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... and the sky is perplexed...
Who has turned back the clock? - No, not forward, but backward!?
This shift in the direction of time has alarmed the Celestial Council. What is happening with humanity? Are they about to forget everything they have learned on their spiritual development path? Are they so blindly at the mercy of their instincts? The same blind evolution that has given rise to survival competition? Have people forgotten that they possess a spirit? That distinguishes them from the animal kingdom?
This alarming development requires consultation at the highest level. The 'Atman Project' is at risk of failing. The breath of the Supreme, Brahman, breathed into eager souls, the Atmans, who are to be born on Earth to share their experiences in physical transience with the Supreme Spirit, threatens to withdraw from the animated creation.
Therefore, the management of the Atman Project has established a task force. An initial meeting is to analyze the current situation and develop solution strategies.
Location: RumCloud No. 7
Time: when it is ripe, one will know
So far, so good. But wasn’t there an agreement at the beginning of the project? Which severed humanity from the spiritual creation level? A free will was granted, which was supposed to enable people to pursue their own spiritual path. 'There can be no retreat now, this spirit is out of the bottle, the milk is spilled. Now we have to deal with the unpleasant realities,' it is stated from the ranks of the task force.
One fact is that human thinking is not truly free, but derives its content primarily from the oldest instinctual realm: reproductive optimization and self-assertion. These are the spiritually blind eyes of evolution, which have rewarded the most aggressive and invasive behaviors.
Now, however, we also have the freedom to question our 'automatic' thought contents in REFLECTING and put them to the test. Many are already succeeding quite well! Only, others, the most invasive representatives of our species, are coming to power.
The world currently offers some impressive examples. Autocrats and aggressors seize control of world design, refusing to accept any other world order. Megalomania on their side. Often, it is weak, wounded egos, who, out of fear of insignificance or loss of control, keep spiraling higher. These are fears that flee into gigantism. All this with the friendly support of reproductive instincts, which in ancient times ensured that material superiority increased reproductive chances. Valid in a system where there was never enough, as in hunter-gatherer times. That made sense, but only because the material blessings of the successful were distributed to all. This part, however, is often conveniently neglected nowadays.
And the way out? - Let’s remain vigilant. Let’s pay attention and become aware of what is happening. Then everything can turn out well. Because the empathetic and humanistic people are in the majority, even if they are still quite quiet.
Unfortunately, unfortunately, there is no minutes of this task force meeting at RumCloud No. 7. The results will not be communicated to us.
But we possess a tool, our consciousness, that allows us to redirect the flow of time back forward. Towards the progress of our spirit, which is fruitful, community-oriented, and thus sustainable, whenever its efforts extend beyond the interests of individuals.
*****
Now to the scent. It is pure enjoyment and relaxation, as one could only create for meetings in the clouds, symbolically speaking.
A hearty toast with smoky rum to welcome. Bitter orange flanks and emphasizes its aroma, making it shine. Likewise, other citrus notes, whose mild freshness slowly transitions to the finely aromatic Sichuan pepper, whose spiciness is tempered by the slightly bitter angelica. In this olfactory tension field, the senses are now wide awake and can embark on their journey of enjoyment.
With prominent bright tobacco, the HN continues. A fine honey note supports its softness. A mild peace pipe is lit, and one feels the desire to inhale the breath of peace deeply. Enjoyably, the eyes close, and the senses receive a caramel kiss, more aromatic than sweet.
The otherwise stern incense is quite mild and contributes to a contemplative mood with its reverent accord. How fitting! Do we remember? We are in a meeting of heavenly beings searching for a way out for humanity. And in difficult, complex situations, one tends to find useful inspirations more during meditation than during thinking. The latter shows its true value only in the subsequent second step: in sorting and articulating the ideas gained.
The serious incense is accompanied by the floral realm. Rose and iris exude with dignity, and frangipani gives us a twist towards fresh-fruity leniency. They form the modulating overtones of the incense message, which always has something to do with responsibility, but also with connection to the greater whole.
The BN starts with naturally graceful beeswax. This component remains very present in the foreground for a long time, which I consider a point of criticism. Under the wax, the earthy notes do not have it easy to emerge. Perhaps this could be understood as a separating layer between above and below, between angel cloud and earth.
With a delay, therefore, hardly distinguishable individually, enchanting tones of the earthly realm join in. Bittersweet, warm myrrh as a peacemaker, alluring labdanum, soft vanilla notes. 'People want to love and inscribe their love into the earthly realm,' they seem to want to call out to the heavens. Deep earthly fragrances of sandalwood, oud, patchouli, a pinch of cocoa, and sweet resin are also ready.
