07/24/2018
Meggi
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Now also oversalted
Ah, the rotting pile of leaves! Of course I recognize him immediately at the third Brosius test, the sibling #704 Wild Hunt/Forest sends her greetings in this regard. In concrete terms: the musty, musty smell that surrounds an already whitish heap of interspersed leaves. This is apparently supposed to be a kind of musk; although the musk is actually "invisible" here - which certainly does not refer to the colorless liquid in the tube, but means "not separately smellable". Right, it smells like autumn-modern.
At least we're in the garden. That's not far to the next topic, because according to the manufacturer #405 is supposed to be "a subtle Jasmine perfume". I see. What emerges second after the heap of leaves may therefore mean this jasmine; I, on the other hand, nevertheless think in the overall picture again of the strange impression of a sour mushroom dish as in #215 CBMUSK.
But just be patient! Today's candidate can certainly come up with an individual twist. As I progress, I think of salted vegetable stew. A little later I consider - where I'm already trying dubious culinaria - frozen potato rösti, baked in plenty of old fat and meanwhile cold.
I wonder if I should get fucked. I have a quasi-original sample, apparently from a distributor, with a kind of official imprint, on which the fragrance is named. So everything should be real. However, with a 170 dollar fabric I am surprised that it smells prominently of compost mushrooms from the garden and other mushrooms from the wok again
By the way, even the former is by no means an unpleasant smell per se, let's be clear about that. I'll leave it to hardcore gardeners to spray themselves. It's no use to me that in the afternoon an ISO-E-Super-Freshness mixes itself funny with the Moder-Moschus. I find the escape to the front of the supplier pitiful: He calls his work "antithesis of perfume".
Conclusion: I give up. That with the Lord Brosius him his things and me will nothing.
I thank Bartholomeo for the rehearsal.
At least we're in the garden. That's not far to the next topic, because according to the manufacturer #405 is supposed to be "a subtle Jasmine perfume". I see. What emerges second after the heap of leaves may therefore mean this jasmine; I, on the other hand, nevertheless think in the overall picture again of the strange impression of a sour mushroom dish as in #215 CBMUSK.
But just be patient! Today's candidate can certainly come up with an individual twist. As I progress, I think of salted vegetable stew. A little later I consider - where I'm already trying dubious culinaria - frozen potato rösti, baked in plenty of old fat and meanwhile cold.
I wonder if I should get fucked. I have a quasi-original sample, apparently from a distributor, with a kind of official imprint, on which the fragrance is named. So everything should be real. However, with a 170 dollar fabric I am surprised that it smells prominently of compost mushrooms from the garden and other mushrooms from the wok again
By the way, even the former is by no means an unpleasant smell per se, let's be clear about that. I'll leave it to hardcore gardeners to spray themselves. It's no use to me that in the afternoon an ISO-E-Super-Freshness mixes itself funny with the Moder-Moschus. I find the escape to the front of the supplier pitiful: He calls his work "antithesis of perfume".
Conclusion: I give up. That with the Lord Brosius him his things and me will nothing.
I thank Bartholomeo for the rehearsal.
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