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The scent of survival
I write my comments mostly rather neutrally... Not today. There will be talk of violence and other tastelessness. If you don't want to read this, please stop here. But I can't judge the scent without the story.
One morning when the young lady was with this guy for only a few weeks, he shook her out of sleep early at 8am after a disco night danced through. HEY HONEY, GET UP, I GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU. WE WILL RIDE WITH THE MOTOR WHEEL WHERE, NIX NEEDS TO PARTY.
Oh where are you going?
The journey took 3 hours. Once she almost fell off her bike in a bend. When they finally got there (Where?????), all her bones hurt. He had said, just don't move as a passenger, otherwise it will be dangerous.
Where are we now?
IN SAMNAUN. I WANTED TO GIVE YOU A PLEASURE. YOU CAN GIVE ME HALF THE FUEL BACK WHEN WE GET HOME. Here you can buy duty free, you want to test it for perfume
But I don't have any money.
LEG ICH DIR AUS.
The young lady was forced to buy a large bottle of Ma Dame EDT, despite her objections that she didn't have so much on the high edge (I AM THE LONG STREK EXTRA FOR YOUR DANGERS! Do you want to say now that I did what else???)
But she wore it all the time. It was her scent. Even when times weren't so rosy anymore. Every time he beat her or ravaged the apartment and bent her down in a corner of a room, scared to death. Ma Dame was there to hold her. Even when in Italy he simply left her on the street without any visual aid and she couldn't go anywhere because she didn't see anything and was so ashamed. Or when he once, because she didn't immediately understand a sentence from him, pushed out of anger into a group of drunks they were groping everywhere. Also when one morning the police rang the bell, searched the apartment and then took him away because data carriers with child pornographic material were found. The young lady thought she was losing her mind. But Ma Dame paid attention.
And at some point it was over. If a young lady with poor self-esteem wants to leave a narcissistic and violent man, it takes a lot of preparation and time. But it's all right. -----------
Ma Dame EDT is my scent of the dead brought to life. Or young ladies who've given themselves up from dying. It is as sweet as Classique but a little lighter. For me it actually smells more like orange blossoms than the peel and of course sweet pomegranate syrup. The base is hardly perceptible and there is actually no fragrance course. The Sillage is consistently strong over many hours. A very cheeky and life-affirming fragrance. He lacks the pompousness of Classique. And that also makes him much more bearable for me. I don't know if I'd like him if I just met him now. I like it a little more filigree and subtle now.
In fact, Ma Dame smells like survival to me. After a young lady who is not so weak after all, it seems at first glance. After the confidence of being able to master the difficulties of life, because you have already mastered quite different things. After spring, which comes again even after the longest and saddest winter.
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By the way, my ex-boyfriend contacted me the other day. He wanted to know how I felt and also said that of all his relationships he actually appreciated me the most. I then told him the joke about the paedophile narcissist who goes to his mother and she asks if she still have child photos of him, somehow he then had no desire to talk to me anymore. Well... I think I spray myself Ma Dame on and am happy about my beautiful life and that I have survived.