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Arizona, USA
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Ciderhouse Five is HERE!!! Also, NEW Discontinued List! [See Newsletter for Details!]
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Scent Profile: Pipe Smoke, Mulled Cider, Oakwood, Dried Leaves, Linseed...seems innocent enough, right?
5 essential notes make up this blend of our classic Autumn shave soap. 5 notes, like 5 colors on a painter's palette, mingling in a mid-afternoon, mid-autumn day on a canvas in an apple orchard. A few feet away is the cider house come to life in a bustle of festive activity and mirth.
Someone is smoking a pipe, mulled seasonings catch flight on the warm autumn wind, *oak barrels rock in the rhythmic ripples of the cider press, leaves crackle beneath the artist's feet....linseed oil lingers, and an apple possibly plucked by Eve herself is offered to bite. The artist drinks it all in...So it grows.
The winds begin to pick up in all directions, leaves whirling & spiraling up the invisible columns of a banshees temple, clouds roll in...but those are not clouds?
People run out from the orchard and the neighboring pumpkin patch, screams of children escape from the corn maze across the street.
Then a flash of white light crosses the sky, life in wholesome Technicolor resumes and the memory of what just was...is wiped. The artist finds himself under the overhang of the cider mill, tubes of paints capped and uncapped spilling from his pockets, easel under arm, nonplussed and damp. So it grows...
You have just witnessed what has become a regular irregular event in these parts, dare I say Paranormal? You have just witnessed Ciderhouse 5.
Try Something Different This Fall Season, Phoenix Shaving!
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Ciderhouse Five is HERE!!! Also, NEW Discontinued List! [See Newsletter for Details!]
Scent Profile: Pipe Smoke, Mulled Cider, Oakwood, Dried Leaves, Linseed...seems innocent enough, right?
5 essential notes make up this blend of our classic Autumn shave soap. 5 notes, like 5 colors on a painter's palette, mingling in a mid-afternoon, mid-autumn day on a canvas in an apple orchard. A few feet away is the cider house come to life in a bustle of festive activity and mirth.
Someone is smoking a pipe, mulled seasonings catch flight on the warm autumn wind, *oak barrels rock in the rhythmic ripples of the cider press, leaves crackle beneath the artist's feet....linseed oil lingers, and an apple possibly plucked by Eve herself is offered to bite. The artist drinks it all in...So it grows.
The winds begin to pick up in all directions, leaves whirling & spiraling up the invisible columns of a banshees temple, clouds roll in...but those are not clouds?
People run out from the orchard and the neighboring pumpkin patch, screams of children escape from the corn maze across the street.
Then a flash of white light crosses the sky, life in wholesome Technicolor resumes and the memory of what just was...is wiped. The artist finds himself under the overhang of the cider mill, tubes of paints capped and uncapped spilling from his pockets, easel under arm, nonplussed and damp. So it grows...
You have just witnessed what has become a regular irregular event in these parts, dare I say Paranormal? You have just witnessed Ciderhouse 5.
Try Something Different This Fall Season, Phoenix Shaving!
http://shor.by/rafk [Please Share this post!]
“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.” ~ Carl Sagan