Wonderfully green (ah!), irritating, lion tooth green, grassy, aromatic. Herbaceous. Mineral. Pond water, slightly brackish. What grows on a stream. View into the sky, treetops. Native, exotic? Weird.
Earth, well-watered. Sun-heated. Roots break through the earth's surface.
Barefoot, freshly creamed. Men's skin, women's fragrance. A dragonfly.
Foreign matter, bitter, sour, a straw to chew on. Tastes bad, spit out.
After one hour maggi herb and wood, but somehow, well let's say "apart" (horrible word). Light smoke, somewhere at the edge of the forest hangs a little fog and PiffPaff despite summer day in the forest feeling.
And jungle in general. Lianas too, I'm sure. With pine resin, yes, yes, quite cross-faunatic.
Now I remember the Buxus from the Margiela Untitled. It is always a little oppressive, and attracts attention, even years later.
Is there bark mulch? Bang - a flint falls down and it dusts. Somewhere a mouse rustles and fur leaves a light musk scent. Not clean, but rather such stripped undercoat from a green-spotted saw- er mammal, which I have never seen at Sielmann like this.
I'm going to fan myself some fresh air with a palm leaf. I don't know if I really smell it.
To the smoke comes the blue-green freshness of Vetiver, yes, I like to stay with it and the scent with me. So about five hours more.
P.S.: You see: At AugustA the fragrance is coming along well, but that took some tests with a long time interval (years!). In this way, it changes from one (un)possible green to the next between superficially unagitatedly fresh synthetic bathroom shower tile green and off on the liana through the jungle. I think it's funny now and I really like to wear it now and then. Some people think it's a solid men's fragrance. Either way, off into the countryside! And a Hallali for all golfers who stumbled over the vine! Green remains green and is not always green. It won't get any greener!