The BN is very dense, but not heavy, and not dark either. A lot of hope has been built in. Hope and reliability.
(Cautious dosing is advisable with this concentrated fragrance.)
A heartfelt thank you to @Paloma58 for this inspiring testing opportunity.
This shift in the direction of time has alarmed the Celestial Council. What is happening with humanity? Are they about to forget everything they have learned on their spiritual development path? Are they so blindly at the mercy of their instincts? The same blind evolution that has given rise to survival competition? Have people forgotten that they possess a spirit? That distinguishes them from the animal kingdom?
This alarming development requires consultation at the highest level. The 'Atman Project' is at risk of failing. The breath of the Supreme, Brahman, breathed into eager souls, the Atmans, who are to be born on Earth to share their experiences in physical transience with the Supreme Spirit, threatens to withdraw from the animated creation.
Therefore, the management of the Atman Project has established a task force. An initial meeting is to analyze the current situation and develop solution strategies.
Location: RumCloud No. 7
Time: when it is ripe, one will know
So far, so good. But wasn’t there an agreement at the beginning of the project? Which severed humanity from the spiritual creation level? A free will was granted, which was supposed to enable people to pursue their own spiritual path. 'There can be no retreat now, this spirit is out of the bottle, the milk is spilled. Now we have to deal with the unpleasant realities,' it is stated from the ranks of the task force.
One fact is that human thinking is not truly free, but derives its content primarily from the oldest instinctual realm: reproductive optimization and self-assertion. These are the spiritually blind eyes of evolution, which have rewarded the most aggressive and invasive behaviors.
Now, however, we also have the freedom to question our 'automatic' thought contents in REFLECTING and put them to the test. Many are already succeeding quite well! Only, others, the most invasive representatives of our species, are coming to power.
The world currently offers some impressive examples. Autocrats and aggressors seize control of world design, refusing to accept any other world order. Megalomania on their side. Often, it is weak, wounded egos, who, out of fear of insignificance or loss of control, keep spiraling higher. These are fears that flee into gigantism. All this with the friendly support of reproductive instincts, which in ancient times ensured that material superiority increased reproductive chances. Valid in a system where there was never enough, as in hunter-gatherer times. That made sense, but only because the material blessings of the successful were distributed to all. This part, however, is often conveniently neglected nowadays.
And the way out? - Let’s remain vigilant. Let’s pay attention and become aware of what is happening. Then everything can turn out well. Because the empathetic and humanistic people are in the majority, even if they are still quite quiet.
Unfortunately, unfortunately, there is no minutes of this task force meeting at RumCloud No. 7. The results will not be communicated to us.
But we possess a tool, our consciousness, that allows us to redirect the flow of time back forward. Towards the progress of our spirit, which is fruitful, community-oriented, and thus sustainable, whenever its efforts extend beyond the interests of individuals.
*****
Now to the scent. It is pure enjoyment and relaxation, as one could only create for meetings in the clouds, symbolically speaking.
A hearty toast with smoky rum to welcome. Bitter orange flanks and emphasizes its aroma, making it shine. Likewise, other citrus notes, whose mild freshness slowly transitions to the finely aromatic Sichuan pepper, whose spiciness is tempered by the slightly bitter angelica. In this olfactory tension field, the senses are now wide awake and can embark on their journey of enjoyment.
With prominent bright tobacco, the HN continues. A fine honey note supports its softness. A mild peace pipe is lit, and one feels the desire to inhale the breath of peace deeply. Enjoyably, the eyes close, and the senses receive a caramel kiss, more aromatic than sweet.
The otherwise stern incense is quite mild and contributes to a contemplative mood with its reverent accord. How fitting! Do we remember? We are in a meeting of heavenly beings searching for a way out for humanity. And in difficult, complex situations, one tends to find useful inspirations more during meditation than during thinking. The latter shows its true value only in the subsequent second step: in sorting and articulating the ideas gained.
The serious incense is accompanied by the floral realm. Rose and iris exude with dignity, and frangipani gives us a twist towards fresh-fruity leniency. They form the modulating overtones of the incense message, which always has something to do with responsibility, but also with connection to the greater whole.
The BN starts with naturally graceful beeswax. This component remains very present in the foreground for a long time, which I consider a point of criticism. Under the wax, the earthy notes do not have it easy to emerge. Perhaps this could be understood as a separating layer between above and below, between angel cloud and earth.
