Verbeene

on the surface, it appears to be leather: underneath, tobacco, fruity citrus and dark golden-spicy light shimmer and sparkle. It wafts transparently and iridescently - sometimes floral, sometimes earthy, sometimes coffee.... a small dissonance maintains the tension between light and dark, between acidic and earthy
never loud
demands attention....

... still has the scent of paint care: fine citrus freshness combined with oily warm woodiness. You smell it while you play - awake and familiar.

And its sound: still a little nasal - a little stiffness in this bright blur. The low strings, however, give a wide, warm, unpretentious sound.
it is never as radiant as the violin - never as luxuriantly erupting as a cello -

it remains a little more modest, warm-hearted and soft.
This fragrance perfectly reflects the character of the instrument: unpretentious, fresh, woody-warm,
limited, moderate and adaptable.

... it blows clear, green-blue sparkling, morning-fresh, deeply clean
Herbs and flowers are still sleeping in this breeze...
they line the path to the forest

here - in the dense pine grove, the water wind takes root and structure

in the midday heat, the immortelle flowers will send their unsentimental, tart, mysterious veil of fragrance across the land ....

Imagine, she burst out: I want to open a store of dreams!
I’ll start with the flower department.
You walk in - it’s cool, a gentle breeze blows.
You stop at fresh, dark soil and see leaf tips sprouting. Green, delicate, lightly herbaceous..... tips, you see no flowers...
And then suddenly, like a breaking sunbeam, a floral breeze wafts over you: Neroli.
It lays itself smiling over the leaf buds.
You begin to dream of the flowers.... you see them in your mind's eye.....

and you buy the pot with leaf tips in dark soil....


At the checkout sits a white-haired, kind woman and casually asks: have you been to our department: Courage and Life?

As if Rasei Fort and Russian Adam had spent an evening philosophizing about fragrances...

The penetrating clarity of "Siberian Musk", enveloped in the noblest interpretation of cologne:
the top note freshness is elegantly and harmoniously smoothed by sandalwood and opens into a stunningly beautiful heart note. Lavender is flatteringly surrounded by rose, jasmine and amber; the vodka note gives a cool glow while amber and benzoin gild.

I think I recognize the deer musk from Siberian Musk, subtle and clarifying. Cedar brings uplift, patchouli grounds, vanilla reconciles.

I have never smelled a more complex and opulent cologne with the greatest clarity.