Top Notes 
Heart Notes 
Base Notes 
07/07/2019
Floyd
289 Reviews
Translated
Show original
Floyd
Top Review
23
From Neil Armstrong's preserving jar
Dear Buzz,
it's amazing. It's been many decades since we were both up there in the moon dust. Maybe you remember that when we took the soil samples I also had a preserving jar from grandmother Caroline with me. She had said that I should bring her something from the moon, which I did, although I remember that the filling was quite cumbersome because of the clumsy gloves. After I gave it to her, she obviously kept it for me, but never opened it. Now she is no longer with us and in her estate this preserving jar appeared again. I looked at the dust and the stones in it for a long time before I decided to open the glass in her honour. Since her scents had always meant as much to me as they did, I was sure she would have wanted me to discover the scent of the moon in her place.
What I smelled at first was quite amazing. Do you know the smell of smoke from flintstones, that little cloud that sometimes rises when you press a lighter? Imagine that scent mixed with the hot asphalt in Death Valley, then you know what I mean. During the landing with the Eagle we must have ignited the stones and minerals quite properly and the soil samples must have taken a bit too close to the landing ferry, otherwise I cannot explain this smell to myself. Even more astonishing, however, is the fact that, quite remotely, I could also perceive something greenish and spicy, almost like coriander, but I still have no explanation for this. Should the Russians have been there before us and tried to plant herbs on the moon? Or had Granny Caroline previously kept coriander in the glass?
Buzz, I couldn't keep my nose off the glass, for many hours I sat over it and first noticed something earthy-resiny next to the other smells, deep and warm, almost a little powdery. Can you imagine that once there were trees on the moon? Scientifically, I suppose that's out of the question. Maybe the sample reacted with the oxygen of my living room, with my leather sofa, but the longer I smelled it, the deeper, darker, more leathery, almost a bit musky animal scent became. And some spicy tobacco I thought I could also see this rough semi-finished product that the Dutchman had always smoked at Mission Control in Houston.
This fragrance was great, although it did not flow overwhelmingly strongly from the glass, so it filled my living room for several hours, rough, dark, mysterious. How much I regret not having had more preserving jars with me at the time. That's just what I wanted to tell you, my friend. See you soon, your
Neil Armstrong
(With thanks to Yukiko, who gave me this fragrance as a surprise in an exchange)
it's amazing. It's been many decades since we were both up there in the moon dust. Maybe you remember that when we took the soil samples I also had a preserving jar from grandmother Caroline with me. She had said that I should bring her something from the moon, which I did, although I remember that the filling was quite cumbersome because of the clumsy gloves. After I gave it to her, she obviously kept it for me, but never opened it. Now she is no longer with us and in her estate this preserving jar appeared again. I looked at the dust and the stones in it for a long time before I decided to open the glass in her honour. Since her scents had always meant as much to me as they did, I was sure she would have wanted me to discover the scent of the moon in her place.
What I smelled at first was quite amazing. Do you know the smell of smoke from flintstones, that little cloud that sometimes rises when you press a lighter? Imagine that scent mixed with the hot asphalt in Death Valley, then you know what I mean. During the landing with the Eagle we must have ignited the stones and minerals quite properly and the soil samples must have taken a bit too close to the landing ferry, otherwise I cannot explain this smell to myself. Even more astonishing, however, is the fact that, quite remotely, I could also perceive something greenish and spicy, almost like coriander, but I still have no explanation for this. Should the Russians have been there before us and tried to plant herbs on the moon? Or had Granny Caroline previously kept coriander in the glass?
Buzz, I couldn't keep my nose off the glass, for many hours I sat over it and first noticed something earthy-resiny next to the other smells, deep and warm, almost a little powdery. Can you imagine that once there were trees on the moon? Scientifically, I suppose that's out of the question. Maybe the sample reacted with the oxygen of my living room, with my leather sofa, but the longer I smelled it, the deeper, darker, more leathery, almost a bit musky animal scent became. And some spicy tobacco I thought I could also see this rough semi-finished product that the Dutchman had always smoked at Mission Control in Houston.
This fragrance was great, although it did not flow overwhelmingly strongly from the glass, so it filled my living room for several hours, rough, dark, mysterious. How much I regret not having had more preserving jars with me at the time. That's just what I wanted to tell you, my friend. See you soon, your
Neil Armstrong
(With thanks to Yukiko, who gave me this fragrance as a surprise in an exchange)
11 Comments
Bielwenass
