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Sailing dreams
I am known as a woman who likes sometimes to confuse people by means of the scent she uses.
Kenzo was love at first sniff and after so many decades I am still devoted to his charm and realiability.
Summer it's the season, I am about 28 at friends' house having had a sleepover following a massive party they have thrown the night before. My best friends stayed over as well and we wake up to realization that we have no make-up or scent to dress up with. As we are to have dinner with the hosts, we turn to them for help.
The friends are both men, with distinctly different tastes in scents. They provide Kenzo and Givenchy; I approach the former with my nose and immediately am spellbound. I grab the bottle and generously spray the cologne all over me.
Instantly, I am transported on a boat and am sailing on wild waves. The iodic nature of the waters pervades my nostrils, making me feel euphoric, in a very intoxicating way.
I smell woods here where I am, as if part of this dream boat were constructed with them: they are solid presences, as if the boat was built with them, but in the winds their scent is not overwhelming.
Suddenly a whiff of resin, comforting, gentle. And a faint scent of fruit and violet tickles my nostrils, as if coming up on the deck from the galley. It makes me hungry, my mouth watering at the thought of juicy fruit in the heat that can cook your skull.
So the four of us go eat finally, chosing a nice restaurant with view of the hills. Candles flickering, I am sitting at the table but my body followed the mind and we are both still sailing on that boat.
I am summoned back to mainland to order my steak and in taking the order the waiter comments "...that is an amazing fragrance you are wearing miss".
I smile and reply simply "it's that of sailing dreams".
My friends stare at me as if I am talking utter nonsense; but then they don't know am spellbound, kidnapped and taken on the sea.
I look back at them with an expression which dismissed their confusion over the raising of further questions, so we settle into chit chats on the previous night.
To these days, whenever I smell this cologne I feel as if am transported back to that boat, and boy, wouldn't I stay there forever and ever.....
Kenzo was love at first sniff and after so many decades I am still devoted to his charm and realiability.
Summer it's the season, I am about 28 at friends' house having had a sleepover following a massive party they have thrown the night before. My best friends stayed over as well and we wake up to realization that we have no make-up or scent to dress up with. As we are to have dinner with the hosts, we turn to them for help.
The friends are both men, with distinctly different tastes in scents. They provide Kenzo and Givenchy; I approach the former with my nose and immediately am spellbound. I grab the bottle and generously spray the cologne all over me.
Instantly, I am transported on a boat and am sailing on wild waves. The iodic nature of the waters pervades my nostrils, making me feel euphoric, in a very intoxicating way.
I smell woods here where I am, as if part of this dream boat were constructed with them: they are solid presences, as if the boat was built with them, but in the winds their scent is not overwhelming.
Suddenly a whiff of resin, comforting, gentle. And a faint scent of fruit and violet tickles my nostrils, as if coming up on the deck from the galley. It makes me hungry, my mouth watering at the thought of juicy fruit in the heat that can cook your skull.
So the four of us go eat finally, chosing a nice restaurant with view of the hills. Candles flickering, I am sitting at the table but my body followed the mind and we are both still sailing on that boat.
I am summoned back to mainland to order my steak and in taking the order the waiter comments "...that is an amazing fragrance you are wearing miss".
I smile and reply simply "it's that of sailing dreams".
My friends stare at me as if I am talking utter nonsense; but then they don't know am spellbound, kidnapped and taken on the sea.
I look back at them with an expression which dismissed their confusion over the raising of further questions, so we settle into chit chats on the previous night.
To these days, whenever I smell this cologne I feel as if am transported back to that boat, and boy, wouldn't I stay there forever and ever.....
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