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the mouse thing
I'm probably a philistine.
One who has no idea.
Not by cats and not by the moon anyway.
Mea culpa - okay.
And yet, I don't bring them together, the moon, the cats and Lune Féline.
Cats love valerian, at least I know that, the cats I know also know that.
But "Lune Féline" doesn't contain any valerian or anything else that affects my neighbour's cat, which I chose as a test object.
She avoided me, the cat, for the whole 14 days, eyeing me from afar, suspicious, as it seemed to me.
At some point I gave up trying to impress her with "Lune Féline", left my treats behind - and found a dead mouse in her place.
I suppose she was trying to tell me something, the cat.
If I'm lucky, something good.
I can't know.
Even now I can't know what's going on with the cats and the moon.
And with "Lune Féline" in the alleged triumvirate.
Nevertheless: We had a good time, "Lune Féline" and I, for the whole two weeks.
Then the sample was empty, there was nothing more to share.
But what she shared with me, shared with me, was more than enough.
It was, one word only, beautiful.
Dark, tropical, deeply mature vanilla opens on my skin, warm and dense and wonderful, not shearing the bean around all those to which it should leave the way it wants the pyramid.
She doesn't want it, she doesn't do it, not on any of these days.
Soon, it seems to me, she marries Lapsang Souchong, that very smoky tea that evokes memories of Black Forest ham, and - yes! - incense, warm, unsacral incense that I find again and again, although it is not listed.
But "Lune Féline" doesn't care, not on my skin.
He does what he wants, the scent, and is similar to the cats in it, perhaps even in the smoothness, which does not hide fine sharpness, sharp edges like that of Lapsang tea.
It may be due to the warm summer that "Lune Féline", as a winter fragrance, does not give a hint of anything bright or green on my skin, that the base already appears in my head and competes with the outside warmth.
If it's also humid and humid, even vanilla gives way a step back and clears the stage for deep dark, spicy, highly virile Ambroxan - and I'm only happy about that one spray, which is potent enough for the whole long day.
More would simply be too much for my nose and for me.
Perhaps not in winter, but very well in August.
And maybe that's what the neighbor's cat thought.
What am I gonna do with this mouse?