Perfumes – Hamoud

Haraa

In the backdoor garden, as the evening sun painted the sky, I savored the serenity of a tea set. The fragrance of freshly brewed tea mingled with the sweet scent of vanilla cookies. Nestled in a cozy chair, I embraced the tranquility, finding solace in nature’s embrace. With each sip, warmth spread through me, bringing comfort and contentment. In that moment, the backdoor garden became a sanctuary of bliss.

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Rêve Bleu

On a summer afternoon in South France, I floated on serene waters. The sun’s warmth kissed my skin, while a gentle breeze danced across my face. The cool embrace of the crystal-clear water carried me away, releasing all worries. Weightless and free, I surrendered to the blissful moment, finding pure tranquility in the heart of the Mediterranean.

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Before

In the arena’s stillness, a gladiator stood poised, exuding strength. With a silent roar, he unleashed his inner valor, the air pulsating with his unspoken determination. Time halted as the warrior embraced his destiny, the very ground trembling beneath his resolute steps. Awaiting the battle, he embodied the spirit of an indomitable force, ready to conquer whatever lay ahead.

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Durche

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the orchard. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming roses from the nearby garden. Lost in thought, he wandered among the trees, a crisp, green apple clutched in his hand. He inhaled deeply, savoring the tart, fruity aroma. Though he rarely indulged in the fruit’s flesh, its fragrance was a constant source of delight. He preferred the warm, comforting embrace of cinnamon tea, its spicy notes dancing on his tongue.

As he sipped, he imagined himself surrounded by the fragrant blossoms of the garden, the cool evening air soothing his senses. It was a curious contradiction, this love for the scent of fruit without the desire to consume it. He was a man of refined tastes, appreciating the subtleties of life. Yet, he was also a creature of habit, drawn to the familiar comfort of his favorite tea.

The recent case had been particularly taxing, but he had managed to unravel the mystery with his keenness. Now, in the quiet solitude of the orchard, he sought respite from the demands of his profession. It was a time for reflection, savoring life’s simple pleasures. As the sun began to set, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, a reward for his tireless efforts.

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Korkoom

In a secluded forest cabin, a solitary figure sat by the hearth, his hands gnarled from years of shaping wood. A hint of spice, reminiscent of the earth and the sun, danced on the breeze, adding a touch of warmth to the cool evening air.

The man, a craftsman of quiet solitude, had lost his beloved companion many years ago. The pain of her absence lingered, a constant companion in his twilight years. Yet, despite the sorrow, he found solace in the quiet of his forest retreat.

As the sun began its descent, casting long, golden rays through the cabin’s windows, a familiar weight settled upon him. The memories of his lost love, though bittersweet, were tinged with a newfound peace.

He reached for a small, ornate bottle on the mantelpiece. Unscrewing the cap, he took a deep breath, inhaling the comforting scent. The familiar aroma of burnt wood and the subtle spice blended harmoniously, creating a soothing balm for his weary soul.

In the quiet of his cabin, surrounded by the comforting embrace of nature, the man found a sanctuary where he could mourn his loss without shame or guilt. The perfume, a gift from his beloved, served as a tangible connection to her memory, a reminder of the love they had shared.

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Sawda

The house was a sanctuary, its air thick with the comforting scent of damp earth and old wood. Sunlight, filtered through lace curtains, cast dancing shadows on the worn wooden floor.

In the heart of the house, a grandmother sat, her hands busy peeling tangerines. The sweet, citrusy aroma filled the room, a stark contrast to the melancholy tones of the house.

As she worked, she spoke of the past, her voice a soft melody that carried the weight of time, a tapestry woven with threads of joy, sorrow, and triumph. She told tales of autumn leaves swirling in the wind, of crisp mornings filled with the sound of birdsong, and of evenings spent by the hearth, its flames flickering and casting dancing shadows on the walls.

I watched her from the balcony, her eyes reflecting the light of the setting sun. A decade had passed since she had sought solace in her grandmother’s home, leaving behind the burdens of her past. Now, here we were, sitting together, the scent of tangerines filling the air, a reminder of the past and the promise of a new beginning.

Her eyes, a deep ocean blue, held stories of laughter and tears, dreams and disappointments. In them, I saw the strength she had found, the resilience she had cultivated. As the sun dipped below the horizon, I realized the scent of tangerines was more than just nostalgic; it was a symbol of her journey, a testament to her courage and unwavering spirit

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