Angel's Dust by Francesca Bianchi
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Angel's Dust is a popular perfume by Francesca Bianchi for women and men and was released in 2016. The scent is powdery-floral. It is still in production.

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Fragrance Notes

Black pepper, Mimosa, Rose, Iris, Musk, Mysore sandalwood, Tolu balm, Benzoin, Vanilla

Ratings

Scent

7.6 (89 Ratings)

Longevity

8.0 (81 Ratings)

Sillage

7.5 (80 Ratings)

Bottle

7.5 (69 Ratings)
Submitted by OPomone, last update on 29.09.2019
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Vieavecjulie

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The audacity
"What will you take from me
Now that you are inside
Intoxication
Now are you feeling

Enough, to vilify what I love
To sanctify all I hate
Endowed with the need
To carry over the life I lead
Intoxicating"

Angel's Dust.

This angel is in bed after a night with the devil himself. That's how innocent she is. Maybe she seems so spoiled and lost by this life that she is innocent again. Because somewhere, if you take a deep breath and look deeper, you actually recognize a woman who still believes in the great love and seeks it in her most intense affair.

And now I come to why I think exactly this when I smell and breathe deeply into myself at the moment. Regardless of a sweet angel who might read this.

One thing first:
I started a mistake: sprayed too close to the skin... (Who knows Dioniso... knows that there are scents that should be sprayed with some distance). It knocked me out. So sprayed again with some distance - on another place.

This little, oh so innocent angel is anything but pure! There's nothing sweet or spotless.

This woman wears black. Her outfit is elegant and yet provocative. She's getting ready. Because tonight she's gonna see this man she wants for herself. Your perfume... balsamic vanilla with some spice and a powdery touch, some violet, some mimosa. She chooses a deep red, shiny lipstick. It's 10:00. She's at her lover's door. He opens them, they look at each other. Not a word follows, not even a "hello" escapes his lips. He grabs them, he takes them and sometime in the middle of the night, around 03:00 o'clock, they fall together after several incidents of ecstasy sweaty and in degenerate perfection into deep sleep. Her lipstick dissolved. What remains is some wax on her kissed lips and the scent of it.

If you have the imagination and now want to mate the scent of your perfume and this night, you know what Angel's Dust is made of.

The scent polarizes. He's completely confusing me.

When to wear it? Probably on the way to an evening, which will not only end with conversations.

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Glossy Pictures, Francesca and the Beatles
Like when you're in the attic
the promising astronomy
search for nothing,
before the sun goes down.
Not the big car,
Venus, Mars or Snickers -
as they are not visible anyway,
because it's still daylight.

And what do you care
ever the stars,
if they don't shine on you?
Promising, my ass.

And then how do you
but unexpectedly you discover something:
namely this old casket.
And if you should guess,
what's in it,
would you at best
the old glossy pictures expect.

That had been swapped
with his girlfriend from childhood,
Gabriele, the pudgy one
with the big legs,
that always smelled a little like kitchen.
Glossy pictures, silver glittering,
that were actually just for girls
and smell of old paper.

Not to mention the poetry album:
"There shall be love in all four corners..."
was to be read -and:
"The bird that sings in the morning,
the cat fetches him in the evening".
Cat fur, animal hair, bird feathers.
Pooh.

Or an old 45 single maybe,
if you're lucky "Something"
by the Beatles,
that was long considered lost...

...an autograph from Rosi Mittermaier,
"Rosi, Rosi, once again"
it was so beautiful...

And as you then
by the way,
covered in crumpled,
skin-coloured tissue paper
the long since dried to dust,
decayed summer chamomile meadow flower bouquet
from the summer of the century 1978
rediscovered.

The pictures are coming,
and suddenly you remember:
on a very warm day,
it may have been in August,
and everyone was around you,
played hide and seek or catch.
When the time came,
to find a scapegoat,
you were the first choice.

Without even knowing it,
what self-optimization means -
was there even a word like that ? -
you already have any drive at that time
missed.

For example, if someone called:
"Who wants all the ice cream?"
you turned around asking,
who could be meant everything,
and when you were timid and finally
the hand up,
all the ice was already distributed.
Bleeding heart and all...

Therefore, with Magnum or Cornetto
you could never start anything.
Langnese: summer tastes like this.
Do you remember last year,
a sunbeam, and it was there.

Ah, I digress.

So, what did we have -
dried flowers, summer, 1978.
Gabriele and the Beatles.
And a flimsy one, too,
cream-coloured summer sweater
with golden stars of lurex on it
and the stroke "Hippie Love".

A very light and now
almost flown away welding odour
lies gently above -
great!
And to top it all off, the domestic cat had
on everything.
What was her name - no matter.

Powder on it, the blessing of the Lord with it,
dare what - just do ´mal,
from an angel
Stardust in the face
blow.
Eyes closed and through.
I say ´mal.
Well done.
Würd´ich ´mal say...

What's that,
if you look closely,
someone must have given for an effort,
to get all this so, all those years.
With a patience of an angel
and the view for the whole.

I think it was Francesca Bianchi.

Where does such action lead,
Do and let in?
That is one of the open questions.
Is it composed from the first moment,
or left to chance.
When you start,
to ask such questions,
you can also ask right away:
Isn't that all a lie, all these years?
___________________________________________________________________

Francesca,
remember,
last year,
remember...
...do you remember,
a sunbeam,
and he was there.

__________________________________________________
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