A warm, dusty, scratchy, green smell of dry grass, crickets, and nettle. Thick walls that smell once met me at the bank of the river at Yuryuzan Komsomol village. Above my height feisty nettle blocks the path of barefoot tourists to civilization, the general store and the coveted healing mineral Kurgazak source. Agrimony and raspberry bushes feral reliable barbed wire protected the village from the silence of strangers. Maybe in the Paris parks also have such wild corners, but in my opinion, it is very simple, our Bashkir or Yuzhnouralskaya game.
EUTOPIE NO. August 2015
Galbanum, bergamot, lemon, neroli, mastic, mint, incense, cedar, white musk and amber.
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