With a delay, therefore, hardly distinguishable individually, enchanting tones of the earthly realm join in. Bittersweet, warm myrrh as a peacemaker, alluring labdanum, soft vanilla notes. 'People want to love and inscribe their love into the earthly realm,' they seem to want to call out to the heavens. Deep earthly fragrances of sandalwood, oud, patchouli, a pinch of cocoa, and sweet resin are also ready.
The BN is very dense, but not heavy, and not dark either. A lot of hope has been built in. Hope and reliability.
(Cautious dosing is advisable with this concentrated fragrance.)
A heartfelt thank you to @Paloma58 for this inspiring testing opportunity.
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united opposites
Upon pressing the spray head: Bam! An unexpected floral explosion instantly fills my perception space. Delicate, blue petals come rushing in (I’m guessing it’s the blue, psychoactive lotus) - you can almost hear the slicing of the air. Following them is a large swarm of iris flowers, which were considered messengers of the gods in Greek mythology. Their delicate blooms and bright colors express optimism and the prospect of a better future. Bright and voluminous, they lay upon my skin. It relaxes immediately, expanding, ever further, until beyond the body, as if it were the skin of more ... of initially something silent, inner movements, flowing, swirling, caressing - and much more. Yes, it is a kind of 'soul skin' that feels addressed in its very own language, stretching as if it wanted to embrace all living nature. Its fine web feels nourished, seen - yes, that’s it. This inner part of me feels acknowledged and responds in gratitude with a feeling of happiness that flows through the body like a subtle song with bright, softly vibrating tones.
Wow, that was quite an opening, dynamically powerful yet incredibly subtle and fine. A special experience to witness these very different qualities so harmoniously united. It somehow seems to belong together, even if it doesn’t necessarily look like it.
This brings me to the philosophical concept of 'metaphorical equivalence,' which has also led to new thinking categories in the natural sciences and enabled surprising solutions. In the poetic equivalence of fundamentally different things, a kind of mental tension or vibration arises (right- and left-hemispheric thinking is synchronized), a state of high energy in which a creative perception of the deeper meaning of the metaphor can occur.
Or in other words: The closed thought space is given windows and doors through the equivalence of opposites, allowing the stale 'air' from rigid conceptual thinking patterns to be blown away. When we step out into the surrounding space, into intuition, connections emerge that cannot be reached by causal-mechanical thinking in pairs of opposites (Either-Or). Estrogen people find it easier here because intuition is inherently more familiar to them. The reasons lie in a neurologically more interconnected brain. However, since the 'Enlightenment,' intuitively stimulated thought processes have been stigmatized as a female disadvantage.
Two examples of the equivalence of opposites in physics:
1) Isaac Newton established the equivalence of 'Earth=Celestial Body=Apple' to the mechanical laws of gravitation. Before that, it was believed that these bodies, in such different spheres, must also be subject to different laws.
2) Einstein established the equivalence 'Wave=Particle' leading to the understanding that the particle nature of matter could be explained with nodes in an underlying continuous field. The search for a definitive material elementary particle had indeed landed in an energetic field of higher spatial dimension. A revolutionary shift in worldview: all cosmic and terrestrial matter = protrusion of background fields.
And now Soma and soul come together playfully, as they ultimately consist of the same energetic 'non-stuff'.
In everyday life, one could playfully experiment with 'metaphorical equivalence' through an intuitive search for connections, which stands in contrast to analytical thinking that is based on distinction, in other words, on separation...
Back to the scent. Gradually, that white wave appears on which the blue and colorful sea of flowers came rushing in as a dynamic curl at the beginning. Hypnotically dense and with a seductive sweetness, such as can only be found in nature: multifaceted, aromatic, dark-bitter. Even jasmine critics could feel quite comfortable here.
This opulent intermezzo is soon lightly modulated by nearly creamy roots of iris. In this accord, woody fresh-bitter petitgrain harmoniously integrates and rounds it off structurally. Now the stage is perfect for the self-loving and diffusing jasmine, which seems to know no tomorrow. In a 'finale furioso,' it unfolds its bright, love-drunk volume and is completely self-sufficient.
After a few minutes, just in time before this presentation demands patience, the tonality shifts. Towards vanilla spice, which I attribute to the exciting harmony of vanilla with piquant spicy cardamom, whose sharpness is softly enveloped.
And there’s more. Dark resinous notes inscribe themselves with an alien mystery for which there seems to be no point of unraveling. It calls for acceptance that we cannot decipher everything, only experience. The world is so unfathomably larger than we can ever comprehend.
