of dew, finally blooming completely in self-forgetful splendor. Faces draw near, voices whisper softly, moving away with a relaxed step...

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Every year, the first signs of spring are a wonder for me.
The garden of my childhood had a crocus meadow. There was nothing more beautiful!
The scent 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 depth that strangely pulls at them. Seeking red, yearning for a rumble, looking into each other's eyes, which are already feverish in anticipation of fear. They hold hands, breathe dusty air, smoky, mineral, take a step back, look around to see if anyone is coming, if anyone is speaking, ultimately alone with the depth that seems so comforting and it is so quiet around them, there, where a storm was just brewing inside them, they want to confront the fear, to overcome something they do not know what it actually is. The moment must be heavy with meaning, something inside them must tear open and then heal, yes, they are searching for that someone tells them that they are here and that it can be good, they wait for it like children. The wind picks up, shakes their legs, the abyss does not want them, pushes them back and they say relieved that it is time for the descent.

You are here.
You are not.
I can feel you, your presence fills the space around me.
I sing. A little friendly melody.
Very softly the notes rise, fall again, spread out and finally fade away.
The fog has come closer and closer, it changes every form.
I see my hands, the feet on the ground I can only sense through cautious steps.
The air around me feels soft and I now know for sure that you are here, shadowy figure, back there with the dancing birches and their shimmering elf hair.
The fog has gifted us this space, here we are safe.
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 respond to me.

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

The young fox stands in the sunlight.
His black fur is interwoven with silver.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me, tracking every one of my movements, I can feel it.
My hand opens slowly in slow motion, minutes pass, then finally I sense his presence, softly springy steps.
He eats hastily, his soft lips brush against 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 different from anything I have encountered so far.
The gentle animalic note is subtle, the leather is caressingly soft, a bit of sage and hay and dark jasmine round out the fragrance. It creates a cozy warmth within me, the feeling of having arrived, though I cannot describe it further.
There really was this encounter with the fox (not in the woods, but in an enclosure where two fox cubs abandoned by their mother were raised), a moment of happiness, this scent brought back that memory to me...