TombesScent

The first contact, covered in fruity fresh life. Excitement, commotion, so much newness. A unique snapshot, yet also familiar in your own way.
It took a moment for me to decipher you. From the outlines, clear contours are now recognizable. The bold freshness you showed at the beginning could not be maintained. Your true face, revealed just moments later, comes with more depth, warmth, and well-being. As I look at you, I notice that everything you embody fits your character. You have edges and corners that define you, yet you are actually calm and composed and do not wish to appear fresh. But it is your way of breaking the ice, for every first moment and every new encounter. A ritual that seeks its equal in this extent and is unmatched in authenticity. The colors you stand for are picked up, staged, and held. A powdery warm aura, not too sweet or sticky, not too fresh or zesty, simply authentic, just as you want to be, but a little different.
In your family, you have a firm place. Siblings who could not be more different, yet are also alike, authentic. But you stand out, you have that kind of quality about you that you are unaware of. The way you affect others and how you are for others cannot be equated. If many are unique, are they then the same? In a way, yes, but not in their own way. A thought in which one can lose oneself.
I have met a few like you, yet also not. All of this makes you what you want to be but are not. It is crazy and not easy to grasp, yet also not hard to understand. It is the unique character traits that remain in memory. In your case, it is the refreshing acquaintance and the lasting sense of well-being that will stay with me forever. Positive, like interpreting falling as flying. Comfortably warm, every thought of you and about you, authentically true.

I let you go, and that was meant to be. The beauty I released saw the world.
You always spoke in the past about the saffron-soaked peach woods, yet you were always covered in rose branches. Every desired embrace was within reach, yet so far away.
I wanted you so much back then that I kept trying to hold on to you, but I failed. Your journey seems to have been long and enlightening. The cedar that bears your emblem has remained. Your essence, your presence, everything the same, you are loyal, you were already like that back then.
You have not lost any volume, no. The sounds have more fundamental tone than ever before.
I was very excited before our reunion. It had been a while, yet the flashing memories were as vivid as holding a picture book in my hands. Our meeting, without any prejudices. It was as if you had never been away, but with thorns laid aside.
Our long-awaited embraces, so incredibly warm and lasting. The kisses so fruity, as if we were nibbling on the first ripe berries from the bushes together.
It’s the little things in life that have a big impact. Now, finally, we can dance loudly into the night together to stand out.

September, Tuscany, six friends...
The late summer shows itself at its best. When the midday sun is high on the horizon, one cannot speak of warmth. The heat is oppressive, searching for a refreshment that this snapshot aims to describe. Nestled in the hilly landscape of Tuscany, the vacation mood begins. The first shopping trip, with fresh vegetables from the region, fills the open kitchen of the finca. The temperature continues to rise, and the sun makes the slightly weathered lawn glow in a delicate golden brown. Between green conifers and old wire fence boundaries, a glimpse of the green landscape can be caught.
Gentle winds carry the unknown through the air. Oleander, spruces, and bay laurel.
Juicy green, harmonizing with the landscape, the young fig tree sways gently, leaving a refreshing moment on a hot day.
Authentically green without detours.

The first warm summer morning. The beekeeper, dressed in linen, rides his bike towards the garden. A small cart hangs from the back, filled with tools and a bit of provisions, as he plans to spend the beautiful day in his garden.
The temperature steadily rises, and he is glad that his clothing allows a bit of air to pass through.
Upon arriving at the garden, he sorts his tools while pushing aside some leaves with his foot.
Meanwhile, the warm air presses more strongly through his clothing. It had rained heavily during the night, and the humidity is correspondingly high.
He takes a big sip of his homemade elderflower soda and gets to work.
The bed, in the center of his wildflower meadow, needs a little attention. With hoe and shovel, he moves along the path of his beds, the temperature continues to rise, and the oppressive heat pulses from his feet to his hat.
The next task is to check the bee colonies. As he pulls out the frames, a heavy scent of honey rises to his face, even stronger than usual due to the oppressive heat. Everything is fine - the bees are doing their job, and there are no major issues.
He takes his small side table and chair and takes another big sip of his now warm elderflower soda.
The maximum temperatures should have been reached.
Heavy honey pressure in light wildflower breezes should describe his day, with the conclusion that it would have been nice even under 25°C.

One of the few fragrances that completely blew me away the first time I tried it. The opening is citrusy fresh with a unique DNA that gradually becomes creamy. A scent that doesn’t clash and consistently spreads good vibes. Besides its signature character, it’s an absolute compliment magnet and further proof that citrus can be sweet without coming off as synthetic.
When I need a mood boost, it comes off the shelf.
Performance is okay overall, and the packaging, as expected from Xerjoff, is a dream. All in all, a feel-good immerser!