In this wonder, dark softness mixes in, like an acceptance of what I have just experienced. Dark-resinous edges occasionally shine through, and soon cocoa butter lays itself dark-aromatic and balancing over it. Overzealous jasmine notes dance by every now and then - slightly smoky from their adventurous excursion - before nighttime tranquility sets in. Tranquility? ---
That tranquility in which living beings, no matter how many legs they have, become nocturnal to ensure the chain of life does not break. And to this, the night adorns itself with a heart-pulling sweetness that does not let one rest, driving one into the arms or wings of a complementary being that also roams the night, longing and searching.
From the notes, the scent shouldn’t appeal to me that much - yet it does! How lovely!
I enjoy it when my own prejudices are so convincingly swept away. The 'clever' head creates maps of reality with its conceptual thinking. And it likes to hold these maps as reality itself. Only immersing oneself in the real landscape gives us living knowledge, the intoxication of experience, beyond all gray theory.
Wow, that was quite an opening, dynamically powerful yet incredibly subtle and fine. A special experience to witness these very different qualities so harmoniously united. It somehow seems to belong together, even if it doesn’t necessarily look like it.
This brings me to the philosophical concept of 'metaphorical equivalence,' which has also led to new thinking categories in the natural sciences and enabled surprising solutions. In the poetic equivalence of fundamentally different things, a kind of mental tension or vibration arises (right- and left-hemispheric thinking is synchronized), a state of high energy in which a creative perception of the deeper meaning of the metaphor can occur.
Or in other words: The closed thought space is given windows and doors through the equivalence of opposites, allowing the stale 'air' from rigid conceptual thinking patterns to be blown away. When we step out into the surrounding space, into intuition, connections emerge that cannot be reached by causal-mechanical thinking in pairs of opposites (Either-Or). Estrogen people find it easier here because intuition is inherently more familiar to them. The reasons lie in a neurologically more interconnected brain. However, since the 'Enlightenment,' intuitively stimulated thought processes have been stigmatized as a female disadvantage.
Two examples of the equivalence of opposites in physics:
1) Isaac Newton established the equivalence of 'Earth=Celestial Body=Apple' to the mechanical laws of gravitation. Before that, it was believed that these bodies, in such different spheres, must also be subject to different laws.
2) Einstein established the equivalence 'Wave=Particle' leading to the understanding that the particle nature of matter could be explained with nodes in an underlying continuous field. The search for a definitive material elementary particle had indeed landed in an energetic field of higher spatial dimension. A revolutionary shift in worldview: all cosmic and terrestrial matter = protrusion of background fields.
And now Soma and soul come together playfully, as they ultimately consist of the same energetic 'non-stuff'.
In everyday life, one could playfully experiment with 'metaphorical equivalence' through an intuitive search for connections, which stands in contrast to analytical thinking that is based on distinction, in other words, on separation...
Back to the scent. Gradually, that white wave appears on which the blue and colorful sea of flowers came rushing in as a dynamic curl at the beginning. Hypnotically dense and with a seductive sweetness, such as can only be found in nature: multifaceted, aromatic, dark-bitter. Even jasmine critics could feel quite comfortable here.
This opulent intermezzo is soon lightly modulated by nearly creamy roots of iris. In this accord, woody fresh-bitter petitgrain harmoniously integrates and rounds it off structurally. Now the stage is perfect for the self-loving and diffusing jasmine, which seems to know no tomorrow. In a 'finale furioso,' it unfolds its bright, love-drunk volume and is completely self-sufficient.
After a few minutes, just in time before this presentation demands patience, the tonality shifts. Towards vanilla spice, which I attribute to the exciting harmony of vanilla with piquant spicy cardamom, whose sharpness is softly enveloped.
And there’s more. Dark resinous notes inscribe themselves with an alien mystery for which there seems to be no point of unraveling. It calls for acceptance that we cannot decipher everything, only experience. The world is so unfathomably larger than we can ever comprehend.
In this wonder, dark softness mixes in, like an acceptance of what I have just experienced. Dark-resinous edges occasionally shine through, and soon cocoa butter lays itself dark-aromatic and balancing over it. Overzealous jasmine notes dance by every now and then - slightly smoky from their adventurous excursion - before nighttime tranquility sets in. Tranquility? ---
That tranquility in which living beings, no matter how many legs they have, become nocturnal to ensure the chain of life does not break. And to this, the night adorns itself with a heart-pulling sweetness that does not let one rest, driving one into the arms or wings of a complementary being that also roams the night, longing and searching.
From the notes, the scent shouldn’t appeal to me that much - yet it does! How lovely!
I enjoy it when my own prejudices are so convincingly swept away. The 'clever' head creates maps of reality with its conceptual thinking. And it likes to hold these maps as reality itself. Only immersing oneself in the real landscape gives us living knowledge, the intoxication of experience, beyond all gray theory.
