Perfumebox Solaris eau de parfum

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Solaris

Its searchlights snatched debris out of the darkness, floating in an asteroid-torn hull. Rip open the hard plastic flesh of the capsule with my new spacesuit. Now I'm ready. I speak to the meeting of a new life, as if I was born again.

Yellow flashes of mimosa, many flowers and incense, various spices and woody accords on an amber-musky, leather-tobacco base.

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If you close your eyes tightly -
You will see the cosmos
It's cold, empty without you.
The space inside me is spreading
The stars are shining everywhere.
What surrounds me. and there is you and me.
And that's enough to live until tomorrow.

Diana Burkot

The idea behind creating a scent is that in space, illusions take over us. Deception of consciousness. The alien pretends to be native.

Until now I only knew that I was falling. Now I saw it. The green and white checkerboard was growing rapidly, and at the same time I noticed the lazy rolling waves of the ocean, covered with a purple haze.

Then the clouds went high up, enveloped at the edges by dazzling purple, the sky between them was distant and flat, brownish orange. In the observation window, an ocean that waved to the smoky horizon sparkled with a mercury gleam, the ropes and rings of the parachute instantly separated and flew over the waves carried away by the wind, and the container began to gently sway with special free movements, as is usually the case in an artificial force field and fell down.

The last thing I saw were huge lattice catapults and two tracery mirrors of radio telescopes, probably rising to a height of several floors.

The author of the painting is Gennady Tishchenko