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When she was a little girl, she loved being in her grandpa's wood shop. Everything smelled like wood, so fresh, so green and spicy. Sometimes she would reach into scraps of wood and have her little fingers full of resin. She loved the color of the resin, which resembled amber, the smell, and the stickiness. Her grandpa always said her eyes resembled ambers and although she didn't know exactly what it was, she was pleased and guessed that it must be something beautiful.
He also sold sawdust to the farmers in the surrounding countryside, who used it to smoke their sausages. He often took it with him on his deliveries. A few sacks of sawdust in the rickety blue truck and she - actually too small - in the front with him on the trestle, blissfully sucking delicious yellow Swiss herb candies.
After deliveries, they often took trips into the nearby woods. He knew every tree, every shrub, and all the Latin names. Pinus sylvestris, Abies concolor or Pinaceae were names that were deeply imprinted on her mind.
To her, he was the smartest person in the world. Often they roamed through the undergrowth and he explained to her the mosses and plants that were not seen at all on the main paths. He saw and loved them all - firs, pines, spruces, beeches, mosses and ferns.
They rubbed the different needles of branches lying on the ground in their hands and smelled them. They both especially loved the scent of the Douglas fir. He explained the age of the trees and showed her where new shoots were growing and if not, what the trees were missing. He gave a lot of thought to reforestation and growing media. He wished that when she grew up she would be able to experience the forest in all its fullness and splendour. This worried him and she felt it. She would have liked to help him.
She felt how important the forest was to him, how important she was to him. She felt safe and protected. The silence of the forest, the greenery, the soft ground, the hand of her grandpa whom she loved so much, all this was her home.
Many years have passed now, she is grown up, her grandpa died a long time ago. She still goes to the woods whenever family and work allow. Her soul can breathe a sigh of relief, her heart can expand. She feels protected and connected as she did when she was a little girl.
Thank you for getting to know this fragrance, dear Turandot. It is soft, green, gentle, gives me ground and smells like home.
He also sold sawdust to the farmers in the surrounding countryside, who used it to smoke their sausages. He often took it with him on his deliveries. A few sacks of sawdust in the rickety blue truck and she - actually too small - in the front with him on the trestle, blissfully sucking delicious yellow Swiss herb candies.
After deliveries, they often took trips into the nearby woods. He knew every tree, every shrub, and all the Latin names. Pinus sylvestris, Abies concolor or Pinaceae were names that were deeply imprinted on her mind.
To her, he was the smartest person in the world. Often they roamed through the undergrowth and he explained to her the mosses and plants that were not seen at all on the main paths. He saw and loved them all - firs, pines, spruces, beeches, mosses and ferns.
They rubbed the different needles of branches lying on the ground in their hands and smelled them. They both especially loved the scent of the Douglas fir. He explained the age of the trees and showed her where new shoots were growing and if not, what the trees were missing. He gave a lot of thought to reforestation and growing media. He wished that when she grew up she would be able to experience the forest in all its fullness and splendour. This worried him and she felt it. She would have liked to help him.
She felt how important the forest was to him, how important she was to him. She felt safe and protected. The silence of the forest, the greenery, the soft ground, the hand of her grandpa whom she loved so much, all this was her home.
Many years have passed now, she is grown up, her grandpa died a long time ago. She still goes to the woods whenever family and work allow. Her soul can breathe a sigh of relief, her heart can expand. She feels protected and connected as she did when she was a little girl.
Thank you for getting to know this fragrance, dear Turandot. It is soft, green, gentle, gives me ground and smells like home.
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