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No, this is not a pipe ...
...and certainly not a burning one. But it is also not the cold ash of a fireplace. However, it is the scent of the now cold walls of an old pipe into which the smell of tobacco has been ingrained. There must have been some aromatic sweet varieties of tobacco involved in the smoking.
One can sense the coziness of past puffing sessions. And I imagine the owner. A mature, grounded man in his rocking chair, who immediately inspires trust. A man in whose presence people feel comfortable.
Thus, this fragrance evokes the most positive associations for me. It is a scent of coziness and trust that creates a warm atmosphere.
One can sense the coziness of past puffing sessions. And I imagine the owner. A mature, grounded man in his rocking chair, who immediately inspires trust. A man in whose presence people feel comfortable.
Thus, this fragrance evokes the most positive associations for me. It is a scent of coziness and trust that creates a warm atmosphere.
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Robinson Feeling to the Horizon
I no longer like all my old favorite fragrances. I can't stand any of them anymore! Oh dear! Yet everything is better than when someone smells like nothing at all! So, the search...
This (non)winter puts me in a strange mood. Classic winter scents just won't do. I seem to crave something light, cheerful, uncomplicated, sunny. A hint of carnival spirit?
No, more on that shortly!
In any case, finally the salvation through Cocobello and Premier Figuier (Thank you, Marron, I will never forget it!).
Cocobello is the South and warmth! But upon closer inspection, it is not overtly tropical, no hula girls, no Bacardi feeling, no superficial sociability where one can let loose, in short, no carnival feeling.
Cocobello is Robinson Crusoe on his morning stroll through his realm. You can almost feel his feet in the sand, sometimes caressed by little waves on the beach. C is the unspoiled, unclouded tropical morning mood, still pure and innocent. C is leisure and pausing before the day. And C is the understanding with oneself, just as Robinson has learned. The first rays of sunshine promise a good day, kindling optimism... Onward, for …
All of this is brought about, as my predecessor so aptly put it, by "green pigments that take over after an initially strong dominance of the nut." This "overpowering green pigment" is clearly the magical fig, which remains until the end and dances with the coconut, which shifts into the field of vision with every turn. So fig, coconut, fig, coconut ...
Well, and it fits better for the carnival session tonight than a winter scent...
This (non)winter puts me in a strange mood. Classic winter scents just won't do. I seem to crave something light, cheerful, uncomplicated, sunny. A hint of carnival spirit?
No, more on that shortly!
In any case, finally the salvation through Cocobello and Premier Figuier (Thank you, Marron, I will never forget it!).
Cocobello is the South and warmth! But upon closer inspection, it is not overtly tropical, no hula girls, no Bacardi feeling, no superficial sociability where one can let loose, in short, no carnival feeling.
Cocobello is Robinson Crusoe on his morning stroll through his realm. You can almost feel his feet in the sand, sometimes caressed by little waves on the beach. C is the unspoiled, unclouded tropical morning mood, still pure and innocent. C is leisure and pausing before the day. And C is the understanding with oneself, just as Robinson has learned. The first rays of sunshine promise a good day, kindling optimism... Onward, for …
All of this is brought about, as my predecessor so aptly put it, by "green pigments that take over after an initially strong dominance of the nut." This "overpowering green pigment" is clearly the magical fig, which remains until the end and dances with the coconut, which shifts into the field of vision with every turn. So fig, coconut, fig, coconut ...
Well, and it fits better for the carnival session tonight than a winter scent...
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Hidden Treasure from the Earth
Beetroot is, alongside celery, the most significant root vegetable for me, and of the two, the most feminine. Relationships are, in my opinion, unmistakable. Just consider the juice, which is abundant in it and its color.
Perhaps that's why I have a special relationship with it in various ways:
Beetroot is my favorite color. It doesn't have the drama of blood red, but is cheerier and sunnier, certainly more stimulating and enticing than burgundy. For example, it creates a beautiful contrast with white hair. Even more: it is a color that carries symbolic power.
The same goes for the root that comes from the earth. It has something magical. When I bleed, I crave it, just like the mother of Rapunzel craves rapunzel. The earthy taste balances my being and connects me in a strange way with everything.
I also get this feeling when I smell beetroot. From the bottle, there is no grounding based on childhood experiences, but a more universal one, as if it springs from the collective unconscious. The scent strangely comforts me and calms me.
It is probably the closest thing I have to nature. And it is identical enough that I do not doubt the imitation quality of Demeter. It is an incomparable scent in my fragrance collection.
Even though I want to candidly admit that it still needs cultural development before such a scent can find acceptance as a perfume.
Perhaps that's why I have a special relationship with it in various ways:
Beetroot is my favorite color. It doesn't have the drama of blood red, but is cheerier and sunnier, certainly more stimulating and enticing than burgundy. For example, it creates a beautiful contrast with white hair. Even more: it is a color that carries symbolic power.
The same goes for the root that comes from the earth. It has something magical. When I bleed, I crave it, just like the mother of Rapunzel craves rapunzel. The earthy taste balances my being and connects me in a strange way with everything.
