Spatzl

The sounds become relaxed and calm in the very early morning. Danced through the night to the hard beats, now a blessing, this relaxed, delicate music. We let ourselves be carried, carried far away by the lavender tones wafting from the loudspeakers.

It's almost light. We're not a bit tired. Your gaze is happy and wide awake. Your face, your eyes very close and yet invisible through the smoke of the fog machine.
Away from the illegal party, the sounds audible, but far away, in nature, us in the hay, you chamomile flowers in your hair. Your gaze into the heart.

Hand in hand back, dancing, yes, swaying towards the morning.
Can no longer find you, you beautiful stranger, with senses all fine and tender.

Yes, there you are, beckoning to me... See you sometime, we'll meet again somewhere! I have a smile on my face.

An incredibly subtle fragrance. Almost transparent. Something forbidden, hidden. Lyn has switched on her fog machine again. With the scent of hay, chamomile and saffron, only perceptible as a medicinal trace, she conjures up something unreal, but very natural. The scent is clearly there and then again not. Sometimes I think I can detect Muschio's sumbul root, from Santa Maria Novella. However, this shadowy scent is not really tangible. Fascinating! Everything is fogged with white-grey, slightly sweet, slightly citrusy (fog machine) incense from Somalia. This essential oil stands before me. Completely innocent, unaware of what it is capable of.

I would have called this fragrance "White Smoke". (In which oud ruined everything for me. Now I am more than compensated. )

The mouth-blown bottles are of course a dream! And it goes without saying that such a fragrance is unisex.

Thank you ParfumAholic for this enchanting fragrance!

Today I was allowed to walk, thanks to a dear Parfumo, on absorbent cotton soft clouds. I jumped from cloud to cloud, dared to jump into a particularly fluffy and rose-colored cloud and was gently sprung back into the air. Stars flashed in between and disappeared again. Star anise?
"Muschio | Santa Maria Novella" is like a daydream.
A very special musk scent, which I had not yet so under the nose.
Who knows me, knows that now comes again the fuss with the essential oils. Sure I have also tried to find out something here with my reference oils. Something reminded me of star anise. But no, it isn't. Maybe rosewood (Aniba rosaeodora, laurel plant), a wonderfully healthy smelling, anise-like, rosewood oil. Hmm, not quite that either.... Fennel? I don't really know...The direction is not quite wrong, but still quite different. After research (Wikipedia), I found that this is botanical musk. To be more precise, SMN has processed here the real sumbul root (family Apiaceae, Steckkrauter / giant fennel). This was/is traded as a substitute for musk mallow seed/belmoschus. This real sumbul root has a drug-like effect and makes beautiful dreams if you take it. Whether sniffing it is enough? Could one really almost imagine.
That fits yes again very well to this house.
Unfortunately, the dream is very short and after an hour I hardly notice anything. Now and then, however, rises quite unexpectedly still a beautiful musk cloud and bursts under my nose. After 3 hours a tiny last. Then the addictive effect sets in and I want to spray again. The most beautiful, quite fluffy, musk scent that has ever come across me!
Santa Maria Novella fascinates me again and again. And the flacons are also very pretty. The price-performance ratio is coherent for me.