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My first thoughts on this are that the earth is nourished by fire and should have control over the water. All the energy of the earth is gathered and the earth stands for harvest, fertility and growth. Late summer is crucial for the earth and should radiate tranquillity. Then there is the bull - the bull, the domestic animal, the mythical creature, which again fits very well. The bottle reminds me of L'Air du temps by Nina Ricci.
When I read the fragrance notes now, I start to wonder. The naming of this fragrance is extremely contradictory, a deceptive package. Earth Bull is more like spring. Not something warm or brown, reddish. Rather blue, green, yellow. The name Taurus fits, but I associate it with a certain stubbornness.
For me, the earth bull is neither gentle nor sweet. This extreme choice of flowers - especially hyacinth and narcissus - is loud and intense. This is underlined by heliotrope, which tries to mute this floral dominance. Not that it becomes sweet, no. It gets vanilla, but a cool, creamy, powdery vanilla. It works quite well, but it seems to be getting on the bull's horns.
He becomes well-behaved and even walks beside you as if he were out for a stroll. Sometimes he even prances, because bergamot and orange spray little flashes of lightning and give him a certain kick. If this fragrance is well dosed, this bull is bearable right from the start. If it weren't for the heliotrope and musk, I would even describe this fragrance as vintage. Earth bull - hmm. Every nose feels differently. I find the element earth unsuitable for this floral fragrance. It's loud and wild and a bit of a trickster. A bull that runs towards you because you have entered its pasture. Just before you, he slows down, snorts and looks at you with his big eyes. Steam rises from his nostrils and he calms down. A trickster who finally romps with you across a large, green meadow full of all kinds of flowers.

Josh brings me with his fragrance "The Cobra & The Canary"
Back to my childhood. With grandma and grandpa we had a holiday home in Austria
And we were there very often. Even if it was just for the weekend. It was always
an enrichment. TC&TC is wonderful.

Mia is, as obs'd like a kloans Madl over juicy Wiesn run.
The kloana leather sandals zamm bundn and ghängt over the shoulder.
The Fiaß riachn like Kräuterguttis, because in the Wiesn so fui fine plants bloom. Lemon verbena and small iris and no so fui more.
Sweaty, loudly giggling I rush to the hay barn and jump like a crazy Humml in the high Bogn
into the fragrant hay. I stick ma an stalk in the Guscher'l and lie with ausge'gstrecken arm onm Rückn.
Look through the board roof into the sky.
Dust duats and the sun lets the Körndl like kloane Glühwürmer'l blitzn. It smells so good. So dry, so green, so sparkling, so free, so penny-guad.
I get up and slip into my shua. I walk to the village and hop from the Wiesn onto the street. The asphalt is hoaß. The steams already right. I gfre mi and thank am Josh for so fui memory.

Mystic Mastic is white and smoky clear.
Bibi Bloxberg for adults.
Who hasn't already cared what magic is? Why there is white and black magic, which magic is more interesting and which spells are there?
Witches who are horribly ugly and can transform themselves into the most beautiful creatures. Spread deception and fear and are simply mysterious.
Mystic Mastic is pure and bright. Soft smoke that is really smoky, like wafts of mist that cover the forest or clearing in the morning and still "guard" everything,
which will soon be exposed.
Mystic Mastic releases energies, makes you think of rituals with candles and gems and the waving of a magic wand. Only good energies for yourself and others.
Physical well-being and personal protection. Mystic Mastic plays with the forces of nature.
Mastic - the white tears of Chios, or wild pistachio, which smells spicy, resinous and slightly bitter-citric, was used as a substitute for incense at that time. It has a good overall health effect. Grapefruit glows like sunrays, in which incense is caught. Bitterly tangy and with the addition of pine and oak moss, it has a green-herby ethereal scent. Clean earth - when earth can be clean and wet leaves lay a path from the clearing into the forest like a brownish carpet.
That's really all it is. Mystic Mastic is cute - no, resinous clear and pure, light soft smoke and later a thin musk coat. Very pleasing and doesn't corner.
You gotta like this "white" one.
I would like to thank Floyd for this magical fragrance experience

Lifted out of plant rooms
waves an endless green sea.
Lianas covered giant trees
break through their army with all their might

It twitches in the gloomy green;
it steams, like ironing leaves.
Many thousands of voices, blossom:
overturning, shrieking, resenting!

The humidity of the air carries life.
It steams and shimmers all the time.
Emeralds birds rise;
The scent of the animal kingdom an evening gown.

Yogananda - woody-animalistic? Animalistic yes and not a little bit. You have to like it and not feel "disgusting". I can understand the comments here, but it seems that
i've gotten used to my nose.
Yogananda is muggy-dirty-green. The Indian oud is like walking past places in the jungle that were peed on some time ago by purring dirty cats. Not fresh, but already drawn into the leaves. But definitely marked. Jasmine also contributes to the fact that it sticks pompously in the nose. Rose and Neroli like two siblings, which are separated by the
Running in the jungle and wanting to cover everything with her scent.
But Zibet is persistent. With time and its own body heat it becomes softer and "lighter", but it is always present.
One might think that vanilla is the icing on the cake to everything green, steamy and animalistic, which makes the barrel overflow and demands a certain gag reflex. But not so! Like two big hands, all the scents are caught, caressed and gently turned into a small ball of wool, which is then pushed through the dense jungle with verve.
The ground is musky soft and the ball of wool flits its way with ease.
It becomes warm woody and slightly earthy. A touch of sweetness leaves a fine mist.
I find Yogananda to be a wonderful, complex and animalistically well thought-out fragrance. He is not just animalistic, dirty. The scents are a perfect match. Yes, the beginning is severe. But it just takes time
I like it and I'm wearing it. With passion

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Thank you dear Pollita

The forest is one of the best petrol stations where you can recharge your batteries. - Ernst Fertl.
In the forest you can slow down the "speed", enjoy the moment, follow your senses, dive into the world of trees, listen to the sounds of the forest, perceive its smells. Just go down
Touch the bark, the needles, the root, the pine cones. Some are soft, some are hard spiky, some smell immediately resinous and green. The forest offers recreation, fresh air and a habitat for insects, birds and much more.
Going into the forest at dusk, when the last rays of the sun shine through the treetops, has something magical about it.
Suddenly you think you see things, hear a giggle, it crackles and rustles everywhere and a whiff of goose bumps splashes over your body.
It smells moist, green, spicy, sweet, earthy, musty and resinous
Magic Forest is not a fragrance that will knock your socks off. But Magic Forest lets you dive into its world. Fir resin and spices show you the way into the forest. Always passing small clearings, where little flowers stick up their heads, which you gently touch with the palms of your hands as you walk by. At the end of the path, when you have penetrated deep into the now dark forest, you let yourself sink onto soft, fluffy-cool and wonderfully earthy-green smelling moss and enjoy everything around you.
You refuel at the Magic Forest
A resinous pine scent that carries and wraps the wearer. Wonderful in the evening, wonderfully green.