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Virginia cedar
Rosewood
Eucalyptus
Bergamot
Heart Notes
Nootka cypress
Amyris
Amber
Base Notes
Musk
Velvet
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Notes01/14/2020
Leimbacher
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Booksmart
Never been a bookworm, never stood in a library but this powdery-green something mows through a just such as over lawn.
Like having a picnic with "Dior Homme" and "Marc Jacobs Men" on a roll of papyrus,
this pleasant experiment smells much more like veggie and cucumber than gyros.
Sorry about the stupid forced rhymes i hope I'm not making new enemies because of this
After all, it's supposed to be about the perfume, about the scent and it smells like a Hobbit cave or crypt
Dusty, powdery, but distinctly grassy, juicy and green,
like you're standing next to an armada of coo'n.
Figs are still not really my thing,
but this one I would wear, I would throw in the ring
I don't know exactly what fascinates me here why my nose has been staring at the sprayed back of my hand all day.
Some bamboo with wooden frame, some cypress in wet,
i could imagine, out there having some fun with this gentle exotic after all.
For it is a restrained fig scent, a woody pageturner,
a reliable companion, who certainly won't put horns on you.
Already almost hipster, almost a little too cool, too tried,
maybe it would have been good for him to be a little wicked.
So it's still the elitist cocktail under a green reading lamp,
i'm sure you'll come up with the odd clever thought.
Especially on damp rainy days a force,
and that's where one likes to retreat into a bay described.
Like having a picnic with "Dior Homme" and "Marc Jacobs Men" on a roll of papyrus,
this pleasant experiment smells much more like veggie and cucumber than gyros.
Sorry about the stupid forced rhymes i hope I'm not making new enemies because of this
After all, it's supposed to be about the perfume, about the scent and it smells like a Hobbit cave or crypt
Dusty, powdery, but distinctly grassy, juicy and green,
like you're standing next to an armada of coo'n.
Figs are still not really my thing,
but this one I would wear, I would throw in the ring
I don't know exactly what fascinates me here why my nose has been staring at the sprayed back of my hand all day.
Some bamboo with wooden frame, some cypress in wet,
i could imagine, out there having some fun with this gentle exotic after all.
For it is a restrained fig scent, a woody pageturner,
a reliable companion, who certainly won't put horns on you.
Already almost hipster, almost a little too cool, too tried,
maybe it would have been good for him to be a little wicked.
So it's still the elitist cocktail under a green reading lamp,
i'm sure you'll come up with the odd clever thought.
Especially on damp rainy days a force,
and that's where one likes to retreat into a bay described.
Ajthe7
