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On its own...
I've seen him before, this Pierre.
Plain, numbered flacons, the names as subtitles... appeals to me. Particularly eye-catching, kitschy bottles don't let me guess anything good olfactory. Which should I test from this quantity (hardly to believe that Monsieur Guillaume is vintage '77...) at simple equality?
Komorebi...the light that connects heaven with earth..and the tree.
Green notes? Yes. Yes Ozone notes? I'm sure it will! Mint? Absolutely Black currant... mmh! Different woods? I'm curious!
Quiet fog, a deep breath... i close my eyes :
Rub mint between your fingers, a gust of wind... fresh air, no traffic... just nature, press your finger into the thick, sticky drops on the tree... doesn't matter if it doesn't come off anymore, grasses, flowers... not opulent, the mimosa...so tender and sensitive, the dark, bulging currants... a whole hand full... it closes to the fist... the berries burst... the red juice drips down on the wrist... the colored hand strokes firmly over half the face, the tonka bean unusual... back away... pause, strong branches... give hold... Security!
Clear charms, harmony, lightness, a quiet tenderness, which at the same time contains a natural strength.
To be all alone...
A Frenchman who speaks Japanese... simply wonderful!
Komorebi, you will be my first.