05/08/2019

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Flaconesse
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Just turn the day into the night
Today is again one of those unspeakable days, which are characterized by bad mood, due to: getting up earlier than usual, cold grey weather, a spraying accident in the morning. The latter came like this: When I pulled out the small sample atomizer in the morning to fog me in properly, it made it pfffft tortured and out came a fine firm jet that landed on my left blouse collar. That must be an oversight, I thought and repeated the process. Pfft, the next beam at least landed symmetrically on the right blouse collar. That's outrageous! Even worse than jamming and dripping atomizers are actually those that don't live up to their name and bombard you with their contents to such an extent that a wet stain remains on your clothes. That dries again, I thought, but even after the make-up routine was finished 2 clearly visible stains shone from my collar. The perfume has a greasy colour and had left behind the ugly circles. Acidified and sullied I started today's working day and luckily I was finally rewarded:
J'Aime la Nuit starts peary-fresh, quickly becomes sweeter and more floral. It is not possible to smell individual petals at first. The flowers remain velvety and intense without becoming overloaded, overwhelming or even too sweet. In contrast to Tom Ford's Black Orchid, here we quickly encounter a more pleasing orchid that blends in well with the dance of aromas. Jasmine, which is often too indolishly breathtaking, also remains in the line. In order to stick to the metaphor, the flowers turn a few lively rounds until the woods enter the parquet. These give the fragrance its warming character and wrap the cheerfully dancing flowers in the protective black dress of the night. So J'Aime la Nuit never seems overloaded or intrusive, always harmonious, body-hugging, and lays itself like a soothing balm on my mind.
I can imagine that it is not conspicuous enough for one or the other because, as I said, none of the aromas stands out. He also underlines more the subtle eroticism of a burlesque dancer than the sex appeal of a man-eating vamp, but that's exactly what makes him so mature and mysterious.
I must probably change my unloved atomizer, because it was certainly not the last time that I loved the night, even during the day.
J'Aime la Nuit starts peary-fresh, quickly becomes sweeter and more floral. It is not possible to smell individual petals at first. The flowers remain velvety and intense without becoming overloaded, overwhelming or even too sweet. In contrast to Tom Ford's Black Orchid, here we quickly encounter a more pleasing orchid that blends in well with the dance of aromas. Jasmine, which is often too indolishly breathtaking, also remains in the line. In order to stick to the metaphor, the flowers turn a few lively rounds until the woods enter the parquet. These give the fragrance its warming character and wrap the cheerfully dancing flowers in the protective black dress of the night. So J'Aime la Nuit never seems overloaded or intrusive, always harmonious, body-hugging, and lays itself like a soothing balm on my mind.
I can imagine that it is not conspicuous enough for one or the other because, as I said, none of the aromas stands out. He also underlines more the subtle eroticism of a burlesque dancer than the sex appeal of a man-eating vamp, but that's exactly what makes him so mature and mysterious.
I must probably change my unloved atomizer, because it was certainly not the last time that I loved the night, even during the day.
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