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Dreamlight
Even the semi-transparent, aubergine-colored bottle reveals: not everything is given away at once. The fragrance wants to be explored, step by step. And my thinking automatically slows down, almost halting in a concept-free, open expectation of .... we shall see.
At first, I am greeted by a kind of plum aperitif, sparkling, invigorating, and adorned with a delicate orange blossom. Following this are warm cinnamon and finely structured cloves, gently indulgent and exquisitely rounded off with peach. A feeling of 'home in the world' spreads over me like a light, summery sofa blanket. With the deep enjoyment of this feeling, I sink more and more into the couch, which now seems to tenderly embrace me. I wish to pause time right now, on the plateau of this comfort. Or at least stretch time so that this moment lasts as long as possible. And it seems as if this request has been anticipated by the fragrance master. The bodily sensation is given the time to become more formless, intertwined with the environment.
And from there - or rather from within? - an olfactory hum subtly enters my perception space; a very delicate, bright soprano hum. The busy bees now adorn the scent space with their treasures. Micro-droplets of their honey merge with the already present heart notes from the symbiotic friendship of proud rose with modest violet - they have learned from each other. Just enough honey drips into this mindful relationship that it can be discerned, and just so little that it remains in the background, not dominating the stage but merely completing it.
Thin as foil and translucent to the light of the world - which world now? Okay, let’s wait a bit longer - the winged, furry friends also provide their building material. Just enough finely aromatic wax to create a supporting scent layer, and just so little that it is not weighed down and remains suspended. On this waxy layer, warm-balsamic flirty flakes settle, just large enough to be felt, and just small enough that the flirtation does not come on too strong but playfully allows for possibilities. And there is playing and flirting and playing. A game that does not seem to be subject to time, with an eternity certainty that seems to spring from the sweetness itself.
Playing, enjoying, being - does it need more? - "Yes!" exclaims the mind somewhat loudly - it cannot help it - and for that reason, this world remains hidden from it. It is too busy with matters of the outside world, e.g. with perceived deficits that arise from constant comparison, but above all with thinking about itself. Although, it wrongly boasts of this ability. 'Thinking' occurs in mental algorithms at different unconscious levels - it basically only receives a memo 'For your information'.
This has nothing to do with consciousness, thinking. Consciousness is the SPACE in which the thinking process takes place. When we enter this space, we can observe thinking in peace (!) - and veto if we disagree with the contents from the depths of instinct and conditioning.
Back to the fragrance, the heart notes are still in flirt mode. Only after a good 2 hours do musky-soft harbingers of the base take the lovely notes by the hand and gradually set them aside. Seamlessly, fluid silky wood aromas float into the space and lay over the scent landscape as if it were to be tucked in for sleep. All of this happens with fairy-like gentleness, and it seems as if all the aromas from the previous scent journey have been absorbed by the silky wood and are now, enriched and transformed by it, released in the finest doses, like a memory of the preceding scent event. Almost as if the present were remembering the past, absorbing it, and being shaped and enriched by it.
The future of this fragrance seems to lie in a dream. In a dream of the finest fabric of events and possibilities, which is in a dynamically formless equilibrium. A dream of the most delicate affection and embrace by our highest potential, which wants to prove itself again and again in reality. And for that, it requires a long breath, nourished by confidence, courage to transcend habitual actions, and a belief in the good at the end of all efforts and struggles.
It is the light of this dream that subtly permeates this fragrance. And it touches me deeply - like the breeze of a passing fairy.
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Many thanks to @Flakon11e for this special testing opportunity.
At first, I am greeted by a kind of plum aperitif, sparkling, invigorating, and adorned with a delicate orange blossom. Following this are warm cinnamon and finely structured cloves, gently indulgent and exquisitely rounded off with peach. A feeling of 'home in the world' spreads over me like a light, summery sofa blanket. With the deep enjoyment of this feeling, I sink more and more into the couch, which now seems to tenderly embrace me. I wish to pause time right now, on the plateau of this comfort. Or at least stretch time so that this moment lasts as long as possible. And it seems as if this request has been anticipated by the fragrance master. The bodily sensation is given the time to become more formless, intertwined with the environment.
And from there - or rather from within? - an olfactory hum subtly enters my perception space; a very delicate, bright soprano hum. The busy bees now adorn the scent space with their treasures. Micro-droplets of their honey merge with the already present heart notes from the symbiotic friendship of proud rose with modest violet - they have learned from each other. Just enough honey drips into this mindful relationship that it can be discerned, and just so little that it remains in the background, not dominating the stage but merely completing it.
