Waltraudus

With a poorly brewed black coffee and a dry piece of lemon cake in hand, I descend into an old musty coal cellar. Nausea overcomes me. I no longer want coffee and cake. Two days later, I descend again into the coal cellar with my coffee set. What drives...

When you have been in the forest during the pre-Christmas season, gathered moss for the Christmas arrangement, and then return home, where a potpourri of oranges and cinnamon is wafting its scent in the hallway, and you can relax. This is what this oil smells...