05/05/2020
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Virginia Porch
Slowly the day trots by, sleepily stretching itself and its shadows over the vast meadows and forests of Shenandoah Park. Gallagher swings clumsily in his chair on the veranda, stores the fading heat like a quiet reptile and stares tiredly over the mountains and valleys of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Apathetically he opens the small wooden box with the tobacco and unconsciously begins to dalge the light-coloured fine cut between his index finger and thumb, Virginia, soft and spicy, humid like the ground after a summer rain, in addition the smell of the shabby box, a cedar, which hallucinates in thoughts of yesterday fifty years ago now and then a note of needle resin, green fireflies like sloppy shooting stars so fleeting.
Gallagher enjoys the evening amber in the old maple leaves, reddishly sparkling like fine liqueur, Pedro the ion, "God bless the indian summer" goes through his mind, over and over again. Further and further he stirs the tobacco in the darkening cedar, lets it float through tart sparkling white musk, amber-coloured old wives' liqueur. He will listen in this little cloud, preserving the moment, not smoking the tobacco. He will follow his gaze leisurely into the shimmering waves of maple colours, tobacco leaves on the branches of the cedar, which slowly fall asleep in the amber **
In Daniel Gallagher's "Silk Series" each fragrance consists of only three notes, whereby the amber heart and the wood base always remain the same, only the top note is changed and thematically highlighted. In "Tobacco Silk" the concept seems to work. The light and yet finely spicy tobacco is embedded in an amber, which appears rather tart and red than heavy and sweetish, as is often the case. The cedar forms a rather dry base and now and then sets the mentioned greenish resinous pin-points. "Tobacco Silk" is rather quiet and reserved, but at the same time relatively persistent, rather pleasing and suitable for everyday use rather than angular, but can convince with me alone by the fact that one here just has not once again in the folly poured honey over the tobacco.
(With thanks to Gschpusi)
Apathetically he opens the small wooden box with the tobacco and unconsciously begins to dalge the light-coloured fine cut between his index finger and thumb, Virginia, soft and spicy, humid like the ground after a summer rain, in addition the smell of the shabby box, a cedar, which hallucinates in thoughts of yesterday fifty years ago now and then a note of needle resin, green fireflies like sloppy shooting stars so fleeting.
Gallagher enjoys the evening amber in the old maple leaves, reddishly sparkling like fine liqueur, Pedro the ion, "God bless the indian summer" goes through his mind, over and over again. Further and further he stirs the tobacco in the darkening cedar, lets it float through tart sparkling white musk, amber-coloured old wives' liqueur. He will listen in this little cloud, preserving the moment, not smoking the tobacco. He will follow his gaze leisurely into the shimmering waves of maple colours, tobacco leaves on the branches of the cedar, which slowly fall asleep in the amber **
In Daniel Gallagher's "Silk Series" each fragrance consists of only three notes, whereby the amber heart and the wood base always remain the same, only the top note is changed and thematically highlighted. In "Tobacco Silk" the concept seems to work. The light and yet finely spicy tobacco is embedded in an amber, which appears rather tart and red than heavy and sweetish, as is often the case. The cedar forms a rather dry base and now and then sets the mentioned greenish resinous pin-points. "Tobacco Silk" is rather quiet and reserved, but at the same time relatively persistent, rather pleasing and suitable for everyday use rather than angular, but can convince with me alone by the fact that one here just has not once again in the folly poured honey over the tobacco.
(With thanks to Gschpusi)
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