Thin as foil and translucent to the light of the world - which world now? Okay, let’s wait a bit longer - the winged, furry friends also provide their building material. Just enough finely aromatic wax to create a supporting scent layer, and just so little that it is not weighed down and remains suspended. On this waxy layer, warm-balsamic flirty flakes settle, just large enough to be felt, and just small enough that the flirtation does not come on too strong but playfully allows for possibilities. And there is playing and flirting and playing. A game that does not seem to be subject to time, with an eternity certainty that seems to spring from the sweetness itself.
Playing, enjoying, being - does it need more? - "Yes!" exclaims the mind somewhat loudly - it cannot help it - and for that reason, this world remains hidden from it. It is too busy with matters of the outside world, e.g. with perceived deficits that arise from constant comparison, but above all with thinking about itself. Although, it wrongly boasts of this ability. 'Thinking' occurs in mental algorithms at different unconscious levels - it basically only receives a memo 'For your information'.
This has nothing to do with consciousness, thinking. Consciousness is the SPACE in which the thinking process takes place. When we enter this space, we can observe thinking in peace (!) - and veto if we disagree with the contents from the depths of instinct and conditioning.
Back to the fragrance, the heart notes are still in flirt mode. Only after a good 2 hours do musky-soft harbingers of the base take the lovely notes by the hand and gradually set them aside. Seamlessly, fluid silky wood aromas float into the space and lay over the scent landscape as if it were to be tucked in for sleep. All of this happens with fairy-like gentleness, and it seems as if all the aromas from the previous scent journey have been absorbed by the silky wood and are now, enriched and transformed by it, released in the finest doses, like a memory of the preceding scent event. Almost as if the present were remembering the past, absorbing it, and being shaped and enriched by it.
The future of this fragrance seems to lie in a dream. In a dream of the finest fabric of events and possibilities, which is in a dynamically formless equilibrium. A dream of the most delicate affection and embrace by our highest potential, which wants to prove itself again and again in reality. And for that, it requires a long breath, nourished by confidence, courage to transcend habitual actions, and a belief in the good at the end of all efforts and struggles.
It is the light of this dream that subtly permeates this fragrance. And it touches me deeply - like the breeze of a passing fairy.
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Many thanks to @Flakon11e for this special testing opportunity.
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Molecule versus Mythos
With this perfume, we undoubtedly find ourselves in the realm of the mythological Venus, whose
character is drawn from the intuitions of ancient ancestors. A bouquet of attributes is assigned to her, which can be gleaned from the mythological narratives surrounding this 'deity.' Her character is universal; only the names differ due to cultural reasons - it has something to do with our humanity itself.
C.G. Jung was able to draw an analogy between the attributes of gods (e.g., in the pantheon) and the 'deep psychological archetypes' within us. These are part of a complex, unconscious 'algorithm' that triggers our needs and actions.
Now, let us bridge the gap from the Venus myth to the 'Venus molecule,' which grants us humans expressions corresponding to the myth:
Friendship, love, sensuality, enjoyment, aesthetics, creativity, affinity for bonding, intuition, devotion, togetherness instead of opposition, and consequently adaptability - to name just a few.
One does not have to think long to identify this molecule: ESTROGEN!
Found in ALL humans, regardless of gender, only in different concentrations. The myth has apparently somatized. Or was Venus perhaps born from 'estrogen foam'!?
Classical materialists would follow the latter causality, but unfortunately, it does not correspond to the holistic reality behind things, as deciphered by Nobel laureates, which underlies all natural laws. Physically and mathematically, this has been known for over 100 years. However, this contradicts our everyday experience to such an extent that we cannot imagine it.
What is certain is: soul and soma are intertwined. There are no either-or truths. Realities can rather be uncovered through both-and considerations.
A scent can also be described almost molecularly based on its components. Or one tries to approach the scent through inner sensations - in short: through molecule and/or 'myth.'
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'Uninhibited' is a fragrance like Cher's voice: velvet-warm and coated with diamond dust. It starts with velvety brightness and powdery-creamy freshness, pulsing with melting and moving contours. A fine pull is created, melancholically darkened, but it does not plunge into endless depths. The diamond dust keeps the scene bright.
It is like the pulsing of starlight in cosmically distant darkness, and one feels attracted to both. Such so-called pulsars - they really exist - develop an extraordinarily strong magnetic field that directs charged particles along their paths. And there we have an analogy to female magnetism: 'charged particles' are compelled to follow a specific direction of movement, towards the pulsar, or rather, towards her, the irresistible female aura.
