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Live long and prosper
I don't know why I'm wondering. It is a Mugler, after all. And Muglers, whether you like them or not, all have one thing in common: they all have an alien quality.
So is this one. It has something of the fascinating swamps of the shape-shifters, which let you melt into something that seems hardly to be nameable, and which seems to dissolve boundaries. Am I now one with a strawberry lake, which is not made of strawberries, but only a watery, distant strawberry image, quasi made of strange swamp strawberries, blurred, incomprehensible, perhaps even devouring?
With the nose on my wrist something extremely intense foreign-fruity appears, so strange that I wonder how to put it into words and understand why some here, describe this fragrance as disgusting. If I take my nose just a little further away, the shape has changed: From olive green swamp strawberries to heavenly light strawberries of a paradisiacal exoplanet, where everything is always friendly, always balanced and always light. A place where there is no evil, fresh, lively, cheerful, exhilarating, supernatural.
Then the same thing happens as with the strawberries also happens again with figs, only delayed and therefore overlaid by the exoplanetary strawberries. The figs first grow in the swamp and at the same time they ring in the sky with lasting freshness to bliss.
For many hours now I am in this, my personal StarTrek episode. With Odo with other shape-shifters, and with Captain Picard and Beverly Crusher on the planet of the blessed fruit freshness at the same time.
To stay sane, I have to do two things:
First, I need someone rational to get me back into Starfleet territory. So I called Spock Second, I need a bottle of Womanity Eau Pour Elles. For that, I've gone to Ninchen
I take my leave with thanks to Odo, Mugler, Captain Picard, Beverly Crusher, Spock and Ninchen
and say:
Live long and prosper!
So is this one. It has something of the fascinating swamps of the shape-shifters, which let you melt into something that seems hardly to be nameable, and which seems to dissolve boundaries. Am I now one with a strawberry lake, which is not made of strawberries, but only a watery, distant strawberry image, quasi made of strange swamp strawberries, blurred, incomprehensible, perhaps even devouring?
With the nose on my wrist something extremely intense foreign-fruity appears, so strange that I wonder how to put it into words and understand why some here, describe this fragrance as disgusting. If I take my nose just a little further away, the shape has changed: From olive green swamp strawberries to heavenly light strawberries of a paradisiacal exoplanet, where everything is always friendly, always balanced and always light. A place where there is no evil, fresh, lively, cheerful, exhilarating, supernatural.
Then the same thing happens as with the strawberries also happens again with figs, only delayed and therefore overlaid by the exoplanetary strawberries. The figs first grow in the swamp and at the same time they ring in the sky with lasting freshness to bliss.
For many hours now I am in this, my personal StarTrek episode. With Odo with other shape-shifters, and with Captain Picard and Beverly Crusher on the planet of the blessed fruit freshness at the same time.
To stay sane, I have to do two things:
First, I need someone rational to get me back into Starfleet territory. So I called Spock Second, I need a bottle of Womanity Eau Pour Elles. For that, I've gone to Ninchen
I take my leave with thanks to Odo, Mugler, Captain Picard, Beverly Crusher, Spock and Ninchen
and say:
Live long and prosper!
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