Gandix

A horrible crime...
again...
and again they were too late.
Clarice Starling notified them...
Lecter has been at large for 3 years...
Since then, these crimes...
disgusting...
and they're always too late
Clarice, where is she?

Even outside the door they can smell it,
the scent of fear.
The sweat that seeps from every pore,
the steam of the kidneys,
when a being loses all temper.
They rub rosemary under their noses,
and enter the room...
Elegantly,
nothing suggests foul play.
Adorned with white lilies,
Loads of them on the metal tables.
In front, a leather armchair,
on the table a drink in RED.
Bitter... _ ...Campari.
Lemon sorbet to kidneys,
next to it,
Liver... _ ... medium.
Blood oozes out,
Seasoned with lovage.
Metallic taste gathers in the mouths of the officers,
Bile rises up...
The offal is not from animals...
Hannibal loves offal...
Where is Clarice?

Hannibal stands at the window of the house opposite,
watching...
He is always faster,
and yet also too late...
Where is Clarice?
She would know,
that not he...
He would never take lovage to liver.
He's a gourmet.
No Maggi.
Rosemary goes with liver.
He smiles.
She would know...
At once...
Her intelligence excites him...
He desires her...
Should he Clarice?
Then the lambs would be silent...

ButNotToday

There is another crime to be solved today.

Then she stands before him...
her slightly vanilla scent...
petite, like a plastic doll.
Buffalo's "It rubs lotion on its skin"
comes to his mind.
He sucks her scent in sharply through his teeth,
struggling to contain himself.
He should have known,
that it was SHE...
Highly intelligent,
but Clarice could never cook...
Lovage to liver...
Maggi...
it shook him for a moment.
She had set a trap for him,
and he had fallen for it.
And then he sees it in her eyes...
His lambs will be silent from today...
Forever...

He takes her hand...
ushers her to the table...
Soft music sounds in the room...
One last drink...
before everything turns RED...


Sorcinelli's backstory on the scent is "The Silence of the Lambs" and it's perfectly executed. It's kinky depraved, perfect for Cannibal, Clarice and The Silence of the Lambs.
It's a smell, fitting to the story, whoever is thinking of wearing it, please make sure to test it in advance.

The animalic citrus notes portray for me the fear of death that the victim feels immediately
before her passing.
Cascarilla is used in Campari and corresponds to the color red here,
the drink.
The blood notes are created by the bitters , as well as added metallic notes,
one means this metallic Gschmack in the mouth to have, and there I in soas yes insanely
reinsteigern can, I mean to taste the almost, raw liver. Rosemary and lovage I smell clearly and a slightly coked, vanilla plastic note...Clarice, or Lecters Newly Discovered Favorite Food Brain....
The scent-smell is not arg loud, but it has it in itself, if you give yourself to it...
Then the lambs are silent.

Menthol breath sticks
You were lost in the cold forests of the north.
At this time of year, there's not even much fruit growing there.
(My nose almost completely blocks out the blackberries)
What...
If...
You're not able to hunt?
I pack my backpack and go on a quest.
Alone...
I'm at home here,
A daughter of this very forest,
just as you are its son.

Individual rays of sunlight break through the trees,
warm this uncannily authentic forest floor.
I stop, after hours,
breathe deeply in and out again...
connect with the root network of this ground,
feel the mushrooms...
And then I see you sitting...
in my head at first...
But, I know now where to go...
know you're alive...
You have a remnant of your tobacco, slightly vanilla, with you.
It's foreign here
and yet it blends in well.
And then I found you,
sprained my ankle...
Your smile gives warmth,
You knew I would find you,
there in the half-light of the forest,
my brother, my twin,
we are one,
and one with the woods.

I'll radio for help,
we'll take you home
and you bathe first in the spruce needle shark bath.....

A rather quiet forest scent for my nose,
with very authentic forest floor,
a light tobacco note,
which I find very wearable.
The menthol note at the beginning is not that heavy.
Only the spruce needle foam bath at the very end
could have been saved.
It is exhorbitantly expensive,
of which a good part probably the
handmade individual pieces of flacons is owed.

