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02/08/2019
Minigolf
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Minigolf
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From outside to inside and from inside to outside
This fragrance is turning my nose upside down again. The fine hairs inside weighed like a cornfield in the breeze when the first scent molecule hits the receptors. And there are a lot of both of them
There I have again all reason to get to the bottom of the "fragrance thing".
The fragrance has several "layers". The first has already begun the promising oakmoss subtly suspended in the air, freshly wrapped in green and slightly minty citrus notes.
The second one takes a while, but it's very exciting. Sometimes closer, sometimes further away, herbs and spices are pervading the bright green. Like sunrays through spring treetops.
And paints shimmering patterns on still autumn leaf-covered forest floor.
Wood smells of spicy, coniferous aromas, fine bitter and slightly balsamic. "That's all?" (Although already much enough...), I think, because this smell condition lasts long, long, long.
But, first barely noticeable, then very powerful, a warm breeze of scent appears, even more balsamic, with a light sweetness, the amber should be. And under there, or is it over there? ... I don't know exactly how to say...a wonderfully soft, tiny-dark green, iridescent oak moss emerges, as I have seldom smelled it. And if so, then only in fragrances that were launched before the 2000s. But often not as successful and clear as with "Marbert Homme" of the first generation.
It literally pulls me outside, into the "real outside", to go inside, to let the scent work on me, and to pass on to the outside what I have experienced through him...
The fragrance has several "layers". The first has already begun the promising oakmoss subtly suspended in the air, freshly wrapped in green and slightly minty citrus notes.
The second one takes a while, but it's very exciting. Sometimes closer, sometimes further away, herbs and spices are pervading the bright green. Like sunrays through spring treetops.
And paints shimmering patterns on still autumn leaf-covered forest floor.
Wood smells of spicy, coniferous aromas, fine bitter and slightly balsamic. "That's all?" (Although already much enough...), I think, because this smell condition lasts long, long, long.
But, first barely noticeable, then very powerful, a warm breeze of scent appears, even more balsamic, with a light sweetness, the amber should be. And under there, or is it over there? ... I don't know exactly how to say...a wonderfully soft, tiny-dark green, iridescent oak moss emerges, as I have seldom smelled it. And if so, then only in fragrances that were launched before the 2000s. But often not as successful and clear as with "Marbert Homme" of the first generation.
It literally pulls me outside, into the "real outside", to go inside, to let the scent work on me, and to pass on to the outside what I have experienced through him...
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