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12/22/2023
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A harsh prelude and a tender promise
I tested the Pashm-Loon-Tchai trilogy (wool-salt-tea) and went on a journey of discovery, I have already described these journeys. I wanted more and ordered the quartet of Himalayan seasons and started the first journey today, Spring in Bome, with the other seasons to follow. I've never been there myself, but I'd like to travel there. 96% of the fragrance's ingredients are said to be natural.
Bome is a small town in Tibet, situated in a valley, I read on the Hima Jomo website and about the powerful return of life.
When I spray on the fragrance, it stings my nose, which I would not have expected. Galbanum, tarragon, Himalayan hedychium and mastic resin are supposed to be in the top note, which is all unfamiliar to me as a newcomer here. It must be resin, I can't smell tarragon. Is it the harsh smell of winter in nature, clothes, skin that has not been exposed to fresh air for so long? Is it the powerful eruption of the trees' lifeblood? I can still see snow, ice on the puddles, the earth still barely smells from its solidification, there is no mud yet. I am confused. Where is spring? Isn't it finally getting warm? The air is cold on my face. The valley is still in a haze, I still have a long way to go.
But it doesn't stay that way for long. I make my way down into the valley, wrapped up in my winter clothes and soon I am surrounded by delicate scents, delicate flowers. I stop and take a long, deep breath. A promise of spring gently drifts over to me. My nose reads along: The heart notes are tuberose, rose geranium leaf, peach blossom and iris. I only perceive the composition, finely tuned, the astringency has disappeared. I skip along happily, down into the valley, where I can see flowering bushes and trees through the mist. Spring has arrived, I run towards it.
I reach the first houses in the town. People are carrying furniture and household goods outside during their spring cleaning, they are in an upbeat mood, polishing their woodwork. I stop again and soak up the impressions of new beginnings. Old leaves are being removed from the gardens, the earth releases a damp fragrance, belongings are allowed to air, the aroma of fresh grasses and the first flowers wafts across. The base note is said to contain Indian nard, papyrus, vetiver and moss. I sniff out the fine sweetness of vetiver, nard, fine woody notes.
The harsh opening has thus dissolved into delicate fragrances, a promise that life is returning. It's still fresh, but we can get out into the air again, shed our heavy clothes and start the year afresh.
For me, Spring in Bome is also a fragrance for all genders. I can imagine it in everyday life, at work, going out. For me, it fits into early spring and also now into winter, as a delicate promise. I also find this fragrance very successful, finely tuned, courageous, it tells of a world that is still foreign to me. Simply remarkable.
Bome is a small town in Tibet, situated in a valley, I read on the Hima Jomo website and about the powerful return of life.
When I spray on the fragrance, it stings my nose, which I would not have expected. Galbanum, tarragon, Himalayan hedychium and mastic resin are supposed to be in the top note, which is all unfamiliar to me as a newcomer here. It must be resin, I can't smell tarragon. Is it the harsh smell of winter in nature, clothes, skin that has not been exposed to fresh air for so long? Is it the powerful eruption of the trees' lifeblood? I can still see snow, ice on the puddles, the earth still barely smells from its solidification, there is no mud yet. I am confused. Where is spring? Isn't it finally getting warm? The air is cold on my face. The valley is still in a haze, I still have a long way to go.
But it doesn't stay that way for long. I make my way down into the valley, wrapped up in my winter clothes and soon I am surrounded by delicate scents, delicate flowers. I stop and take a long, deep breath. A promise of spring gently drifts over to me. My nose reads along: The heart notes are tuberose, rose geranium leaf, peach blossom and iris. I only perceive the composition, finely tuned, the astringency has disappeared. I skip along happily, down into the valley, where I can see flowering bushes and trees through the mist. Spring has arrived, I run towards it.
I reach the first houses in the town. People are carrying furniture and household goods outside during their spring cleaning, they are in an upbeat mood, polishing their woodwork. I stop again and soak up the impressions of new beginnings. Old leaves are being removed from the gardens, the earth releases a damp fragrance, belongings are allowed to air, the aroma of fresh grasses and the first flowers wafts across. The base note is said to contain Indian nard, papyrus, vetiver and moss. I sniff out the fine sweetness of vetiver, nard, fine woody notes.
The harsh opening has thus dissolved into delicate fragrances, a promise that life is returning. It's still fresh, but we can get out into the air again, shed our heavy clothes and start the year afresh.
For me, Spring in Bome is also a fragrance for all genders. I can imagine it in everyday life, at work, going out. For me, it fits into early spring and also now into winter, as a delicate promise. I also find this fragrance very successful, finely tuned, courageous, it tells of a world that is still foreign to me. Simply remarkable.
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