SPRING SOLILOQUY -75 Gms

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“If all that I would want to do was to sit and talk to you…would you listen?”

― Ann Ashford

“My story is not important. You might be misled. I can’t take the chance. I have no message, just a reminder- To take mystery over truth any day. Truth is ambiguous, you need to endure it, for the light to shine through – it’s harsh; Mystery, is the light you experience. You’d think the delicate is the first thing to be stripped by the harsh; It’s not. It’s all that remains after harsh. It’s mysterious.”

“On the mobius strip of seasons, summers bake me bold, Monsoons make me lush, Autumn turns on ‘my-fierce’ but I am always sweet. Winter holds the most meaning for me, shrivels me in despair, strips away the bold, the lush, the fierce, leaving me ‘my-delicate’ in Spring, but still sweet. Winter and I are close; close like Meerkats and Hollyhocks. I learnt my expressions from them – to make them curious and dense. Yes, the dense comes from the delicate.”

“Where the flavors and aromas come form is a mystery but I do suspect the winds make me floral, both dry and brewed. Undeniably floral. To deliver them densely, is a skill I was bestowed. Kindred flavors of honey and apricots make up the essence of my delivery; that’s the human desire manifesting through skill and experienced recognition. The grapes, like punctuation, I have learnt to time for eloquence. But the flavor always stays floral- a sweet, fruity, dense delivery of the floral.  A Soliloquy for the seasons, desires, mystery, expectations and experience – in a cup”.

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“If all that I would want to do was to sit and talk to you…would you listen?”

― Ann Ashford

“My story is not important. You might be misled. I can’t take the chance. I have no message, just a reminder- To take mystery over truth any day. Truth is ambiguous, you need to endure it, for the light to shine through – it’s harsh; Mystery, is the light you experience. You’d think the delicate is the first thing to be stripped by the harsh; It’s not. It’s all that remains after harsh. It’s mysterious.”

“On the mobius strip of seasons, summers bake me bold, Monsoons make me lush, Autumn turns on ‘my-fierce’ but I am always sweet. Winter holds the most meaning for me, shrivels me in despair, strips away the bold, the lush, the fierce, leaving me ‘my-delicate’ in Spring, but still sweet. Winter and I are close; close like Meerkats and Hollyhocks. I learnt my expressions from them – to make them curious and dense. Yes, the dense comes from the delicate.”

“We are always closer to our experience than expectation; close to what we have endured. But it’s expectation that makes the season change; spring happen. It’s Mysterious. Speaking of mysterious, there’s another one- the human desire; for Sweetness and beauty; for intoxication and control – the incessant need to constantly find it in nature and then manifest it, shape it. You see, as much duality there exists in life, I for one, exist where nature’s seasons and human desire become one. Maybe they were one to begin with”.

“Where the flavors and aromas come form is a mystery but I do suspect the winds make me floral, both dry and brewed. Undeniably floral. To deliver them densely, is a skill I was bestowed. Kindred flavors of honey and apricots make up the essence of my delivery; that’s the human desire manifesting through skill and experienced recognition. The grapes, like punctuation, I have learnt to time for eloquence. But the flavor always stays floral- a sweet, fruity, dense delivery of the floral.  A Soliloquy for the seasons, desires, mystery, expectations and experience – in a cup”.

Weight 75 g

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