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Hello, beautiful... where are you going?
I have an appointment today.
Tom has been my trusted man for 20 years.
Tom is a dentist.
And I like to go to Tom.
So I walk up the stairs to the dentist's office.
Already here it meets me, this special smell. A little taste at least.
Oh, I may go right through and take a seat.
Take a deep breath.
Take a deep sniff of my wrist.
Indeed. Similarity. I knew it.
Somehow not so tangible, more like a feeling.
There's the cotton candy I'm still quickly snacking on in the dentist's chair.
But kind of dry. Does that make sense?
But there's also the hairspray, the smell of which gets mixed in.
Actually only noticeable at that moment, when the hair moves.
Kind of metallic? Yes.
The other one is what, saffron?
I read that, I know it, but I don't know what it smells like. But I like it.
What I actually detect is jasmine and the spicy of cedar.
My girlfriend doesn't smell that at all.
My husband is thinking hospital. But one in Hawaii, where he stepped badly in the shell. He doesn't like that.
So what kind of mix?! Great!
And for me, it's memories.
If I was panicking about the dentist, I'd probably have a piece of trauma in my hand with that bottle.
Then we have the other thing, the often praised durability.
I smell him unfortunately not longer than 5 minutes.
I notice it when I spray it on.
Strong. Not acrid but in the direction.
Appears with the movement.
At the very specific smell.
And then, disappears.
Remains only a hunch.
With the others, however, he arrives.
I receive both compliments and the typical questions.
And actually often and even after 10 hours.
So his reputation is well deserved and rightly so!
So it remains for me to say, I love Baccarat.
This being different.
For I feel him to be different.
I perceive him as weird - but positively weird.
Rather a touch more feminine to me.
Have him but also unfortunately never been allowed to smell a man.
This mixture of curiosity and inspiration.
Only, she just doesn't like to stay with me.
Am I sad about that? Oh, well.
Some things are just the way they are.
Now what? ...let's see what the Extrait so can.