The pulsing remains, only the participants gradually change. A herb-sensual flora enters the scene. For me, alongside heliotrope, ylang-ylang and rose geranium can be recognized, so that now lilac smoke notes begin to oscillate with bright, very soft tobacco. And this begins to draw fine lines, a fluid female body that may rise from the melt and repeatedly dissolves into it. And through this pulsing, a kind of connection is established with me, almost as if I were adopting the identity of this tobacco figure.
The magic work of the goddess of bonding pursues a single goal: the connection of everything with everything. The attainment of the soul's primal state.
The body understands this language immediately and begins to play this eternal game with its possibilities. But soon it must realize that dissolution becomes difficult for it - penetration: Yes, but dissolution? And so it grants its complementary half on the other side of the being medal a part of the playing field: the soul. As a 'cloudy energy field' of the body, it understands something of dissolution, as it is itself a powerful field without tangible form. Flowing, it fills the wide gap between inner spirit and outer things, bubbling cheerfully through the interiors and from there towards the beings of living creation. To rejoice in them and to fully absorb some of them.
Venus loves with body AND soul; her erogenous zone is also in the heart.
This multifaceted heart chord condenses into a self-contained, sensually erotic base of woody vanilla and subtle musk, which receives a small pinch of sweetness from vetiver. The composition of these notes is perfect. Nothing is missing, nothing is too much.
I can't believe I'm writing this; for some chords do not belong to my preferences. But fragrances, like music, consist not only of chords but of their interplay - and this has been wonderfully achieved in this perfume.
character is drawn from the intuitions of ancient ancestors. A bouquet of attributes is assigned to her, which can be gleaned from the mythological narratives surrounding this 'deity.' Her character is universal; only the names differ due to cultural reasons - it has something to do with our humanity itself.
C.G. Jung was able to draw an analogy between the attributes of gods (e.g., in the pantheon) and the 'deep psychological archetypes' within us. These are part of a complex, unconscious 'algorithm' that triggers our needs and actions.
Now, let us bridge the gap from the Venus myth to the 'Venus molecule,' which grants us humans expressions corresponding to the myth:
Friendship, love, sensuality, enjoyment, aesthetics, creativity, affinity for bonding, intuition, devotion, togetherness instead of opposition, and consequently adaptability - to name just a few.
One does not have to think long to identify this molecule: ESTROGEN!
Found in ALL humans, regardless of gender, only in different concentrations. The myth has apparently somatized. Or was Venus perhaps born from 'estrogen foam'!?
Classical materialists would follow the latter causality, but unfortunately, it does not correspond to the holistic reality behind things, as deciphered by Nobel laureates, which underlies all natural laws. Physically and mathematically, this has been known for over 100 years. However, this contradicts our everyday experience to such an extent that we cannot imagine it.
What is certain is: soul and soma are intertwined. There are no either-or truths. Realities can rather be uncovered through both-and considerations.
A scent can also be described almost molecularly based on its components. Or one tries to approach the scent through inner sensations - in short: through molecule and/or 'myth.'
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'Uninhibited' is a fragrance like Cher's voice: velvet-warm and coated with diamond dust. It starts with velvety brightness and powdery-creamy freshness, pulsing with melting and moving contours. A fine pull is created, melancholically darkened, but it does not plunge into endless depths. The diamond dust keeps the scene bright.
It is like the pulsing of starlight in cosmically distant darkness, and one feels attracted to both. Such so-called pulsars - they really exist - develop an extraordinarily strong magnetic field that directs charged particles along their paths. And there we have an analogy to female magnetism: 'charged particles' are compelled to follow a specific direction of movement, towards the pulsar, or rather, towards her, the irresistible female aura.
The pulsing remains, only the participants gradually change. A herb-sensual flora enters the scene. For me, alongside heliotrope, ylang-ylang and rose geranium can be recognized, so that now lilac smoke notes begin to oscillate with bright, very soft tobacco. And this begins to draw fine lines, a fluid female body that may rise from the melt and repeatedly dissolves into it. And through this pulsing, a kind of connection is established with me, almost as if I were adopting the identity of this tobacco figure.
The magic work of the goddess of bonding pursues a single goal: the connection of everything with everything. The attainment of the soul's primal state.
The body understands this language immediately and begins to play this eternal game with its possibilities. But soon it must realize that dissolution becomes difficult for it - penetration: Yes, but dissolution? And so it grants its complementary half on the other side of the being medal a part of the playing field: the soul. As a 'cloudy energy field' of the body, it understands something of dissolution, as it is itself a powerful field without tangible form. Flowing, it fills the wide gap between inner spirit and outer things, bubbling cheerfully through the interiors and from there towards the beings of living creation. To rejoice in them and to fully absorb some of them.
