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Anyone familiar with ichtolan ointment will turn up their nose straight away. A thick black ointment made from mountain shale that draws inflammation out of wounds.
It comes in different strengths.
Here, the nice doctor's nurse uses the ointment with a low dosage. How did I come up with that?
Oud Blanc has such small signs of this ointment. A little spicy at the beginning and smoky and woody. Not unpleasant. Rather refreshing, for which the bergamot, ginger and pepper are certainly responsible. Woody, without the universally beloved word stable dung etc., which the oud contributes. A soft, slightly smoky oud that smells very, very pleasant. Smoky like the dust that is created when the slate stones are removed. Tuberose or jasmine are more subliminally noticeable. Certainly more or less for some. I can only associate it with rose and iris.
Overall, the fragrance is a really great flatterer. Not sweet at all, even though it says so. Oriental? Opinions differ on that. For me, rather not.
If you are looking for something fresh and creamy and want to try oud, you should give this fragrance a try. Absolutely unisex.
Dear Don, thank you for the opportunity to test this fragrance.

Cotswold, also known as the heart of England.
A wildly romantic area with green hills and dreamlike backdrops.
Braveheart, Pride and Prejudice, James Bond and even parts of Harry Potter were filmed there.
An island with beautiful stone houses, vast landscapes, small inns and a few tea rooms. The Cotswolds became wealthy through the wool trade and there is even a breed of sheep called the "Cotswolds Lion" because the lush wool looks like a lion's mane. The landscape itself is green and hilly and wild flax grows here. Small streams and rivers run through the landscape. Yes, you start dreaming. A place where you can come to rest and switch off.
But what does this have to do with the Cotswold fragrance? Nothing really. At least it doesn't make sense to me. The fragrance has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the place. It's actually SO ONE fragrance for me again. Magical, wild, just for witches.
A fragrance that also radiates tranquillity if you let yourself in for it.
Smoke, resin, conifers and vanilla.
Smoke that flows through the woods like fog on a cold night. Dark, light, quiet and then dark again like a barely smouldering piece of wood. Resin that slowly trickles, no, rather glides, from the sturdy trunk of a tree and is coated in smoke. Conifers that give you protection from the cold, the heat, the outside world. Vanilla that doesn't let you disappear completely into the darkness. Not too sweet. Like little cones that burst open and spread their seeds through the forest. I love this kind of scent. Not so much as a perfume, but more as a scent that you dab on to ground yourself, sort out your thoughts and take a little distance from the hustle and bustle of the world. Ah, ok, now that I'm writing this, I realize. THAT is what the Cotswold scent has in common with the island. You can come to rest. It's like yoga for the nose.

See with closed eyes
Mythical creatures flying on clouds.
Look from low-lying meadows,
as honeybees bend the blossoms

A sail in rhyming lines,
i can paint the dream for myself.
Stars in unimagined expanses
and a thousandfold in numbers.

Color comes from the rainbow,
celebrated by the sun's rays.
Dreams are born in color,
the scent has inspired me.

Yes, something poetic again, which has nothing to do with the fragrance
Yes, Vele does have something to do with these lines for me.

Vele, the sail, is green and creamy. Very green-creamy and for me cloud-fluffy tropical.
The fig is more beautiful than I have ever experienced in a fragrance. And that despite the fact that I'm always a coward when it comes to figs.

Green leaves that have gently wrapped up these white floral oomphs like jasmine and hyacinth so that they don't burst all the nasal synapses. Musk like a light scarf that protects the neck from the summer wind and still lets a hint of the warm air through. A splash of rose mango with spiked vanilla pearls, for a dancing sensation in the nose.

A fragrance that doesn't really fit into my style but which I have grown to love. A sail in the wind heading for tropical climes. I don't find it fruity at all, although it is supposed to contain beautiful "fruit". I only get compliments when I wear it and it's just a dream, even though it's so green and creamy. I've often worn it in summer, but now in the cold season it's an even bigger dream!

I'm more of a tea fanatic. I like to drink tea, I also pay attention to organic quality etc. I pick my own herbs for herbal teas and dry them. However, it's not a real ceremony for me.

Persian Tea Room is a different story. Black tea is preferred in Persia and is an integral part of the day. Prepared in a samovar and, depending on personal taste, the black tea is flavored with spices such as cinnamon and cardamom or rose petals.
In Persia, tea is a symbol of coziness and hospitality. Guests are always offered tea when they arrive to welcome them.

Persian Tea Room embodies this fragrance for me because it is spicy, tart and leathery and has been refined with oriental spices. Slightly sweet, dry, with skin-hugging soft musk and dusty sand, warm and tart, it gives a delicious sensation to the nose. Dark, spicy, fruity tea. A little aroma booster.

... these warm, sensual Busser'l, which you breathe to each other in passing, very close to your ear.
Give them to me, these kissers that make your lips linger after a long, deep look. Soft, demanding and so sugary sweet.
Give it to me, these arms into which you snuggle and in the end are just one. Secure, erotic!
Geisha is like one of those Busser'ls.
Woody and sweet, densely interwoven in a dark, black amber coat. Oriental dancing "Tonka resins" crackle seductively.
Geisha Noir is sensuality in the fragrance. Night-black Busser'l, lined up like a string of pearls. Tightly structured. A dream!