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Downsides
Dark long figures of light wind their way through narrow alleyways.
Searching by night for lost souls who are easy to catch.
They are often those whose lives are at a dead end.
Whose longing for meaning stretches out of their visages.
They squirm and fade away day after day in their own dilemma.
Yet they are their own army of silent lambs.
Searching by night for lost souls who are easy to catch.
They are often those whose lives are at a dead end.
Whose longing for meaning stretches out of their visages.
They squirm and fade away day after day in their own dilemma.
Yet they are their own army of silent lambs.
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In memory of Urs Blank
Through the haze, I can make out the deep dark buds of the cassis growing in the dark valleys
Above them the bright crowns of the lush acacia forests.
On my way, I am closely accompanied by Narcissus and Viola.
They dance around me, emitting a thick smoke that almost makes me forget my destination.
I wander around in the floral nectar, a stone, a fall.
I woke up dazed. Where am I? Everything is dark here - a cave?
Animal hide hangs on the walls and an old campfire lights up one corner of this dark hole.
Is this still real?
What have these mushrooms done to me?
Above them the bright crowns of the lush acacia forests.
On my way, I am closely accompanied by Narcissus and Viola.
They dance around me, emitting a thick smoke that almost makes me forget my destination.
I wander around in the floral nectar, a stone, a fall.
I woke up dazed. Where am I? Everything is dark here - a cave?
Animal hide hangs on the walls and an old campfire lights up one corner of this dark hole.
Is this still real?
What have these mushrooms done to me?
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Sale del mare di grotta verde
As if in fast motion, the parasols gradually fold up.
Towels are pulled from the sun loungers, the remains of the Aperol glass land in the sand.
The last quarter of the aperitif is quickly eaten and the bag is slung over the shoulders.
The herd's bustle to their cars, biciclettas or Vespas has already thinned out as I make my way down the old terracotta-colored stairs of the beach house.
The path to the sea is not far, the salty sea air blows mildly and gently towards me.
A lot has been washed up on the beach by the storm two weeks ago. Seaweed, snatched from the Mediterranean and dried in the scalding heat of August, exudes a fragrance that brings back memories of many days at the beach.
My feet are firmly enveloped by the spray. The white foam penetrates my toes and the water that follows immediately washes it away again.
I take a few more steps and throw myself backwards into the water. I float underwater for a moment. Everything is still and disoriented. The water of the sea has taken me in, almost sucked me in and gained control over me.
I drift along the grotta verde, its stone walls covered in algae. The light of the setting sun envelops the interior of the grotto in a warm green.
The seawater hits the rock and fine splashes of water hit my face.
A magical moment in the grotta verde.
Towels are pulled from the sun loungers, the remains of the Aperol glass land in the sand.
The last quarter of the aperitif is quickly eaten and the bag is slung over the shoulders.
The herd's bustle to their cars, biciclettas or Vespas has already thinned out as I make my way down the old terracotta-colored stairs of the beach house.
The path to the sea is not far, the salty sea air blows mildly and gently towards me.
A lot has been washed up on the beach by the storm two weeks ago. Seaweed, snatched from the Mediterranean and dried in the scalding heat of August, exudes a fragrance that brings back memories of many days at the beach.
My feet are firmly enveloped by the spray. The white foam penetrates my toes and the water that follows immediately washes it away again.
I take a few more steps and throw myself backwards into the water. I float underwater for a moment. Everything is still and disoriented. The water of the sea has taken me in, almost sucked me in and gained control over me.
I drift along the grotta verde, its stone walls covered in algae. The light of the setting sun envelops the interior of the grotto in a warm green.
The seawater hits the rock and fine splashes of water hit my face.
A magical moment in the grotta verde.
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Tourne la tete!
Rarely has a fragrance so confused me.
I'm not a big fan of jasmine, which is very dominant and present here.
Synthetics often becomes too much and too loud for me.
Damascene rose I can not stand at all
The whole paired with a bright Zitrik, which is muted by mandarin sweetness.
