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...to melt the ice shield
Times have become rough.
A cold wind sweeps through streets and canyons of houses, penetrates through clothing into the heart of society and encloses it with a frosty tank.
Tired eyes, empty faces, indifferent overtaking, no time for a smile.
Noise and hectic rush, grey people, the gaze spellbound on a black rectangle, pulled up shoulders and the elbows always ready.
A time which in the ego forgets your self, in which you are listened to instead of listened to and which punishes values such as prudence, mindfulness and natural nobility with contempt.
The nose looks up at yesterday, a "I'm not doing it" and about smells like "Seringa".
Seringa" has a delicate and fine effect, flower-speckled in light green and transparent like a silk scarf, unpretentious and old-fashioned in a touching way.
A classic blossom fragrance that does without any opulence, cool and clean and of restrained elegance, undoubtedly feminine and yet free of any sweetness.
Soft and gentle, quiet and yet audible, a "you're not alone" - like the smile of your best friend, like your hand in mine, like the song of the lark that enters the room early in the morning.
Whoever wears "Seringa" is neither a vamp nor a girlie, doesn't rock or roar, doesn't lade about in boxes and probably feels more comfortable in the concert hall than in the disco.
Light linen, open eyes, feet on the floor and relaxed understatement.
Life in the here and now, yesterday in the luggage and with responsibility for tomorrow, kindness as an end in itself and a smile that always reaches the eyes - and the heart of its counterpart.
To melt the ice shield.
Addendum: This comment was first published on 8 November 2013 under the Eau de Parfum - presumably the Eau de Toilette was not yet listed at that time. Since the variant discussed is the EdT, I have moved the comment here and deleted it elsewhere.
A cold wind sweeps through streets and canyons of houses, penetrates through clothing into the heart of society and encloses it with a frosty tank.
Tired eyes, empty faces, indifferent overtaking, no time for a smile.
Noise and hectic rush, grey people, the gaze spellbound on a black rectangle, pulled up shoulders and the elbows always ready.
A time which in the ego forgets your self, in which you are listened to instead of listened to and which punishes values such as prudence, mindfulness and natural nobility with contempt.
The nose looks up at yesterday, a "I'm not doing it" and about smells like "Seringa".
Seringa" has a delicate and fine effect, flower-speckled in light green and transparent like a silk scarf, unpretentious and old-fashioned in a touching way.
A classic blossom fragrance that does without any opulence, cool and clean and of restrained elegance, undoubtedly feminine and yet free of any sweetness.
Soft and gentle, quiet and yet audible, a "you're not alone" - like the smile of your best friend, like your hand in mine, like the song of the lark that enters the room early in the morning.
Whoever wears "Seringa" is neither a vamp nor a girlie, doesn't rock or roar, doesn't lade about in boxes and probably feels more comfortable in the concert hall than in the disco.
Light linen, open eyes, feet on the floor and relaxed understatement.
Life in the here and now, yesterday in the luggage and with responsibility for tomorrow, kindness as an end in itself and a smile that always reaches the eyes - and the heart of its counterpart.
To melt the ice shield.
Addendum: This comment was first published on 8 November 2013 under the Eau de Parfum - presumably the Eau de Toilette was not yet listed at that time. Since the variant discussed is the EdT, I have moved the comment here and deleted it elsewhere.
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