PARFUMUL FULGILOR DE NEA

Iarna miroase a aur, smirna si tamiie..

Messe de Minuit by Etro is a Woody Aromatic fragrance for women and men...it was launched in 1994. Top notes are bergamot, lemon and orange; middle notes are myrhh, cinnamon, petit grain, citron and patchouli; base notes are musk, myrhh and labdanum.

Chanel N°22 whose composition is based on white flowers, is invited to symbolize White Look. It is believed that this composition, numbered 22, was amongst other presented to Coco Chanel by Ernest Beaux, but as her first perfume she chose the composition no.5. Chanel N°22 was launched in 1922, a year after the famous Chanel N°5.

The perfect, classical, silky fragrance of this perfume is composed of gorgeous jasmine, orange blossom, fresh green note of lilac and sweet rose. Aldehydes, bergamot, neroli and peach are in the top notes, while the base is woodsy and musky with balsamic notes of tonka, benzoin and opoponax.

Cardinal by James Heeley is a timeless fragrance of incense and labdanum. Underlayer of linen gives it purity and a mixture of grey amber, patchouli and vetiver give it elegance.
Top notes: rose, black pepper and aldehydes; middle notes: labdanum and incense; base notes: vetiver, amber and patchouli.

Parfumul primilor fulgi de nea este o initiativa a Mirelei

Frig, intuneric, zloata, darkness of souls. Nu-mi place iarna.

Cold is the colour of crystal, the snowlight
That falls from the heavenly skies

O dimineata gri in care fulgii desi si orbitori ma impiedica sa vad sania lui Mos Craciun, pe care am fost trimisa sa o pindesc- pentru ca parintii sa-mi puna cadourile sub brad in liniste. 


Gustul dulce acrisor, rece, de merisor al fulgilor pe care incercam sa ii tin cit mai mult sub limba. 
Tristetea ca am ratat sania lui Mosul care probabil venise in graba PRIN ALTA PARTE, cind am gasit cadourile sub brad.

 Spargatorul de nuci. 

Craciunul noaptea, in biserica Silvestru alaturi de parintele meu drag Galeriu si cozonacii facuti de Argentina sotia lui, intunericul strafulgerat de rosul candelelor, colindele cintate de noi inainte, in pasajul Universitatii fara frica de securitate, in privirile admirative si bucuroase ale oamenilor ce treceau grabiti spre metrou. 

Pasi pierduti in zapada in padurea Secu, in drum spre Sihastria la parintele Cleopa spre ascultarea unui cuvint bun, in noaptea ingerilor. 

 Un colier de margele verzi de la nana si o papusa frumoasa cu care am dormit in pat si din cauza careia am facut febra de emotie. Aveam 3 ani....

Atitea nopti de Craciun si atita zapada ca mi-a inghetat inima in asteptarea eliberarii finale. 

 Uneori, mai simt aroma unui inger zburind deasupra mea.

Cred ca este trimis de nana sa-mi pregateasca zborul.

http://www.nealsyardremedies.com/eau...1-frankincense Number 1 by Neal's Yard 

 Inchid ochii, ridic sabia si sar... in aerul ce miroase a tamaie, lacrimi si ghiata astept versul "aur, smirna si tamiie" ca sa pot sa-mi setez compasul spre Steaua Magilor si sa urmez cararea parfumata de ingeri cu praful zinelor adus ofranda Micului Print intr-o noapte sfinta de decembrie.

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