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I would like to go here only on my ollfucktorischen sensations instead of durability and sillage, after all, it is "only" about a cologne.

In the very first moment after spraying on I thought first: dentist! Almost in the same second, however, I perceived an extremely pleasant lemon, which was immediately underlaid by a light vetiver - crispness, which becomes stronger in the further course and moves into the foreground, but always remains so excellently balanced that the whole ENT - area is not pelzt when perceiving. Where the Encre Noire - Vetiver is a perhaps not with the necessary care dried Vetiverbund with a certain mustiness, with which even in the long-closed funeral home was dustedfeudelt, the Roja Vetiver is here a very finely dried bouquet that rests in a poetry album framed with gold edges.

Although: "dry" I find here in terms of the overall impression almost a bit too harshly expressed and would rather be carried away to a "dry" or "sec". Overall, actually a green - mildly spicy, not too herbaceous Nasenschmeichler with a very pleasant tick lemony cologne freshness, And I find vetiver in itself not even particularly great. That means something.

In the village cafe the waiter told me...

(Yaha - you are in this story because I only became aware of this wonderful scent through your great commentary, best regards and thank you very much!)

...from the supposedly enchanted forest where a local girl disappeared a hundred years ago to the day and was never seen again. Since then, the villagers have avoided the extensive woods and even reported hearing her voice whispering during walks near the forest that seemed to lure her into the forest. Of course, amused by this story, I decided to get to the bottom of this village superstition. "Find her while you can!" he shouted after me with a serious face as I set off, which I acknowledged with a laugh and a gesture similar to a windshield wiper that was only visible to me

At the edge of the forest I found a broken bottle which seemed to contain some kind of strictly scented elixir, self-brewed by the local healer. No wonder, I was told that the villagers spread strange suds at the edge of the forest to prevent the supposed forest spirits from leaving their territory. Only a short time later I had the idea to turn back, but I was magically attracted by another mystical smell coming from the forest. With every step further into the undergrowth, with every touch of the low-hanging branches the scent of the strange, never before seen trees and plants enveloped me. Not overwhelming, rather tempting so that I went deeper and deeper into the dense forest, only to inhale more of this fragrance. At the same time, an inner calm spread out that I have not felt like this for a long time. I was almost surrounded by a not unpleasant dizziness and an unbelieving look at my pocket watch told me that I had been on the road for hours.

I had to make an effort not to lose sight of the real reason for my presence here. It seemed to me that deep out of the darkness a voice was whispering, but I couldn't, I didn't want to
react to it. I just wanted to enjoy this unbelievable peace - and this scent. I had already put down my rucksack with provisions and water supply miles ago. It weighed too much on my shoulders - like the worries and problems from a world that was now unreal in my thoughts, with its foul-smelling exhalations, which I still belonged to yesterday. Here, on the other hand, there was only deep inner relaxation, peace and this fragrance.

I had been lost for a long time, but that didn't matter anymore, because here I felt
safe and secure.

I lay down on the almost hypnotic but without any trace of the actually expected mustiness
i was in the middle of a fragrant forest floor, my head was resting on the protruding roots of a strangely trustworthy tree whose bark was gleaming with resin, I closed my eyes and sucked in the pile of flowers and herbs growing in the undergrowth, which perfectly blended with the prevailing scent of the trees above me. Again I heard the voice in my thoughts that seemed to call my name. But nothing in the world could disturb me now in my peace of mind or would cause me to open my eyes and release myself from the embrace of this fragrance. I smiled inwardly at the thought that I was lost in the woods because of a girl that never existed. Until today it has always been the same: for too long I have been running up a storm over trifles:

over and over and over and over and over again...

A hundred years later, in a strangely unreal-looking forest, a lumberjack found a faded skeleton, its skull resting on the roots of the mighty tree he had chosen to cut down, the bark shining from the escaping resin. The story the waiter told him down in the old village jug about the enchanted forest in which several people disappeared and were never seen again came to his mind. He was just about to return to announce his find in the village when an incredibly attractive scent that seemed to come from the depths of the forest triggered an irresistible urge in him to trace the origin of this scent...