In the base then neat incense, wood and synth musk.
That all sounds first so not at all after my fragrance DNA!
The first spray from the sample surprised me. It feels like a cobra bit me in the nose. Floral-fresh-spicy it stings the nose! Terrible, but beautiful!
I take a quick step back to make sure I didn't just smell my "Asian Allrounder" spice. A second time I lead my nose to the wrist and there it grabs me...
"2016, Nam Tu Liem, Hanoi, Vietnam, 21.03971° N, 105.76724° E, I am standing in a small marketplace. Mopeds and people circle around me. The air is dense, barely leaving room to breathe.
A man holds a machete in the air and a few moments the heavy knife thunders on a pig's head. Next to it, children playing with sparrows as if they were game pieces. I walk on, the sun presses the smog over the city onto the dusty streets of the neighborhood on the outskirts of Hanoi. Several bamboo baskets where they keep huddled puppies and exotic animals. Rice steam rises next to me. The young man wants to sell me his delicacies, but I decline with thanks. The cobras and scorpions in the quite a few jars at his stand irritate me increasingly.
Suddenly a breath of fresh air. The wind had turned and blown the scent of white flowers, vanilla and roses to me. Unfortunately, only an illusion, like many things in this city. It hisses and from the window of the small hostel escapes the mist of a room spray.
The longer I stay in the small market, the more spices, flowers and fruits I discover, whose smells become one over time"
This is what makes a fragrance! Sometimes everything speaks against what you read or hear, but your own, the very subjective perception of scent art makes the whole thing here but really exciting!
Is it a fragrance I would have bought blindly (without name, fragrance pyramid or information)?
YES! Because he has me gecatcht. He does not let me go.
Do I wear this fragrance privately?
YES! Because sometimes it is enough to carry a memory in fragrance form with you, to let some dreary day, become brighter!
I'm not a big fan of jasmine, which is very dominant and present here.
Synthetics often becomes too much and too loud for me.
Damascene rose I can not stand at all
The whole paired with a bright Zitrik, which is muted by mandarin sweetness.
In the base then neat incense, wood and synth musk.
That all sounds first so not at all after my fragrance DNA!
The first spray from the sample surprised me. It feels like a cobra bit me in the nose. Floral-fresh-spicy it stings the nose! Terrible, but beautiful!
I take a quick step back to make sure I didn't just smell my "Asian Allrounder" spice. A second time I lead my nose to the wrist and there it grabs me...
"2016, Nam Tu Liem, Hanoi, Vietnam, 21.03971° N, 105.76724° E, I am standing in a small marketplace. Mopeds and people circle around me. The air is dense, barely leaving room to breathe.
A man holds a machete in the air and a few moments the heavy knife thunders on a pig's head. Next to it, children playing with sparrows as if they were game pieces. I walk on, the sun presses the smog over the city onto the dusty streets of the neighborhood on the outskirts of Hanoi. Several bamboo baskets where they keep huddled puppies and exotic animals. Rice steam rises next to me. The young man wants to sell me his delicacies, but I decline with thanks. The cobras and scorpions in the quite a few jars at his stand irritate me increasingly.
Suddenly a breath of fresh air. The wind had turned and blown the scent of white flowers, vanilla and roses to me. Unfortunately, only an illusion, like many things in this city. It hisses and from the window of the small hostel escapes the mist of a room spray.
The longer I stay in the small market, the more spices, flowers and fruits I discover, whose smells become one over time"
This is what makes a fragrance! Sometimes everything speaks against what you read or hear, but your own, the very subjective perception of scent art makes the whole thing here but really exciting!
Is it a fragrance I would have bought blindly (without name, fragrance pyramid or information)?
YES! Because he has me gecatcht. He does not let me go.
Do I wear this fragrance privately?
YES! Because sometimes it is enough to carry a memory in fragrance form with you, to let some dreary day, become brighter!
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The toxic transformation according to Freud
Freud divided anxiety into three categories.
