Making sense of my newest slip. My avalanche really is from Ensar Oud. If you haven’t seen this video I recommend watching it. I am a recent victim of Ensar Oud’s brilliant campaign to sell Bambi testicles, or meat perfume. The youTube video is truly genius. Beginning with the most apprecitive guttural groan. With an all star cast including a buddhist monkette begging for the only bottle in existence. Never inquiring as buddhist’s will sometimes do into the humanity or treatment of the musk deer. I believe if I do believe in past lives that I was NOT a legend but instead my spirit animal was likely a deer, hiding, not wanting to get snared. Feeling already like prey I shouldn’t have bought this but I lost my mind to the teacher and he is a fine teacher, Ensar Oud suggested this was a ride, an atom bomb of animalistic sensuality. I found instead a blood relative of EO2. With a candy opening that immediately exploded, which was a cool party trick and then became musk with pink pepper corns popping like pop corn. I basically bought the naked emperor’s wardrobe, just a stitch on the hem, 10mil. Hopefully one of you will understand this creation and buy it from me. Please. It wouldn’t have been such a dark day for my learning curve and wallet had the disciples at EO included an LTD sample. Perhaps they don’t see me as part of an elite worthy of sniffing the finest elixirs. They might even suggest that my writing is blackmail when really my earnest wish is this, that samples might be offered. Or even sizes that each of us might glimpse before jumping. The way Tyson does it. See his sparkling attar. Without any hype. And Tyson could say that no one has made attar like this for centuries. The delivery was this clean amazing sparkling transcendent dream catcher. https://www.etsy.com/shop/TysonLeeMortensen. Let godhead rain. I once lived in Santa Monica with a buddhist. A man not content with our cohabitation. He complained to the therapist that I made the floor dirty and he was constantly hunched over following me around the house to clean up after. Marriage was out of the question and he asked me find other quarters. For the interim we still lived together and even entertained other roommates. With his newly acquired monk status we had monk visitors flying in from Tibet. What surprised me most about living with a buddhist was the value placed on money and transitory materials, stuff like like my stuff. I wasn’t prepared for that.