At the lake,
the day is drawing to a close,
and the colors of the sky are changing in all shades of red,
as the sun slowly disappears on the horizon.
It is a balmy summer evening.
Lavender grows wild at the edge of the lake.
The wind gently plays with your hair,
catching the last rays of the sun.
Soft vanilla tones pervade the patchouli splendor.
Over all lies the red-golden light
of the setting sun.
Evening glow....
How often have we been here at this time,
in love, like on the first day.
You had your guitar with you
and played just for me.
With your soft voice,
that caressed me, you sang my favorite songs.
And I lost myself in your eyes,
amber,
like a lake of benzoin.
And I saw the love in them.
And I saw your upper lip twitching.
I smiled...
in a moment you would kiss me...
There was always a faint hint of nutmeg on your breath,
and your lips tasted of bergamot...
You liked only this one drink....
Our bed on earth was adorned
with rose geraniums and vanilla flowers...
I have every single scent note in my head,
as I can smell them in the perfume.

And then there was this accident...
You were going to the lake on your motorbike,
i was following in the car...
Had to wait to turn...
Then this noise...
screeching tyres...
a dull bang...
Shattering glass...
and silence....
infinite silence....

Today I'm sitting here by the lake,
all covered by a 10cm layer of snow.
It is winter,
but the light at the lake is the same.
My thoughts travel back
to the past,
to the play of light in your hair,
the look in your eyes...
the love in them....
Now you're so far away.....
(Hubert von Goisern)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8Ahw0V8GNc

It's gotten sad, but this fragrance is so comforting, so it fits.

In my garden grew a white iris.
On its blossoms are pearls from the last rain,
and the first rays of sunlight fall on them,
i have the image to this fragrance.

The iris,
dry at first,
then juicy, with minimal fruit,
later refreshing like rain,
with gossamer musk.

We're having one of those long, hot summers,
not like this year so far,
but really hot and dry,
for a long time.
Nature is craving for rain.
Even the nights bring no cooling.
But today is supposed to be the day,
the clouds are gathering,
but it drags on...
I sit on the balcony,
not to think of sleep,
and then comes this fragrance...
A first movement of the air,
a leaf,
that moves,
and then a breeze...
A gentle breeze,
carrying the scents of summer with it.
It doesn't keep me on the balcony anymore,
i go down to the garden,
and the first drops are falling...
quietly...
plop....
One wets my eyelashes,
i catch the second one with my tongue...
there are more...
Faster and faster...
The musk rises like steam,
as the rain wets the hot tarred road.
Light...
Soft...
I take off my shoes,
and start dancing in the rain.
It's warm, yet so refreshing.
The drops run down my face,
the blouse soaked,
sticks to my body.
And I sing and dance...
barefoot
'Raindrops keep falling on my head....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hziG9Nr6KHU

And the air smells fresh and damp.
I smell the iris,
delicate fruits,
underpinned by soft musk.
Everything is much more intense
and refreshing
and does well.

On days like these
the term mainstream loses its meaning
because you don't smell fragrances on every corner anymore.
I've already noticed
that I can stand sweet things again
But today, with this fragrance,
i've become really aware of it.
Just 1.5 years ago, I probably would have dismissed it
as one of many,
he would have had something that bugged me.
But now there is nothing there that bugs me.
It's a beautiful fragrance,
with style, elegance, restraint, freshness.
Pleasant to wear at any time.

On days like these,
when it's raining outside,
the freshness reminds me
(as a shower gel vibe, I don't feel that way)
and the wonderful fruits
of sunshine and warmth,
and make the day a little brighter,

The creamy warm base
and a little tonka
fill the fragrance, and thus probably also its wearer,
with charm.
He is masculine,
but also for women well wearable.
Here he would probably fit into the Buisiness,
or to sporty ladies.

On days like these
the world outside has become quieter.
The deceleration is good for the fragrances.
On days like tomorrow
the world outside will be louder again
it will be quieter here.
I can already tell.
And I'll miss the days of today.