I had a dream, not long ago.
I found myself in the wood of dark and tall oak trees, cold and leafless, and the air smelled of damp wood, wet leaves, moss, and rain. At first, this place felt threatening, no path was visible in the fog surrounding me. Yet, as I walked on, carefully placing one foot in front of the other, I faced a clearing in this forest and began to hear birds chirping in the trees, and felt a ray of sunshine touching my face.
I felt relief and determination to find my way out. When I continued to walk my own way, not feeling lost anymore, I suddenly and unexpectedly came upon a clearance. This is my story about Vienna, WienerBlut, and the fragrance named Freudian Wood.