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Wedding in the Wunderwald
The fir trees in the Wunderwald stand so close together that they almost seem like a huge curtain of heavy velvet that continues through the whole view and melts away into the endless in the distance. The passing wind is barely able to move the huge conifers with their mighty roots and trunks like wooden pedestals. Only at the top of the treetops can it successfully leave a dense rustle as it slips through, which always fades away gently towards the sky. The already fallen leaves of other trees, several agitated mosses and broken branches by roaming animals, line the ground of the fir trees like a lavishly embroidered golden brown border.
Here, against this backdrop like that of a time-honoured theatre, it is to take place, the wedding.
Truly "Epic the Green" had to fight for the blessing not only of both parents but also of the relatives for the wedding with his beautiful "Cousin Lyric", also from the noble house of Amouage. The custom in the country requires unrestricted agreement of all family members. After all, the union should last a lifetime. Epic really had to draw on his strength for many a consent. For Uncle Kümmel always had it in the cross and, grumpy as he became, did not like to talk about happy things when Epic visited him. Aunt Rosa Pfeffer, on the other hand, couldn't rub the news under the noses of everyone in town fast enough. She lured her victims into the house with magically scented, homemade jasmine tea and cinnamon, and she skillfully pushed them through the hallway into the beautiful parlor and slammed the door behind her. Then she showered her "guests" with torrents of words, while they turned to the windows with the plant boxes filled with rose geraniums, seeking help. It was quite possible that the neighbours Ambra or Gujak or the old maid Iris peeked through the windows to see whether Aunt Rosa had already served the tea. They could then tell them that they were to be released from their teatime. Rosa had not only helpless victims but also grateful when it came to free tea and gossip. When she was in a particularly good mood, she would serve homemade patchouli cookies with vanilla froth. These, on the other hand, were not given for free. You had to leave some incense nuggets for her, which she then let disappear with a sharp grin into her apron pocket and patted briefly from the outside.
The big day Epic has chosen for its heavy velvet robe in the same green of the fir trees. As he waits in front of them for his lyric, he almost disappears in them. Only through his golden hair or when he moves, he can be made out in the scenery. This is also a challenge for the wedding guests present, who have taken their seats on rows of lavishly decorated wooden benches standing on butter-soft moss and keep him company while waiting.
The fanfares sound, followed by soft music and immediately the eyes turn towards the clearing. A few fairy tale children, adorned with fragrant flowers, happily jump up and down and throw rose petals into the air. While they slowly glide to the ground, the outlines of the proud father with the beautiful bride on his arm behind him can already be made out. Lyric is also wearing velvet. Heavy he moves to her gentle steps over the soft moss. The deep red colour of the robe shimmers slightly. The ebony-coloured hair is pinned up and is still a little covered by the light of the setting sun, which sends a few rays of sunlight through the way out of the clearing. It looks as if an elf has rained a handful of gold dust on the bridal head.
Overjoyed and radiant, Epic receives his Lyric from her father's hands into his outstretched arms.
A wedding like this has not been seen in the Wunderwald for a long time. Fairytale figures in noble robes, the finest food and drink, dancers and fools and wonderful music Finally, the wedding waltz makes it abundantly clear why Epic and Lyric had to find and love each other. Their nobly spicy body scents, with the hearts of exquisite roses and jasmine and the souls of woods, patchouli and musk unite in the dance and wrap the forest in a hypnotic scent dream of green and deep red, with the density of a heavy velvet fabric and the gift to enchant everything, far beyond their entourages. Everyone perceives them, even if they are not in the immediate vicinity. When dancing and making love, the notes intensify even more. The two bodies still smell when other scents have long faded.
When Epic happily falls asleep next to Lyric, he has long since absorbed some of her most intimate molecules with her kisses. He is sure that they are each other's inhalation and exhalation. They have too much in common. A state as if heaven had united them personally.
Short version:
Epic: Initially cool opulence that reminds me a bit of Thalia Sodi's Absolute Amethyst, but here with spicy, peppery notes of caraway, cinnamon dust and rose. Constantly warming with jasmine and wood, softened by ambergris and musk. A blissful finish with patch and incense with a noble unsweet vanilla note. Absolutely (over-)sensual!
