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Published fragrance reviews from ElAttarine.
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Come, let us enter the temple district through the great gate… Can you see it? In the morning sun, everything lies perfectly calm, clear, and bright. Calm, clear, and bright, like the clear mind trained through meditation. It is a vast district, a large area in which we move. Can you see the plants and smell them in th...
Read review →Come, let us enter the temple district through the great gate… Can you see it? In the morning sun, everything lies perfectly calm, clear, and bright. Calm, clear, and bright, like the clear mind trained through meditation. It is a vast district, a large area in which we move. Can you see the plants and smell them in th...
Read review →It is those hot nights when she cannot find peace. In her bright, loose summer suit, she steps outside into the darkness, where a gentle breeze stirs. The scent of her beloved cultivated rose varieties, which she calls "daughters of God and man," mingles in the dark with other sweet floral fragrances, and she inhales i...
Read review →Beethoven prefaced his “Missa Solemnis” with the motto “From the heart - may it return - to the heart.” I love music of almost every kind, and I enjoy singing a lot, on all sorts of occasions, at home, in smaller ensembles, in larger choirs. It is always wonderful when the voices, the sounds, and the silence blend toge...
Read review →Do you remember? It was bright, very bright. And yet the light of the chamomile suns was quite gentle. You had been wandering for a long time through the open land beneath this vast sky, your steps guided by your song of tenderly bitter honey. Yellow and green hummingbirds flitted around you, and everywhere you walked,...
Read review →When the Perseids arrive, always in August, the night sky drips golden tears, soft as beeswax, onto the earth. I lie on my back in the lush green summer night flower dream and gaze up at the starry vault. With me, all the night bloomers turn their floral faces towards the stars. The night stocks, so cinnamon-powder spi...
Read review →Come, let us listen to the drums, leaning against the old port casks, my heart pulses and beats in the dark, above us green pine needle shooting stars. I can see the gigantic World Tree, its roots in the earth connected with all other living beings, the dark bloodline of all life. I only see it in shadows, dense smoke...
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