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the "heart" of the forest
Forests, how fascinating in their diversity!
The bright, light deciduous forest: in spring, it is delicately greened, so that the first playful rays of sunshine make shimmering lights dance across the ground covered with snowy carpets of anemone blossoms.
The mixed forest: on hot summer days a place of welcome shade, yet so light and bright. A green-fringed, gurgling brook, the coolness of a clear lake, the spicy aroma of mixed undergrowth, clearings with flowers dancing in the wind
Then in autumn, perhaps even oak-laden: fertile and damp-scented; the ephemeral is quietly announced. A rustling in the still loose, colourful foliage; some fir or pine cones lie around, from which birds and squirrels secure the fine seeds. There is a lot of activity in the forest - winter is already stretching its spidery, thin fingers.
Then the silence of winter: dark and bare, the trees stretch their branches towards the light, towards the sky, which is finally appearing. The snow mercifully covers everything that has been; but traces there show that there are still living beings on the way.
The forest is freezing and yet the rare sunrays produce fragile dark lace patterns on the snow-white down soft blanket - filigree silhouettes of nature!
Tellus" must have been created deep in the forest.
(Yes, I admit it: with the help of a lot of chemistry, born out of the laboratory! But isn't chemistry also rooted in nature?)
There, where in the darkness between the old giant trees and mysteriously spicy smelling undergrowth almost strange aromas unfold, this peculiar and yet fascinating scent takes me away
Heavy moist earth scents, patchouli impregnated and almost forgotten; perhaps even a trace of too repellent, too natural, slightly repulsive.
Rotting, rotting wood and rich soft moss cushions cover the floor; balsamic fir and golden, distant amber scent is in the air.
Who might have put this large bouquet of white lilies here in particular?
Who knows the way through this dark labyrinth to this enchanted centre of the forest?
Yesterday and today this was certainly not the case; the large ray florets are already slightly wilted, but for this very reason they spread their heavy, creamy sweetness, slightly reminiscent of decay.
"Tellus" takes you into the magical depths of an endless forest; where silence breathes and where the pulse of the forest is clearly felt.
Or is your own curious pulse beat, which suddenly reminds you: "Yesterday is gone, tomorrow has not yet come. We only have today, let us begin!"?
This fragrance touches me "quite miraculously", strangely: it is strange to me and yet familiar; it frightens and protects me; it is nature and chemistry - and a living mystery!
Not an everyday scent that can be worn "on the side". It is also too durable for that; it leaves traces - despite the name of the brand.
I'm really encountering something surreal here!
Something that I am trying to explain here with mere words: sorry, it couldn't be better!