06/20/2018
InTOXIcation
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Frost flowers bloom at night
"In the sky shines a silver lining < br />
The evening converts dew to frost
The bleach that snows from our cheeks
Make us beautiful like angels
You should get on your knees
And pray that the moon will remain hidden"
It's the lines of this song from Subway to Sally or from Eisblume which I think of and which I want to quote when I spray this scent on.
He is tender.
Vulnerable.
No "make me strong" scent.
A "with you I may be weak" scent.
Like a white silk scarf with silver sparkling stars.
Like a dewdrop on a rose petal.
Like an ice crystal on a window pane.
Like pale pink lips and light complexion.
Snuggle up in a bright blanket.
Gently melancholic. A beautiful melancholy.
Thoughtful, not depressive.
A delicate silver band on the wrist on which I rest my head while thinking back to my holiday in Iceland.
A scent like cool wind before I saw the northern lights.
A scent like an eraser.
Not of smell, but of effect.
Erase the heavy thoughts to give space to the new, fresh thoughts.
Lightness.
Purity.
Everything's all right again.
Nothing is too much.
Nothing is too little.
Everything is as it should be.
And it stays that way for a few hours Without tearing others away.
Quiet. But for me intensive.
"The day flees hastily from the city
She drinks herself full of the shadows
And reveal their true countenance
The puddles already shimmer like ice"
Sorry I didn't respond to the individual components. But the simple, yet adorable Quadriga really speaks for itself here.
I wanted to write down more the emotions and what the smell triggers in me.
Thanks for reading.
FIN
The bleach that snows from our cheeks
Make us beautiful like angels
You should get on your knees
And pray that the moon will remain hidden"
It's the lines of this song from Subway to Sally or from Eisblume which I think of and which I want to quote when I spray this scent on.
He is tender.
Vulnerable.
No "make me strong" scent.
A "with you I may be weak" scent.
Like a white silk scarf with silver sparkling stars.
Like a dewdrop on a rose petal.
Like an ice crystal on a window pane.
Like pale pink lips and light complexion.
Snuggle up in a bright blanket.
Gently melancholic. A beautiful melancholy.
Thoughtful, not depressive.
A delicate silver band on the wrist on which I rest my head while thinking back to my holiday in Iceland.
A scent like cool wind before I saw the northern lights.
A scent like an eraser.
Not of smell, but of effect.
Erase the heavy thoughts to give space to the new, fresh thoughts.
Lightness.
Purity.
Everything's all right again.
Nothing is too much.
Nothing is too little.
Everything is as it should be.
And it stays that way for a few hours Without tearing others away.
Quiet. But for me intensive.
"The day flees hastily from the city
She drinks herself full of the shadows
And reveal their true countenance
The puddles already shimmer like ice"
Sorry I didn't respond to the individual components. But the simple, yet adorable Quadriga really speaks for itself here.
I wanted to write down more the emotions and what the smell triggers in me.
Thanks for reading.
FIN
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