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Disco instead of Balvergnügen
When I saw the price for 100ml, I had to swallow.
"in the normalosegment you already know you well" I thought to myself. "Now we look what the fine ladies or gentlemen, is unisex, use".
Spray once... twice... look around to see if salesgirl's looking my way. No... she's in consultation. Well, go ahead and diesel... Rapid I put the tester back and... lose myself. What a scent... Valuable, soft, yes, slightly fruity, slightly citric, slightly bitter... Coleidoscope of scents surrounds me. He's sooo... "I want it, I want it" So, now the price is ticking in my head. And I'll be right back with my brains. Let me see... I think about it and stroll on in the department store.
But with every head movement... Kaleidoscope of this fragrance, sometimes a picture, sometimes different, sweet, then bitter, then fruity citrus. So it went about 2 hours and then... Bump nothing left. Uh... i thought Bal was taking a little longer. I just found the rhythm to the fine music. No.
I'm filling up like a disco, fast dancing, hop- hop- hop- hop Bal. When Flickflack goes out and the light is suddenly on, I notice that I'm dancing alone. My companion... I mean the scent... diluted and left me alone. Waasss? I paid 180 euros for admission. For the two of us. Where are you my noble companion?
Somebody comes up to me and wants to see the ticket... i look in my pockets, nothing there. Party's over. So I am promoted out, in a rude way.
Uh... i think... that's supposed to be the distinguished Bal and still in famous Afrique? Well, I don't know...
I've seen that twice. Please, somebody believe me?
I'd be willing to save up and stop buying new clothes and bags. I wanted to go to this Bal, and with this companion, but if he was such an A.... is. No. I won't be lumpen.
But I wouldn't be disinclined if I ever met someone who looks similar...äää..smells, I mean, then I'm ready to try again. I'm dying to get a chance at Bal.