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Chaparral
Chaparral looked like nobody, the well-read companion of William Blake, who had pulled him out of the spirit world and led him through the wilderness to his death, to the creaking guitar of Neil Young, far away in the desert. Chaparral was a knower, a powerful medicine man, a smiling shaman who didn't even try to explain the world to the white man, he wouldn't understand it after all. I lay on his lap, not knowing how I got there, I stared paralyzed into the concentric circles of the sun, until his smile covered the light.
You need to be quiet to hear the voices of healing, white man! I will now begin the cleansing! Chaparral creaked and waved spicy desert mugwort over my body, came hissing soft citrus breeze, strong herbaceous sage-like creeping over me.
I dozed off, saw myself in subtle blossoms, softly wafting the smell of the grasses, which surely only rarely grew here. Chaparral had stopped talking, but kept on talking to me about the powers of the creosote bush, about the ancient tradition of his ancestors, about the herbal tea effects of Gobernadora, about sun protection and blood poisoning, when I saw the snake sleeping in the shadow of the shaman. You could smell the rain in the creosote, how it awakens grasses to green life. I thought I smelled tar too, but I kept it to myself, because I didn't want to appear sick of civilization. Then Chaparral laughed and spoke of the salt, which was also noticed everywhere, of the lakes that went to the sun when the rain stopped coming.
Many a sweet delight laughs, the medicine man quoted, when after hours I noticed a hint of mild musk, nuances of dry wood and a soapy mixture of grass and earth. For you it will rain again, you will grow, white man! muttered Chaparral with a subtle smile. Some people laugh with sweet delight, some are beckoned by the eternal night.
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"Durango" speaks softly about the plants and scents of the North American Southwest, about the medicinal plants so important to the Indians, especially the creosote bush, the chaparral, whose natural healing effects are seemingly endless, whose green-smoky scent, resulting from the protective resin, which smells of essential tar oil and keeps away predators, is associated with the haze after the rain in the desert. All other ingredients seem to support this scent, or rather to give it a development from fresh to earthy-sapid. Unfortunately, "Durango" projects only a few hours very close to my skin, but it is a wonderful and unusual green-smoky earthy scent.
(With thanks to Gschpusi)
You need to be quiet to hear the voices of healing, white man! I will now begin the cleansing! Chaparral creaked and waved spicy desert mugwort over my body, came hissing soft citrus breeze, strong herbaceous sage-like creeping over me.
I dozed off, saw myself in subtle blossoms, softly wafting the smell of the grasses, which surely only rarely grew here. Chaparral had stopped talking, but kept on talking to me about the powers of the creosote bush, about the ancient tradition of his ancestors, about the herbal tea effects of Gobernadora, about sun protection and blood poisoning, when I saw the snake sleeping in the shadow of the shaman. You could smell the rain in the creosote, how it awakens grasses to green life. I thought I smelled tar too, but I kept it to myself, because I didn't want to appear sick of civilization. Then Chaparral laughed and spoke of the salt, which was also noticed everywhere, of the lakes that went to the sun when the rain stopped coming.
Many a sweet delight laughs, the medicine man quoted, when after hours I noticed a hint of mild musk, nuances of dry wood and a soapy mixture of grass and earth. For you it will rain again, you will grow, white man! muttered Chaparral with a subtle smile. Some people laugh with sweet delight, some are beckoned by the eternal night.
**
"Durango" speaks softly about the plants and scents of the North American Southwest, about the medicinal plants so important to the Indians, especially the creosote bush, the chaparral, whose natural healing effects are seemingly endless, whose green-smoky scent, resulting from the protective resin, which smells of essential tar oil and keeps away predators, is associated with the haze after the rain in the desert. All other ingredients seem to support this scent, or rather to give it a development from fresh to earthy-sapid. Unfortunately, "Durango" projects only a few hours very close to my skin, but it is a wonderful and unusual green-smoky earthy scent.
(With thanks to Gschpusi)
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