From his personality model of the id, ego and superego emerge the following theory about human anxiety.
The realistic fear to flee from what is harmful, from what could have a negative impact on our integrity, on our survival. Be it forces of nature or, quite banally, the smell of fire in our house.
The neurotic fear describes how we react to facts, thoughts and ideas , which exist only in our head, but not outside, not in our environment and which are therefore not real. The loss of control we all know or nervousness before unknown events.
Moral anxiety comes full circle here. It is largely determined by the superego. It is this inner social world that we all have where our "ought", our "unconscious mandates" and this fear or shame of failure in all its forms, be it disrepute, loneliness or dismissal, are enacted.
The subject of fear and how to deal with that very fear is vast and profound, just like all of our fears themselves.
Filippo Sorcinelli has dedicated this fragrance to fear. If you put aside the artistic aspect and process with the enclosed scissors and the associated invitation to interact with the bottle for now, you focus only on the fragrance.
Purely olfactory, it is richly citrus by the tart citron, green by be floral elements and then yet very monotonous warm-woody with subtle aquatic glow.
This all sounds now first very wild and almost like a nice summer scent. Far from it!
Sorcinelli has bottled something much darker and more mythical in this gloomy bottle bound in leather. The fragrance captivates its wearer. Almost as if you have to free yourself with scissors!
The fragrance reminds me almost something of fear sweat, so a smell we all know.
Sorcinelli has once again managed to create a fragrance that perfectly thematizes and embodies emotions, thoughts and in this case the fear.
The arc to the beautiful bottle I make, quite untypical about the price. 220€ for 100ml Extrait I consider justified. The fragrance forms a very humane and discreet silage and remains with pleasure longer than 8h on the skin.
The bottle comes with a pair of scissors, which has the purpose that you "free" the bottle from its cover with it. This is not only a fun action, but for me just also emblematic ...
small disclaimer: The definition of Freud's theories on anxiety are not word for word with his writings and should be here only as a framework for the review.
From his personality model of the id, ego and superego emerge the following theory about human anxiety.
The realistic fear to flee from what is harmful, from what could have a negative impact on our integrity, on our survival. Be it forces of nature or, quite banally, the smell of fire in our house.
The neurotic fear describes how we react to facts, thoughts and ideas , which exist only in our head, but not outside, not in our environment and which are therefore not real. The loss of control we all know or nervousness before unknown events.
Moral anxiety comes full circle here. It is largely determined by the superego. It is this inner social world that we all have where our "ought", our "unconscious mandates" and this fear or shame of failure in all its forms, be it disrepute, loneliness or dismissal, are enacted.
The subject of fear and how to deal with that very fear is vast and profound, just like all of our fears themselves.
Filippo Sorcinelli has dedicated this fragrance to fear. If you put aside the artistic aspect and process with the enclosed scissors and the associated invitation to interact with the bottle for now, you focus only on the fragrance.
Purely olfactory, it is richly citrus by the tart citron, green by be floral elements and then yet very monotonous warm-woody with subtle aquatic glow.
This all sounds now first very wild and almost like a nice summer scent. Far from it!
Sorcinelli has bottled something much darker and more mythical in this gloomy bottle bound in leather. The fragrance captivates its wearer. Almost as if you have to free yourself with scissors!
The fragrance reminds me almost something of fear sweat, so a smell we all know.
Sorcinelli has once again managed to create a fragrance that perfectly thematizes and embodies emotions, thoughts and in this case the fear.
The arc to the beautiful bottle I make, quite untypical about the price. 220€ for 100ml Extrait I consider justified. The fragrance forms a very humane and discreet silage and remains with pleasure longer than 8h on the skin.
The bottle comes with a pair of scissors, which has the purpose that you "free" the bottle from its cover with it. This is not only a fun action, but for me just also emblematic ...
small disclaimer: The definition of Freud's theories on anxiety are not word for word with his writings and should be here only as a framework for the review.
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