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Amylovesyou
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To old love
Old love doesn't rust.
Emilie found her way to me at the beginning of last year and it happened very quickly around me. This self-confident and yet so warm and soft beauty sat very deep in my heart. An anchor -smell that could pull me out of many bad memories.
Unfortunately my husband couldn't do anything with the scent and I was always overcome by rant tirades when I wore it. So I decided to give up Emilie with a heavy heart and if I had already known at that time what was soon to come, I would have let Emilie stay.
Shortly after Emilie had left, my husband also left, or rather said I had to leave. Away from the common house. The dream shattered with a deafening bang. On the day I moved out, his new one already moved in with him and I had to pick some of my cartons between their trips, which brought me to my limits. A rest of filling of Emilie fell into my hand and I sprayed myself full pipe with it. Out of defiance. Her beautiful soft berry aroma and the beautiful strong and at the same time cuddly soft patchouli lay around me like a protective coat and so on this day some things bounced off me that would have deeply injured me. I mastered this bizarre and almost perverse situation. But all this still left many traces, fragrances that otherwise meant so much to me could no longer get close to me. I lived several months in a bubble from which nothing could escape badly and also nothing good herrandurfte to me.
Sometime it was then again so far...sample crates, filling crates were put away, sorted and the small Emilie came again to the light. Almost empty but it was enough for a sprayer. Beinhahe awesomely I waited for what would be triggered by it with me...it flashte me. This intense lightly earthy patch puts one firmly on the ground with both feet. The wonderful berries, full authentic aroma have something sensually bold playful, loosen up. The leather is slightly rough, as if it had already been through a lot and yet so much softness has remained. I only smell woods discreetly, but they form a fine safety net. Over 12 hours Emilie puts herself around one. And also shows low doses of an incredible presence.
This one sprayer convinced me completely and at the beginning of this year Emilie was allowed to move in with me again in all her splendour.
I am glad that this love has held and we are again side by side.
We're moving on. Keep going
Emilie found her way to me at the beginning of last year and it happened very quickly around me. This self-confident and yet so warm and soft beauty sat very deep in my heart. An anchor -smell that could pull me out of many bad memories.
Unfortunately my husband couldn't do anything with the scent and I was always overcome by rant tirades when I wore it. So I decided to give up Emilie with a heavy heart and if I had already known at that time what was soon to come, I would have let Emilie stay.
Shortly after Emilie had left, my husband also left, or rather said I had to leave. Away from the common house. The dream shattered with a deafening bang. On the day I moved out, his new one already moved in with him and I had to pick some of my cartons between their trips, which brought me to my limits. A rest of filling of Emilie fell into my hand and I sprayed myself full pipe with it. Out of defiance. Her beautiful soft berry aroma and the beautiful strong and at the same time cuddly soft patchouli lay around me like a protective coat and so on this day some things bounced off me that would have deeply injured me. I mastered this bizarre and almost perverse situation. But all this still left many traces, fragrances that otherwise meant so much to me could no longer get close to me. I lived several months in a bubble from which nothing could escape badly and also nothing good herrandurfte to me.
Sometime it was then again so far...sample crates, filling crates were put away, sorted and the small Emilie came again to the light. Almost empty but it was enough for a sprayer. Beinhahe awesomely I waited for what would be triggered by it with me...it flashte me. This intense lightly earthy patch puts one firmly on the ground with both feet. The wonderful berries, full authentic aroma have something sensually bold playful, loosen up. The leather is slightly rough, as if it had already been through a lot and yet so much softness has remained. I only smell woods discreetly, but they form a fine safety net. Over 12 hours Emilie puts herself around one. And also shows low doses of an incredible presence.
This one sprayer convinced me completely and at the beginning of this year Emilie was allowed to move in with me again in all her splendour.
I am glad that this love has held and we are again side by side.
We're moving on. Keep going
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