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My Amber Number 14
And Theseus sighed
To find your way through the labyrinth of this pyramid you need the thread of Ariadne. Our hero is travelling with a small suitcase, to which Ariadne has tied a silver love bow.
The Theseus is biting through. Cabochard, a stubborn dog.
And already he's standing in the middle of the vegetables. Wrong, first mistake. They are amber-soaked blueberries, brushed with cinnamon, grown on ginger roots and fertilized with the kiss of the tea rose. Sweetish. A stroll under fine mandarins. Full bodied. The whole programme. Like sightseeing.
But here now, Lily of the valley?! And cyclamen?! Groundhog looking for a bride? Theseus doubts.
Light amber scent, warm, soft, slightly sweet, floats through the sandalwood grove. Theseus shares it with mighty arms. He stumbles over exotic mud patchouli, defeats the fearful, cautiously snorting Minotaur, and flees. The escape is quick. Leaving everything behind, everything is also quickly blown away.
With the bloated sails before his eyes, he falls, saved, over tonka beans into the vanilla. With the after-spray case into the light of freedom. The hour is up.
Found all the scents? All together? - Few found, but happily united in a mild blend.