BeJot

I close my eyes and let the images that Dr. Bengals conjures up in my inner temple pass me by.
At first it's just colors, dark brown, dark green, a little yellow.
Then it tastes spicy, herbaceous, tart.
In the next picture it burns. I don't know what's burning. ...
Suddenly, an image appears that is very familiar to me from the early 70s. It's the last verse of Reinhard Mey's song "Sometimes pictures come to mind"...

Someone puts the LP on inside me. It crackles and crackles familiarly. Guitar. And then this verse... The tears roll...
I find everything in this song, in this scent:
The shame of not belonging,
Admiring the greatness of others who seem to have everything, can do everything
Finding my way in my own little world
The undeserved privilege of being born here
The intimate togetherness
Being happy, despite everything, with everything...

"Sometimes, images come to mind
Of a piece of bread in mutilated hands
Of an old woman that she alone
Dragged out from under bursting walls
Of burnt faces, buried in hands
Sometimes I am ashamed of having been ashamed

I wanted to tell you that, are you still listening to me?
No, you're already asleep, you'll be tired from the day
I'll put out the light and cover you up warmer
Sometimes I'm ashamed to be so happy despite everything"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h87QhohzdRE

Dear Can and dear Floyd, thank you for these pictures, the music, the scent that I carry inside me today.

Blind - dark - I dare to dive into the unknown, without any idea of what awaits me. I allow the images that appear within me.

A harsh sting: "Are you sure? Do you really want to see in the dark?"
And already I am trapped, let myself be drawn into a tart, spicy corridor whose walls are hard and dry. The air is dusty. The corridor leads downwards. Dry earth surrounds me. Then a room opens up. The walls are covered in leather. The floor beneath my bare feet is cool earth. I am very still and can hear the leather breathing. My hands carefully stroke the moving leather. It becomes thinner, rising and falling with each breath. My fingers feel their way forward.
Suddenly my perception shifts and it is skin. My skin? Where am I? Do I want to go further? There is no turning back. The brief hesitation is absorbed by the desire to see... tenderness is the answer! I let her take me further, with her tender embrace and caress. And suddenly it becomes light. I am standing at the foot of a huge tree without bark. Raw, reddish-brown wood. My eyes wander up the trunk. My hands feel the tender touch of skin against skin. My perception alternates faster and faster between the intensely fragrant wood and the tenderly caressing skin. Then, far above, a scream! The trunk breaks and the wood splinters. Tightly wrapped in tenderness, I see the upper part of the trunk bend and reveal the inside of the tree. Like a crown, the splinters of wood reach up into the dark sky. I see the tree in its majestic beauty.

Only now do I notice the inner clarity and calm in the whole event. I close my eyes and stay - for a long time.

Many thanks to Can for this extraordinary fragrance!

"If there is not only gold and frankincense in your life, but suffering and bitterness, as the myrrh prophesies, the world inflicts pain on you, I feel it like you." The scent reminds me of these lines from the musical "Bethlehem" by Dieter Falk.
Myrrh is a challenge. It is bitter, tart, herbaceous-green, pungent, resinous. The main protagonist in this fragrance with a strong presence. The other components emphasize the various facets a little, but allow the myrrh to dominate. For me, the fragrance reflects the dark moments of life. When I get involved, it is a fearless companion in those phases that I would prefer to skip. And that is where deep comfort lies. The myrrh goes with me into the pain, does not look away, stays by my side. It remains cool, but slowly becomes a little softer. In accepting the bitterness, it helps me not to become bitter.

In other situations, the fragrance seems softer, friendlier to me. But it is precisely this facet, which I perceive as painful, that gives deep comfort and makes the fragrance so special.

Thank you so much, dear Marieposa, for this fascinating fragrance experience!

In the middle of the city... Is that you? Yes! How long has it been since we've seen each other? Joy flows through my body. Let me embrace you! Your hair, tart, fresh, like limes and cypresses. Your skin is honey-sweet. Your clothes soft wood, sewn with resin threads. The leather collar with ylang buttons. Belly to belly, a dance inside. Deep inside, familiarity. Your laughter, neroli bright. You throw your head back, start to turn, to turn me. Closely entwined, faster and faster. A dance, light and wild at the same time. Our laughter in syncopation, with intervals that don't need the ground beneath our feet. We float along the street in ever lighter circles. Carried by fine incense and amber. With hearts beating wildly with joy, we land...in the middle of life.
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With heartfelt thanks to Floyd for the opportunity to dance this beautiful dance! The fragrance is a gem, a treasure that will always be special.

Defying the winter, the daffodil pushes up its flower bud. It opens and immediately a green-yellow veil of fragrance covers the still sleeping garden, which dreams of the coming year's flowers in pastel colors. A fine, sunny yellow honey mist warms the still cool ground, which slowly awakens to new life. Every breath beckons spring. Every breath awakens the anticipation of what is to come.
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My heartfelt thanks go to Marieposa for the opportunity to get to know this extraordinary fragrance. Her description also reflects my view of the richness of the fragrance's facets.