Venus loves with body AND soul; her erogenous zone is also in the heart.
This multifaceted heart chord condenses into a self-contained, sensually erotic base of woody vanilla and subtle musk, which receives a small pinch of sweetness from vetiver. The composition of these notes is perfect. Nothing is missing, nothing is too much.
I can't believe I'm writing this; for some chords do not belong to my preferences. But fragrances, like music, consist not only of chords but of their interplay - and this has been wonderfully achieved in this perfume.
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... who speaks? ...
...nobody, right? I must still be dreaming, or am I already on the journey from dream to day? To daydream? - Whatever, we will see.
The dream last night. Or was the night a dream? - Questions and memories intertwine, dissolve, and intertwine again elsewhere. Perhaps images are not enough to understand, concepts even less so, other senses must help.
A cinnamon cloud presents itself with its spicy warmth. It seems to have stored something in its aromatic clouds. A feeling, a glow, a kind of love warmth still lingers. A sense of security in the hidden, in the secret, a kind of ... the thought remains unfinished. For it is the soft, orange freshness of an aromatic citrus fruit that now sets out to jog my memory. Interspersed with bright green, sour bergamot sprinkles with wake-up potential. That's right, now images gradually come, blurred sepia-powdered, half-dark smoky - iris and ylang-ylang enter the memory. The pulse rises almost imperceptibly, the heart dares not yet a complete memory sequence, prefers to remain in the vague, in the protective, diffuse bark breath and YY smoke. There, the event can retrogradely reshape itself with its subtle methods. Until it is good.
The skin, meanwhile, does not shy away from a precise memory. It is still moist, warmed by its broad encounter with a complementary skin. Their scents have mingled, their musk pearls have begun to flow, until they have expanded into a boundless something.
And this something knows the value of this shared reality. And it does not need to persist according to a measure of time; it lives in another world, to which time has no access. And where such a moment of oneness possesses the power to linger in timelessness.
And, as if to further enhance this felt impression, balsamic, resinous aromatic notes contribute their sweet validation of all of this. Which the heart can understand and accept well.
Herbaceous aromatic and spatially defined guaiac wood notes, soon flanked by soft patchouli earth, carry this experience into temporal consciousness, without wanting to continue it. It would only diminish the value of this experience, reducing it to something that could be desired.
And so it remains what it was and will continue to be. A true encounter, a deep reality that has inscribed its traces into the heart of skins, into the neural network of the brain, into the cells of the soul. What acts is real, whether we know it or not. ------
The dream last night. Or was the night a dream? - Questions and memories intertwine, dissolve, and intertwine again elsewhere. Perhaps images are not enough to understand, concepts even less so, other senses must help.
A cinnamon cloud presents itself with its spicy warmth. It seems to have stored something in its aromatic clouds. A feeling, a glow, a kind of love warmth still lingers. A sense of security in the hidden, in the secret, a kind of ... the thought remains unfinished. For it is the soft, orange freshness of an aromatic citrus fruit that now sets out to jog my memory. Interspersed with bright green, sour bergamot sprinkles with wake-up potential. That's right, now images gradually come, blurred sepia-powdered, half-dark smoky - iris and ylang-ylang enter the memory. The pulse rises almost imperceptibly, the heart dares not yet a complete memory sequence, prefers to remain in the vague, in the protective, diffuse bark breath and YY smoke. There, the event can retrogradely reshape itself with its subtle methods. Until it is good.
The skin, meanwhile, does not shy away from a precise memory. It is still moist, warmed by its broad encounter with a complementary skin. Their scents have mingled, their musk pearls have begun to flow, until they have expanded into a boundless something.
And this something knows the value of this shared reality. And it does not need to persist according to a measure of time; it lives in another world, to which time has no access. And where such a moment of oneness possesses the power to linger in timelessness.
And, as if to further enhance this felt impression, balsamic, resinous aromatic notes contribute their sweet validation of all of this. Which the heart can understand and accept well.
Herbaceous aromatic and spatially defined guaiac wood notes, soon flanked by soft patchouli earth, carry this experience into temporal consciousness, without wanting to continue it. It would only diminish the value of this experience, reducing it to something that could be desired.
And so it remains what it was and will continue to be. A true encounter, a deep reality that has inscribed its traces into the heart of skins, into the neural network of the brain, into the cells of the soul. What acts is real, whether we know it or not. ------
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