Minigolf

A scent, as it stands in (nature) beech. The mixture of cypress and frankincense in the main theme gives an astonishing aroma of itself that I have not yet smelled SO.
The small "introduction" with cardamom and pepper gives only a vague idea of what a first-class "lecture" a "professor of fragrances" follows.
Gently lulling with warm voice and smoky undertone. Green in the theme but also to one of the foremothers / fathers of the fragrance art, the incense leaned against and very mysterious, almost mystical, radiating.
Eau Des Baux" is not bound to any gender. (I generally don't assign fragrances to a "sex", but distinguish between e.g. "sweet, flowery" and "rough, woody". Or "light, aquatic" and "dark, smoky")
"Eau des Baux" has something slightly dark and smoky, but is also woody-vanilla with a hint of "healthy spice", which gives the fragrance something "noble" and a large portion of timelessness.
My nose, which knows many, many fragrances, can still be inspired and almost captured when the "fragrance theme",

Deep down in the core of my soul, this scent holds me captive. Reminds me of a medieval settlement.
A slightly warped house, with wood smoke coming out of its chimney. I'm always drawn near him, but don't dare go inside. NOT YET. Cause there's nobody home.
I wait, on bumpy, damp cobblestone the moon reflects. An elderly gentleman from the darkness behind bushes approaches me directly and asks for my desire. Friendly, but astonished to find a female being so late in the evening.
I don't talk long around "the hot stuff" and answer that it pushes me to look around this house because it reminds me of something I could only experience indoors.
So he invites me in, and I see fire burning in the brick fireplace, a cosy warmth surrounds me.
On the rough walls hang tanned leather, on a wooden table stands a stoneware vase with herbs, they smell bittersweet. And earthy.
It makes me feel at home in here. I want to stay. But it's just a dream. The scent of "leather, patchouli and woods" is real.
Now, all of a sudden, I know which real facts underlie this dream.
When I was a child, I often visited my grandmother in the neighbouring village. She actually lived in an ancient stone house. She didn't have a TV. But the old landlords often invited us to the evening television, there was also a stove, which was heated with wood.
And on the table were ALWAYS WIESENKRÄUTER in a vase. Mr. J. had a leather coat hanging from the hook in the hallway, the leather emanated an inimitable smell when he put it on or took it off.
After "leather" anyway, but also after "forest and meadow" slightly earthy, patchouli-like. Perhaps Mr. J. had one of those aftershaves that had penetrated his coat collar over the years. And then Mrs. J. made us a herbal tea that tasted delicious. All these "cozy" scents seem to reawaken in "Dharwah".
To put me into "dreams", which are not so "dreamlike", because it was true, that the evening "sitting in the living room" with the old couple J. together with grandma..

Sure, this scent can be controversial. Fragrance lovers who appreciate gently sweet roses can stumble over "Wild Roses" with their nose.
Even those who love it "bright and friendly".
But for me this fragrance is a true treasure trove of aromas, which I sometimes miss in "modern" rose fragrances.
This rose corresponds to the true nature of these flowers, which originally contain over 400 different scent molecules, very complex, from "spicy" to "green" to "indolent" and "flowery".
And in my opinion, this perfume embodies this complicated symphony of fragrances par excellence. Friendly, yes, but not "sugar sweet." This friendliness is rather slightly rough in nature. One should be able to interpret "Rough shell, soft core".
It is also surrounded by a kind of "darkness", one of the variety "deep and protective"
Everything is still supported by Patchouli and Vetyver, which makes "Wild Rose" very mystical and mysterious.
Anyone who has ever smelled unfilled, extremely prickly "wild roses" (mostly Rosa Gallica) knows what I mean,
Firstly, the "wild roses" are the origin of all fragrant roses, "refined" by ever new crossings.
Secondly, "wild roses" contain almost ALL fragrances together, which makes for an incredibly diverse aroma.
For me one of the ULTIMATIVE ROSE fragrances at all.

This fragrance is not just a fashionable skirmish to stick to the fragrance market, it's a big hit. A fragrance like from the best "times".
Here a fragrance house once again shows what it is capable of. Glowing reverence on my part for a fragrance I didn't even know last week, or knew that it existed.
And "glowing" is this "Suki Essence", the name sounds somehow "Japanese" but has as little to do with the Asian country as elephants with the North Pole.
"The wood fire is "glowing" and gives off an almost cotton-soft incense note, which enters into a competitive liasion with the roses. A hint of cinnamon makes the whole thing even more attractive.
The fruits of the "top note" don't remain silent during the whole fragrance process, but stay fine in the background as a "decorative accessory" without something "missing".
The soft amber and the somewhat "racke" oud in the base provide an extremely deep and interesting duel, as do the vanilla and the vetyver.
it's almost like a "mixed double", sometimes the vetyver plays with the oud, and no "winner" comes out. Then again the vanilla grabs the oud at the "Krawattl", without both being really "ready to fight". It is more of a "show duel" than if slaps in the face were faked by clapping hands close to the cheek of the opponent.
then Amber and vanilla "sing" again in the most beautiful duet, whereby the incense always remains the main actor.
Zistrose occasionally pulls out her black powder box and sprinkles a pinch among those present.
Being here as a "spectator" or "lurker" is like following a very exciting movie or television film. Whereby I sit comfortably on the mentioned cotton-soft cloud of incense and do everything from a slightly elevated position in succession and amicably.

...somehow a "library fragrance".
I feel like on a cold but sunny winter afternoon in the library.
I sit by the window and leaf through various books. Outside a fine haze appears, inside small dusts glisten in the incoming ray of light from the window and tumble back and forth by chance. I follow them with my eyes. The old book smells of me. Some reader before me had put herbs between the pages.
Years already they must have already spent in the book, but still smell.
I can see Korean leaves and cardamom leaves. A "branch" with three leaves and small fruit. Also the book itself is afflicted with a special "old paper scent", almost like "orange vanilla" with a woody creaky smell.
Meanwhile a tender, cold frost has formed outside at the bare tree in front of the library.
I briefly open the window and hear quiet little twigs cracking through the cold.
The sound and the scent I perceive become one.
Strange how sometimes everything fits together so well.
And this impression was not a mere imagination, because when I sprayed "Zizonia" on myself, this library scene "experienced" by me came to my mind again.
I even remember the title of the book. If it's still available, I'll get it out the next time I visit the library.
Rarely borrowed... hopefully the herbs are still in there....