12/20/2019
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Hundreds of lost steps echo from the walls and stone floor of the cold monastic cathedral, where in the candle dark murmur of the hall you find yourself in front of a black altar. From heavy goblets in front of you fog after Byzantine recipes to similar parts different resins to the purifying Mette.
The incense wafts brightly and eucalyptically as glowing lights in the cold smoke, the smoky myrrh blends with cassia as if one was burning tiger balm. The ethereal cinnamon from that cassia cleanses the body and transports your blood, the one-hour eucalyptus rider leaves a warming glow in you.
The sweeter cinnamon bark leads you to the nard, which paints a woody-herbal picture of a meadow in this dark valley with vetiver, where mushrooms thrive warm and humid, cedars shimmer bluish in the moonlight and amber trees sprinkle leaves. The land in which Labdanum flows then resembles an orange candy, from its fruity mantle sweet golden blossom honey flows away.
This experience reminds you of Sigil, the magical stranger, and also of a falling amber sleeping on a blanket of snow at winter solstice. It bears the signature of the alchemists, remains quiet and rather discreet and can be a place where travel begins at any time of the year.
The incense wafts brightly and eucalyptically as glowing lights in the cold smoke, the smoky myrrh blends with cassia as if one was burning tiger balm. The ethereal cinnamon from that cassia cleanses the body and transports your blood, the one-hour eucalyptus rider leaves a warming glow in you.
The sweeter cinnamon bark leads you to the nard, which paints a woody-herbal picture of a meadow in this dark valley with vetiver, where mushrooms thrive warm and humid, cedars shimmer bluish in the moonlight and amber trees sprinkle leaves. The land in which Labdanum flows then resembles an orange candy, from its fruity mantle sweet golden blossom honey flows away.
This experience reminds you of Sigil, the magical stranger, and also of a falling amber sleeping on a blanket of snow at winter solstice. It bears the signature of the alchemists, remains quiet and rather discreet and can be a place where travel begins at any time of the year.
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