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Notes05/19/2020
Chizza
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Fate is everything
Lonely I fought my way through the wilderness of this land, as the only survivor of the Fallen Battle. The gods were supposed to bring us victory, but we were ambushed by the Saxons! Since we had not expected this and were rushing wildly towards the enemy, this was our downfall. I myself was wounded, dragged unobserved into the woods.
There it smelled for me strange and wonderful at the same time. The spruces intensively exhaled their ethereal and pleasant scent, which reached me together with the smoke clouds of resin. This melange was strangely calming, the animals of the forest were silent, the idyll was deceptive. I didn't know where I had gotten into, but this intensive smell, which caresses you, which wants to win you over with its woody-etheric aura...
As a spider builds its finely woven web, so I received the signals of the forest; the sticky dew of the spruce I perceived spicily and saw the sticky and viscous liquid on the bark of the firs already before me. I felt as if I could feel the pulsating moss on the trunks of the coniferous trees, as if I could perceive the moss in this way. There! A young fox cut through the ferns lining the path. So there were animals here after all, only no sounds to be heard.
More and more the pictures blurred before my eyes. A dark premonition killed me and so I looked at the plant, which I touched unintentionally when I fell once at the beginning of the forest and partly absorbed in me in an unexplainable moment. It was the hemlock...something suddenly tore me out of my trance and I looked towards the clearing.
Now I saw her clearly, the female being responsible for all this. A being where there was no escape, the gods already knew that. I had escaped the battle, but not my destiny. So she stood before me as one of the three sisters; destiny is everything; now she moved: the Norn.
Explanatory if the scent has not become clear: Norne is very intense and woody in a way that is unparalleled. Here, you don't necessarily feel like you're on a journey through woods, here you feel more like you're part of the woods. The wood smells like freshly cut or as if it was cut in single wounded places and is very well carried by the incense. This provides the wood with a glowing olfactory background and you can well imagine how the spruces release their honeydew or the insects responsible for it. Dark brown and tough, it is symbolic of the imaginary colour of norne. The moss is the reason why the fragrance does not lose its balance. It is very intense, durability and even more sillage are incredibly strong. Here Norne walks on a narrow ridge, but thanks to the calming moss it doesn't lose its balance. Probably some perfumes will be disturbed by an intensely pungent undertone, which is difficult to describe for me and maybe has its origin in the crushed hemlock.
There it smelled for me strange and wonderful at the same time. The spruces intensively exhaled their ethereal and pleasant scent, which reached me together with the smoke clouds of resin. This melange was strangely calming, the animals of the forest were silent, the idyll was deceptive. I didn't know where I had gotten into, but this intensive smell, which caresses you, which wants to win you over with its woody-etheric aura...
As a spider builds its finely woven web, so I received the signals of the forest; the sticky dew of the spruce I perceived spicily and saw the sticky and viscous liquid on the bark of the firs already before me. I felt as if I could feel the pulsating moss on the trunks of the coniferous trees, as if I could perceive the moss in this way. There! A young fox cut through the ferns lining the path. So there were animals here after all, only no sounds to be heard.
More and more the pictures blurred before my eyes. A dark premonition killed me and so I looked at the plant, which I touched unintentionally when I fell once at the beginning of the forest and partly absorbed in me in an unexplainable moment. It was the hemlock...something suddenly tore me out of my trance and I looked towards the clearing.
Now I saw her clearly, the female being responsible for all this. A being where there was no escape, the gods already knew that. I had escaped the battle, but not my destiny. So she stood before me as one of the three sisters; destiny is everything; now she moved: the Norn.
Explanatory if the scent has not become clear: Norne is very intense and woody in a way that is unparalleled. Here, you don't necessarily feel like you're on a journey through woods, here you feel more like you're part of the woods. The wood smells like freshly cut or as if it was cut in single wounded places and is very well carried by the incense. This provides the wood with a glowing olfactory background and you can well imagine how the spruces release their honeydew or the insects responsible for it. Dark brown and tough, it is symbolic of the imaginary colour of norne. The moss is the reason why the fragrance does not lose its balance. It is very intense, durability and even more sillage are incredibly strong. Here Norne walks on a narrow ridge, but thanks to the calming moss it doesn't lose its balance. Probably some perfumes will be disturbed by an intensely pungent undertone, which is difficult to describe for me and maybe has its origin in the crushed hemlock.
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