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Sleep Well Tea
The sun has just set.
You light the candles in your living room, one, two, three, ... until the whole room is bathed in the warm, flickering light of the flames.
Your book and cuddly blanket are already on the sofa, eagerly awaiting you.
It's been a stressful day, too many meetings, too many phone calls, and that one colleague who's always annoying... That's it for today, it's time to call it a day.
You put some water on and while the liquid slowly warms up, you put on a record with slow jazz music.
You breathe in. You breathe out. As you exhale, you let go of everything old, everything burdensome.
You turn back to your counter, reach for your favorite cup and pour the loose herbal tea blend into a tea strainer. The aromas of the dried herbs hit your nose: verbena, lavender, camomile, valerian.
The water comes to the boil, you grab the kettle and pour the steaming hot liquid over the herbs.
The gentle scent of the herbs immediately spreads throughout the room and mixes with the wax of the candles to create an olfactory embrace.
You stroll over to the sofa with the cup, curl up in your blanket and breathe in slowly again. And out again.
You open your book and immerse yourself in the story. Forget everything around you. Everything that was. In this moment, the letters carry you to distant lands and unknown worlds, while you end the day warm and safe, surrounded by the scent of herbs.
You light the candles in your living room, one, two, three, ... until the whole room is bathed in the warm, flickering light of the flames.
Your book and cuddly blanket are already on the sofa, eagerly awaiting you.
It's been a stressful day, too many meetings, too many phone calls, and that one colleague who's always annoying... That's it for today, it's time to call it a day.
You put some water on and while the liquid slowly warms up, you put on a record with slow jazz music.
You breathe in. You breathe out. As you exhale, you let go of everything old, everything burdensome.
You turn back to your counter, reach for your favorite cup and pour the loose herbal tea blend into a tea strainer. The aromas of the dried herbs hit your nose: verbena, lavender, camomile, valerian.
The water comes to the boil, you grab the kettle and pour the steaming hot liquid over the herbs.
The gentle scent of the herbs immediately spreads throughout the room and mixes with the wax of the candles to create an olfactory embrace.
You stroll over to the sofa with the cup, curl up in your blanket and breathe in slowly again. And out again.
You open your book and immerse yourself in the story. Forget everything around you. Everything that was. In this moment, the letters carry you to distant lands and unknown worlds, while you end the day warm and safe, surrounded by the scent of herbs.
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In a clearing in Norway...
...stands an old stave church. Built of wood hundreds of years ago, it steadfastly defies the weather. The bars creak under the last rays of the fading autumn sun.
A light breeze comes up and sweeps through the undergrowth. Was that something? You imagine you feel a small animal sneaking past. Was it a hare or a fox? It doesn't matter.
You are captivated by the sight of the impressive architecture and you remember your last church service and the smell of the incense burner.
The solemn atmosphere, all the gold and the magnificent paintings on the walls.
This stave church is much simpler, but impressive in a different way. Built in the raw wilderness and in harmony with nature and the seasons.
There is a rustling in the bushes and you catch a glimpse of a small elk striding slowly and majestically through the undergrowth. From time to time, it is bathed in an orange-yellow light by the slanting sun. You want to capture the moment, but just as suddenly as the moose has appeared, it has disappeared again.
A light breeze comes up and sweeps through the undergrowth. Was that something? You imagine you feel a small animal sneaking past. Was it a hare or a fox? It doesn't matter.
You are captivated by the sight of the impressive architecture and you remember your last church service and the smell of the incense burner.
The solemn atmosphere, all the gold and the magnificent paintings on the walls.
This stave church is much simpler, but impressive in a different way. Built in the raw wilderness and in harmony with nature and the seasons.
There is a rustling in the bushes and you catch a glimpse of a small elk striding slowly and majestically through the undergrowth. From time to time, it is bathed in an orange-yellow light by the slanting sun. You want to capture the moment, but just as suddenly as the moose has appeared, it has disappeared again.
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Smells like...
...a very flat, unspectacular version of pi. It lacks the freshness and fragrance, goes directly to the base, but smells VERY similar on my skin. After about 20 minutes, a whiskey-smoky note...
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This is not a love song...
When I recently wandered through the perfume department of a big department store chain again and worked through my test list, I sniffed this devil on the test strip and he knocked me down.
Spicy, herbaceous, different.
Sprayed on the skin... well... it is herbaceous and bitter, but unfortunately it is covered by "Puma cage". Very briefly the Patchouli looks around a far away corner, waves and is then already gone again. After about half an hour the Puma slowly retreats and... there it is: Leather marinated in oakmoss and honey. No trace of the expected sweetness.
The fragrance becomes slower and faster to a powdery "old men" fragrance.
Once the pungent, animal-like smell has faded away, I think Kouros is not bad at all and can also be worn by ladies. I still liked him better on the test strip
Spicy, herbaceous, different.
Sprayed on the skin... well... it is herbaceous and bitter, but unfortunately it is covered by "Puma cage". Very briefly the Patchouli looks around a far away corner, waves and is then already gone again. After about half an hour the Puma slowly retreats and... there it is: Leather marinated in oakmoss and honey. No trace of the expected sweetness.
The fragrance becomes slower and faster to a powdery "old men" fragrance.
Once the pungent, animal-like smell has faded away, I think Kouros is not bad at all and can also be worn by ladies. I still liked him better on the test strip
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