I also get this feeling when I smell beetroot. From the bottle, there is no grounding based on childhood experiences, but a more universal one, as if it springs from the collective unconscious. The scent strangely comforts me and calms me.
It is probably the closest thing I have to nature. And it is identical enough that I do not doubt the imitation quality of Demeter. It is an incomparable scent in my fragrance collection.
Even though I want to candidly admit that it still needs cultural development before such a scent can find acceptance as a perfume.
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The feet on the floor and the head in the clouds, thank you Dirt!
We are shaped by two poles: the earth and the sky. We stand well in the middle. Yet our time with its big cities, mobility, advertising, and now also the virtual world leads us towards the air pole.
What we need is grounding! But that seems to be nowhere to be found anymore. Clever Kate Moss! With Dirt, she brings the musty stable scent from a forgotten corner of an old farm right into her loud glittering, spotlight world of London.
For Dirt is not the urban rat-urine stench, but the long-missed and therefore once again fragrant country, nature dirt!
I was afraid to smell Dirt for a long time. I am too aware of what scents are capable of. Sniffing it for the first time relieved me and pleasantly surprised me, probably due to my uneasy premonitions.
Dirt almost absurdly gives a feeling of coziness, also through its imperfection. What can balance, calm, and stabilize one better?
In almost all comments about Demeter scents, there has been speculation about the scent concept of Demeter without ever finding a satisfactory answer. Well, this is my first answer! Demeter offers instant grounding from the bottle with Dirt. In serious situations, so to speak, it can be used as an emergency drop/Rescue drops!
And that is how I use Dirt! To ground myself and to save myself in emergencies, e.g., after a tiring trade fair day. Morgaina, I think of you! By the way, Beetroot, Greenhouse, and Mushroom do this in their own way too.
With Dirt, I can finally sniff mold without restraint and without regret. Somehow, the forbidden always has its allure! I get unrestrained benzene enjoyment from Fahrenheit. All I need now is a harmless glue scent. I would be grateful for tips!
Whether Dirt replicates 100% of dirt, I do not ponder. I am so impressed by Demeter's concept of replicating scents that evoke emotions in me that I do not nitpick with the fragrance.
What we need is grounding! But that seems to be nowhere to be found anymore. Clever Kate Moss! With Dirt, she brings the musty stable scent from a forgotten corner of an old farm right into her loud glittering, spotlight world of London.
For Dirt is not the urban rat-urine stench, but the long-missed and therefore once again fragrant country, nature dirt!
I was afraid to smell Dirt for a long time. I am too aware of what scents are capable of. Sniffing it for the first time relieved me and pleasantly surprised me, probably due to my uneasy premonitions.
Dirt almost absurdly gives a feeling of coziness, also through its imperfection. What can balance, calm, and stabilize one better?
In almost all comments about Demeter scents, there has been speculation about the scent concept of Demeter without ever finding a satisfactory answer. Well, this is my first answer! Demeter offers instant grounding from the bottle with Dirt. In serious situations, so to speak, it can be used as an emergency drop/Rescue drops!
And that is how I use Dirt! To ground myself and to save myself in emergencies, e.g., after a tiring trade fair day. Morgaina, I think of you! By the way, Beetroot, Greenhouse, and Mushroom do this in their own way too.
With Dirt, I can finally sniff mold without restraint and without regret. Somehow, the forbidden always has its allure! I get unrestrained benzene enjoyment from Fahrenheit. All I need now is a harmless glue scent. I would be grateful for tips!
Whether Dirt replicates 100% of dirt, I do not ponder. I am so impressed by Demeter's concept of replicating scents that evoke emotions in me that I do not nitpick with the fragrance.
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Morbide November with All Saints' Day as the Highlight
There are fragrances that represent spring with its innocence and freshness, and there are fragrances that represent autumn with its experience and depth.
Among the autumn scents, there are those that represent the golden autumn with its harvest mood and colorful leaves.
But there are also fragrances that represent the shortening days with their long darkness, the fog that envelops the land and allows one to sink entirely behind a veil. They represent the time when the veils to the otherworld become thinner and our ancestors seem closer to us. They testify to the cold that sometimes already wants to creep into our clothes.
Such a fragrance is Encre Noire.
It throws us back on ourselves and our fears. It brings us a secret and evokes eeriness within us. That is the vetiver.
But then in the drydown, it resonates with - as if to comfort - sweetness, which makes EN a feminine perfume for me.
Among the autumn scents, there are those that represent the golden autumn with its harvest mood and colorful leaves.
But there are also fragrances that represent the shortening days with their long darkness, the fog that envelops the land and allows one to sink entirely behind a veil. They represent the time when the veils to the otherworld become thinner and our ancestors seem closer to us. They testify to the cold that sometimes already wants to creep into our clothes.
Such a fragrance is Encre Noire.
It throws us back on ourselves and our fears. It brings us a secret and evokes eeriness within us. That is the vetiver.
But then in the drydown, it resonates with - as if to comfort - sweetness, which makes EN a feminine perfume for me.
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