Woweee what Strength! This takes no prisoners at all unrelenting dark, dark, green forrest magnificent. The black, Gothic juice finally in my possession it reminds me of a jar of black olives. I could speak about the naturalistic fir, rotten pine needle laden Forrest floor all day. Instead I'm going to speak to the burnt but not smokey, sawdust element which takes me back to school in woodwork class. Norne smells like singed MDF (couldn't be less natural!) or friction burned wood. It has a deep resinous quality and is totally unique smelling with the spiciness and perception of smoke giving a meditative incense vibe. This composition seems simple, and is really...Norne provokes, varying but definite responses which give a air of complexity. I love it and it can stain me all it wants, I'd wear it... not sure when though? The silage and longevity from this extrait are massive.
Black night forests frozen in time; tarry, resinous pines and greenest firs and crisp midnight air, tiniest pinpoints of starlight. Woodsmoke and loam, lichen and fern, and musty mosses creeping, creeping over fallen logs and worn stone paths. Spiders webs tangling high in the branches, dust settling on the strands. Time has slowed and finally stood still in this forest while the world outside advances and evolves and moves along as is the world’s habit whether one interferes or not. This is a still, solemn, forgotten wood, without any birth or growth, and yet undying