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The alchemist
'...Vi veri vniversvm vivvs vici.'
With these words, he threw the last ingredient into the vat. A hiss and a flash were the result. Light green smoke billowed, taking away the sight, biting and pungent but also fresh and clearing the nose. Of course, this was again due to the lavender and the precious resins, very expensive but indispensable, as Castiglio had already described, and he was beyond reproach. But of course that was not the desired effect, which would only become apparent once the green smoke had dissipated. It just didn't go away.
'Te exue sue!'
And indeed, the smoke slowly cleared and a brown, viscous bubbling mass could be seen in the vat underneath. Nothing else. The umpteenth attempt and again only a fragrant brew, which was the least we could do with all the expensive spices. Perhaps the broth was even healthy. Of course, that would make things even worse. As an alchemist and sorcerer, it should at least smell like sulphur.
'Abyssus abyssum invocat.'
Yes, he had left out the birch tar, it always gave him a headache. But that wasn't the reason for the renewed failure, there had been too many failed attempts before, even with tar and headaches. Maybe he should just bottle the stuff and sell it as a cure? For a long life, for example? That way he could at least reduce the costs.
'Contra vim mortis non est medicamen in hortis.'
No, that was still beneath him, but sooner or later he would have to show some success, otherwise he would lose his position and with it his home and his peaceful life. He might be able to muddle through for a few more months. For the monthly report to the Camerarius, he would just have to embellish the results a little.
'Difficile est satiram non scribere.'
But not impossible.
He poured the contents of the vat into the garden. There, the cherry tree was in full bloom. Unusual in the middle of winter, but so be it, he had more important things to do.
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La Fumée Intense actually gets off to quite an intense start. The incense is rather dirty, the lavender dark and very intense and a clear smoky note. The whole thing has something harshly medicinal about it, only elemi resin provides a few fresh, limey notes that brighten everything up a little. Spices also resonate, but are rather gentle and do not come directly from the kitchen; coriander is recognizable. It all has something of an alchemical ritual or even witches' cuisine about it.
The fragrance calms down considerably after 10 minutes, becoming softer and also warmer, which could be due to the cumin, although you can't smell it explicitly. Chamomile provides additional herbaceous freshness. As the fragrance progresses, the basic orientation of the scent does not change much, only the weighting or perception of it shifts several times. Sometimes (slightly smoky) incense is in the foreground, then again the fresh, herbaceous aspects, before the spices flash out again. Only towards the base does the fragrance become resinous and sweeter, the camomile almost a little spicy, which offers a great contrast to the resinous-sweet. A little, very slightly earthy patchouli is still recognizable, but it is almost negligible.
The differences to the normal La Fumée are not very great. La Fumée Intense is by no means more intense, but a little softer, which is probably due to the lack of birch tar, which ultimately spoiled La Fumée for me. So it pains me personally that the Intense has been discontinued and not the normal one, but thank Souk it still found its way to me, thank you dear A.
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'...Vi veri vniversvm vivvs vici.' - By the power of truth I, the living, have conquered the universe; motto of Aleister Crowley
Castiglio is borrowed from melodies by Helmut Krausser, skepticism towards his works is appropriate
'Te exue sue!' - Get naked, you sow!
'Abyssus abyssum invocat - One mistake leads to another
'Contra vim mortis non est medicamen in hortis - There is no medicine against death.
Camerarius = medieval chamberlain
'Difficile est satiram non scribere - It is difficult not to write satire about it.
I got my Latin from Asterix books, so please Google directly for any errors.
With these words, he threw the last ingredient into the vat. A hiss and a flash were the result. Light green smoke billowed, taking away the sight, biting and pungent but also fresh and clearing the nose. Of course, this was again due to the lavender and the precious resins, very expensive but indispensable, as Castiglio had already described, and he was beyond reproach. But of course that was not the desired effect, which would only become apparent once the green smoke had dissipated. It just didn't go away.
'Te exue sue!'
And indeed, the smoke slowly cleared and a brown, viscous bubbling mass could be seen in the vat underneath. Nothing else. The umpteenth attempt and again only a fragrant brew, which was the least we could do with all the expensive spices. Perhaps the broth was even healthy. Of course, that would make things even worse. As an alchemist and sorcerer, it should at least smell like sulphur.
'Abyssus abyssum invocat.'
Yes, he had left out the birch tar, it always gave him a headache. But that wasn't the reason for the renewed failure, there had been too many failed attempts before, even with tar and headaches. Maybe he should just bottle the stuff and sell it as a cure? For a long life, for example? That way he could at least reduce the costs.
'Contra vim mortis non est medicamen in hortis.'
No, that was still beneath him, but sooner or later he would have to show some success, otherwise he would lose his position and with it his home and his peaceful life. He might be able to muddle through for a few more months. For the monthly report to the Camerarius, he would just have to embellish the results a little.
'Difficile est satiram non scribere.'
But not impossible.
He poured the contents of the vat into the garden. There, the cherry tree was in full bloom. Unusual in the middle of winter, but so be it, he had more important things to do.
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La Fumée Intense actually gets off to quite an intense start. The incense is rather dirty, the lavender dark and very intense and a clear smoky note. The whole thing has something harshly medicinal about it, only elemi resin provides a few fresh, limey notes that brighten everything up a little. Spices also resonate, but are rather gentle and do not come directly from the kitchen; coriander is recognizable. It all has something of an alchemical ritual or even witches' cuisine about it.
The fragrance calms down considerably after 10 minutes, becoming softer and also warmer, which could be due to the cumin, although you can't smell it explicitly. Chamomile provides additional herbaceous freshness. As the fragrance progresses, the basic orientation of the scent does not change much, only the weighting or perception of it shifts several times. Sometimes (slightly smoky) incense is in the foreground, then again the fresh, herbaceous aspects, before the spices flash out again. Only towards the base does the fragrance become resinous and sweeter, the camomile almost a little spicy, which offers a great contrast to the resinous-sweet. A little, very slightly earthy patchouli is still recognizable, but it is almost negligible.
The differences to the normal La Fumée are not very great. La Fumée Intense is by no means more intense, but a little softer, which is probably due to the lack of birch tar, which ultimately spoiled La Fumée for me. So it pains me personally that the Intense has been discontinued and not the normal one, but thank Souk it still found its way to me, thank you dear A.
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'...Vi veri vniversvm vivvs vici.' - By the power of truth I, the living, have conquered the universe; motto of Aleister Crowley
Castiglio is borrowed from melodies by Helmut Krausser, skepticism towards his works is appropriate
'Te exue sue!' - Get naked, you sow!
'Abyssus abyssum invocat - One mistake leads to another
'Contra vim mortis non est medicamen in hortis - There is no medicine against death.
Camerarius = medieval chamberlain
'Difficile est satiram non scribere - It is difficult not to write satire about it.
I got my Latin from Asterix books, so please Google directly for any errors.
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