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02/13/2024
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Standing blues on the volcano
I was immediately in love with his looks, yes. But it was the inner values that made me fall in love with him. I wanted him at all costs. And when it arrived, I was so despondent as I crept around it, literally pushing past it, always taking care to avert my eyes from the splendor of the flacon. Worried about the contradictions raging beneath the golden pebble and whether I was up to them, intimidated by the natural energy and self-contained passion of this fragrance.
The dark, smouldering depths, the destruction of fire, hot ashes and embers that eventually turn into dark warmth. And then, soon enough, the world melts into dark chocolate and wraps itself in soft, black velvet.
SHE grows and thrives on this soil in cool, distant beauty. The infamous lover and hated one.
Defies all the laws of nature and bears fresh rosebuds wet with dew on lava that has just solidified. Gradually, the surrounding warmth also takes possession of her.
Pale, uninvolved light pink gradually turns into a softly glowing, pulsating dark red. Dewdrops become rose-red, spicy tears. Then rivulets, finally rivulets of red rose wine on whose shimmering surface thousands of rose petals glide in the dawn.
Dionysus invites us to dance on the volcano.
And I let myself in for it.
And if at first I was afraid to let the scent touch my skin, I suddenly realize with amazement: we seem made for each other, we fit together. We literally merge into one. He withdraws elegantly, I hardly notice him. But when things get tight, he's there. Dark and sensual, sweet and tasty, warm and cuddly. Noble and never too sweet.
Even if this is his time: I don't want to banish him to the night hours. Especially during the day, such a dark companion can provide the necessary spice.
And if you love roses like I do, you should give it a try.
The dark, smouldering depths, the destruction of fire, hot ashes and embers that eventually turn into dark warmth. And then, soon enough, the world melts into dark chocolate and wraps itself in soft, black velvet.
SHE grows and thrives on this soil in cool, distant beauty. The infamous lover and hated one.
Defies all the laws of nature and bears fresh rosebuds wet with dew on lava that has just solidified. Gradually, the surrounding warmth also takes possession of her.
Pale, uninvolved light pink gradually turns into a softly glowing, pulsating dark red. Dewdrops become rose-red, spicy tears. Then rivulets, finally rivulets of red rose wine on whose shimmering surface thousands of rose petals glide in the dawn.
Dionysus invites us to dance on the volcano.
And I let myself in for it.
And if at first I was afraid to let the scent touch my skin, I suddenly realize with amazement: we seem made for each other, we fit together. We literally merge into one. He withdraws elegantly, I hardly notice him. But when things get tight, he's there. Dark and sensual, sweet and tasty, warm and cuddly. Noble and never too sweet.
Even if this is his time: I don't want to banish him to the night hours. Especially during the day, such a dark companion can provide the necessary spice.
And if you love roses like I do, you should give it a try.
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