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The Essence of The Old Tree
Born in shade and humid floor,
In the realm of trees that mourn,
Tears of bitterness they pour,
for their fallen ancestor,
The greatest tree that lives no more,
Now lives through them more than before.
Norne for me sketches the image of being all alone, in the middle of a wild, old, forsaken coniferous forest, yet not feeling abbandoned. It is wild at heart indeed, but gentle and protective with those who respect it’s aura of uniqueness.
In the same league with Wald of Euphorium Brooklyn, but less green, less animalic and sharp. It’s such a joy to own a bottle and be able to instantly teleport to this place of magic where old trees speak, incense burns and moss covers you like a blanket.
In the realm of trees that mourn,
Tears of bitterness they pour,
for their fallen ancestor,
The greatest tree that lives no more,
Now lives through them more than before.
Norne for me sketches the image of being all alone, in the middle of a wild, old, forsaken coniferous forest, yet not feeling abbandoned. It is wild at heart indeed, but gentle and protective with those who respect it’s aura of uniqueness.
In the same league with Wald of Euphorium Brooklyn, but less green, less animalic and sharp. It’s such a joy to own a bottle and be able to instantly teleport to this place of magic where old trees speak, incense burns and moss covers you like a blanket.