Lyric: Just as spicy and strong upbeat as Epic but without the coolness, but more towards the ripe, deep red rose, which is beautifully supported by ylang. Then follows a very similar, warmer and warmer progression with a finish that is almost in tune with Epic. Find the just as (over-)sensual, but also a bit sexier
Lypic, so a pun from their names might call them. For me, these two stand for absolute harmony of scent and a perfect coordination of all the notes used in each case.
Perfumery at it's Best...
I'm off and running...
Here, against this backdrop like that of a time-honoured theatre, it is to take place, the wedding.
Truly "Epic the Green" had to fight for the blessing not only of both parents but also of the relatives for the wedding with his beautiful "Cousin Lyric", also from the noble house of Amouage. The custom in the country requires unrestricted agreement of all family members. After all, the union should last a lifetime. Epic really had to draw on his strength for many a consent. For Uncle Kümmel always had it in the cross and, grumpy as he became, did not like to talk about happy things when Epic visited him. Aunt Rosa Pfeffer, on the other hand, couldn't rub the news under the noses of everyone in town fast enough. She lured her victims into the house with magically scented, homemade jasmine tea and cinnamon, and she skillfully pushed them through the hallway into the beautiful parlor and slammed the door behind her. Then she showered her "guests" with torrents of words, while they turned to the windows with the plant boxes filled with rose geraniums, seeking help. It was quite possible that the neighbours Ambra or Gujak or the old maid Iris peeked through the windows to see whether Aunt Rosa had already served the tea. They could then tell them that they were to be released from their teatime. Rosa had not only helpless victims but also grateful when it came to free tea and gossip. When she was in a particularly good mood, she would serve homemade patchouli cookies with vanilla froth. These, on the other hand, were not given for free. You had to leave some incense nuggets for her, which she then let disappear with a sharp grin into her apron pocket and patted briefly from the outside.
The big day Epic has chosen for its heavy velvet robe in the same green of the fir trees. As he waits in front of them for his lyric, he almost disappears in them. Only through his golden hair or when he moves, he can be made out in the scenery. This is also a challenge for the wedding guests present, who have taken their seats on rows of lavishly decorated wooden benches standing on butter-soft moss and keep him company while waiting.
The fanfares sound, followed by soft music and immediately the eyes turn towards the clearing. A few fairy tale children, adorned with fragrant flowers, happily jump up and down and throw rose petals into the air. While they slowly glide to the ground, the outlines of the proud father with the beautiful bride on his arm behind him can already be made out. Lyric is also wearing velvet. Heavy he moves to her gentle steps over the soft moss. The deep red colour of the robe shimmers slightly. The ebony-coloured hair is pinned up and is still a little covered by the light of the setting sun, which sends a few rays of sunlight through the way out of the clearing. It looks as if an elf has rained a handful of gold dust on the bridal head.
Overjoyed and radiant, Epic receives his Lyric from her father's hands into his outstretched arms.
A wedding like this has not been seen in the Wunderwald for a long time. Fairytale figures in noble robes, the finest food and drink, dancers and fools and wonderful music Finally, the wedding waltz makes it abundantly clear why Epic and Lyric had to find and love each other. Their nobly spicy body scents, with the hearts of exquisite roses and jasmine and the souls of woods, patchouli and musk unite in the dance and wrap the forest in a hypnotic scent dream of green and deep red, with the density of a heavy velvet fabric and the gift to enchant everything, far beyond their entourages. Everyone perceives them, even if they are not in the immediate vicinity. When dancing and making love, the notes intensify even more. The two bodies still smell when other scents have long faded.
When Epic happily falls asleep next to Lyric, he has long since absorbed some of her most intimate molecules with her kisses. He is sure that they are each other's inhalation and exhalation. They have too much in common. A state as if heaven had united them personally.
Short version:
Epic: Initially cool opulence that reminds me a bit of Thalia Sodi's Absolute Amethyst, but here with spicy, peppery notes of caraway, cinnamon dust and rose. Constantly warming with jasmine and wood, softened by ambergris and musk. A blissful finish with patch and incense with a noble unsweet vanilla note. Absolutely (over-)sensual!
Lyric: Just as spicy and strong upbeat as Epic but without the coolness, but more towards the ripe, deep red rose, which is beautifully supported by ylang. Then follows a very similar, warmer and warmer progression with a finish that is almost in tune with Epic. Find the just as (over-)sensual, but also a bit sexier
Lypic, so a pun from their names might call them. For me, these two stand for absolute harmony of scent and a perfect coordination of all the notes used in each case.
Perfumery at it's Best...
I'm off and running...
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