Encore du Temps
Timeless Trilogy
Laos
Encore du temps is a love dedication, it is a flower fallen into a cup of tea.
It was a trip to Laos that made me understand the timeless love between two people, that gave birth to my desire to tell you about this journey. To a place where time is a state of mind, where all is lost in a smile. Like a slow black and white movie, like certain moments in life. That tea seemed to never end, as the little Osmanthus flower floated among the swirls of the cup.
Love
It was just love and we wished we still had time to live that moment of our lives, sitting on the terrace of a historic colonial house in Luang Prabang. From there, our gaze lost to the river. A gentle and delicate opening, loving since its first olfactory steps, a gentle note of Bergamot and Mandarin opens the way to the heart, a white canvas sprinkled with Green Tea, on which rests Osmanthus: warm, voluptuous and fruity, the same canvas on which rests the poetry of Champaca flower, in its Asian scents I feel my beloved Asia and the walks in the forests, next to them the great Magnolia is a dedication.
Time
In the background the sweetness of Benzoin from Laos, the care of Sandalwood and the memories of Mate, tell a delicate ending. The Osmanthus today grows in our garden, giving us a fragrant and delicate flowering in autumn. On autumn evenings, as I walk by, its fruity scent takes me back to Laos, Indochina. It reminds me of the feeling I have for the woman I love every day. I would like more time again, and again, and again….
Encore du Temps
I wish time would stop now.
Musical inspiration: Impetus by Sebastian Plano
Composition
- Bergamot
- Mandarin
- Osmanthus
- Tea
- Mate
- Champaca
- Magnolia
- Sandalwood
- Benzoin
Olfactory family: Flowery
Facets: Fruit, Herbaceous, Woody
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I am writing this journal during the nighttime hours when I can’t sleep anymore.
During the day I just try to forget myself and I think how much we are immersed in our desire to break the link with the time overwhelm us.
The balance of things is nothing but the poise of our spirit in peace.
I look at men bent in the fertile field, harmonious rows of rice.
And the sun waits for the next rain.
Cloudy bodies illuminated,
rare ray of sunshine,
in this season.
A short time and the gaze still alert to the future.
Today it is raining on the banks of the red river,
history crosses the inner time of my present,
living, stopping and disappearing.
I am writing this journal during the nighttime hours when I can’t sleep anymore.
During the day I just try to forget myself and I think how much we are immersed in our desire to break the link with the time overwhelm us.
The balance of things is nothing but the poise of our spirit in peace.
I look at men bent in the fertile field, harmonious rows of rice.
And the sun waits for the next rain.
Cloudy bodies illuminated,
rare ray of sunshine,
in this season.
A short time and the gaze still alert to the future.
Today it is raining on the banks of the red river,
history crosses the inner time of my present,
living, stopping and disappearing.
