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*Part 1 in Our AGHARTA Trilogy
Winter, 1946- Admiral Richard E. Byrd sits in a barber chair on base. One last cut & shave before he ships out on what will become one of the largest and most epic Naval expeditions ever undertaken...and forgotten.
As his barber engages him in idle chit chat, Admiral Byrd is already miles away in his mind, eyes a gaze in the mirror and out the window behind him. This would be his 3rd time in this far away land, and his furthest "Jump" yet...he feels a pull towards this mission, a drive, something calling to him...
shave complete the barber slaps a mysterious, yet familiar splash on our heroes face and neck. The scent immediately brings him back...He shakes off the strange reverie and is ready to depart.
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...exiting the chthonic corridor into the muted light of a rainforest a familiar smell engulfs the team...where are they? They are off course it would seem. One last glance at the overgrown Brazilian jungle and then back into the cave once more to find the rest of the scattered team...
What is this mysterious/Familiar scent?
It's origins are in the Amazon, Brazil, The resins that escape the Breu Branco Tree...or what I like to call "The Barbershop Tree". The natural, deep aromatics of Breu Branco scream classic man. Not indigenous in the least, but 30's, 40's even 50's classic civilized man. So much so it needed little tweaking in my lab.
"Breu-Branco" or white Breu, is a resin (or sap) from an Amazon tree, in the US it is virtually unknown but in Brazil it is used by perfume companies and as an essential oil. The resin itself has been use by the forest population for centuries for it's medicinal properties. Churches and tribes used to burn it for it's aromatic scent with calming and concentring properties.
There is a top note of Amber to enhance the already naturally occurring Talc-like scent and a twist of Bitter Orange & Bergamot for color. Lastly, I treated the blend with a thimble full of animalic musk to heighten the primal, natural musk already present in the resin, to give shape and to anchor it.
Soap Ingredients: Potassium Stearate, Glycerin, Potassium Cocoate, Aqua, Potassium Kokumate, Sodium Lactate, Potassium Shea Butterate, Potassium Castorate, Sodium Stearate, Potassium Cocoa Butterate, Potassium Avocadoate, Simmondsia Chinensis (Jojoba) Seed Oil, Theobroma Grandiflorum (Capuacu) Butter, Astrocaryum (Murumuru) Seed Butter, Platonia Insignis (Bacuri) Seed Butter, Parfum [Fragrance]
Soap Net Wt 4 oz (113 g)
External Use Only, Discontinue Use if Irritation Occurs
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Part 2 in Our AGHARTA Trilogy
February 7 1947
Expedition Log
0910 HRS - For the last week we have made our way through a system of underground caves, seemingly spanning across the globe. Our compass has spun itself useless. Running low on supplies and down to our last carbide lamp...but such things we've seen in this dim otherworld lead us to question the very nature of reality, yet we keep these creeping thoughts to ourselves, we are men of action and resource, not philosophers.
1030 HRS - Appears to be sunlight up ahead. Temperature has noticeably risen in cavern. [entered while walking]
1045 HRS - We have discovered a small lagoon separating us from the outside world, an almost circular opening in the cavern ceiling! It was decided that Lieutenant Commander Thompson, an excellent swimmer and rock climber, be the first to swim across, scale the wall, set pitons, ropes and scout out the surface.
1135 HRS - We find ourselves back on the surface, sun as bright as ever and burning our eyes. Can it be we are on an island? The sun seems to glitter and shimmer on what appears to be the ocean that surrounds us...such strange devices and flora inhabit this place. Lieutenant Commander Thompson has taken a team of 4 men and set out to verify if we are on an island or a peninsula. The rest of us, tired and exhausted, work to set up a temporary camp. There is a strange, alluring scent, a scent that pulls us in, distracts us from our duties...my gut tells me we are not alone.
~Admiral Richard B. Byrd
