09/22/2021

Profuma
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Profuma
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Scented Paradise
In the office, the phone was ringing off the hook every minute, and within seconds I was answering customer questions, forwarding calls or opening dossiers. Somehow the superiors managed to squeeze in with their requests and make the mountain of work grow even more.
The work colleague at the neighboring table was once again the PC out and judging by her big, pleading eyes, I should throw there also briefly an eye on it, because's with the ticket for the service in this giant company experience simply takes too long.
Oh yes and as if all this were not enough, came still the message to the minutes at today's board meeting, because the colleague is sick and that 1 hour before closing time!
Where is a cloning machine when you need one or the thing to stand in before asking for "Scotty, beam,"?
I know there are two hearts beating in my chest, but that doesn't make me work for two either!
So after a long day I go to sleep completely flattened.
At some point, I wake up. I hear birds chirping. Everything is still dark around me, but I get up anyway and want to get to the bottom of the bird calls.
"Tomorrow it can't be yet," I think, have finally just laid down. But in the early morning hours there is a lively confusion of chattering voices of various bird species in our neighborhood, through which forest and a stream runs. A dense and sometimes loud carpet of sound, which gradually becomes quieter with the full awakening of the day and, except for individual sounds, finally slowly fades away.
I take a few steps and it gets brighter. Then white mist. Am I awake or dreaming?
Without thinking about what might be lurking in the fog, I step through it and into bright light. Not glaring, but bright enough that I can't make out anything else yet. Almost simultaneously, a fragrant haze of fruity notes reaches me. I think I sniff something slightly citrusy, but also a darker accord as a counterpoint to the first bright impression, perhaps blackberry?
Then, with the next step, the next note blows me away. Floral. An unmistakable tagetes, which mingles with the first fragrance impressions and that absolutely harmoniously. I walk on, the bird calls becoming increasingly louder and room-filling. The light is now becoming more pleasant and softer on the eyes.
Where am I?
I look around me and spot jasmine bushes with white flowers lining my path, all cut into balls. They almost look like large snow globes. Between each of them is a bunch of daffodils. The scent they both give off is very thick and absolutely overpowering, almost narcotic. Still the first scents are also in the air and everything blends into a single flowing veil that seems to cloud my senses, because what I now get to see, I can hardly believe.
In the now wholly flattering and warm light I recognize some formations. Velvet seeming, soft and alluring. I head towards them, drunk on the wafts of fragrance. They are rose bushes, but with blossoms of the finest pale suede! They are absolutely masterfully crafted, as if they were the delicate petals one would usually expect. And just look at the scent!
I just have to touch them and bring them to my nose.
With each discovery I make, they all seem to reunite and grow, taking scent perception to new levels. Just when I think the highest impression has been reached, the next one comes along. For example, a kind of cotton wool on a tree waits up, which smells like musk and as the next increase oversized incense sticks, which exude incense.
My senses now take their leave entirely and I have to lie down. I sink blissfully into the soft ground, deeper and deeper, until I literally sink into it.
It all feels so "right", so boundlessly peaceful, comfortable, cozy and warm.
The warmth literally vibrates.
If I were a kitten, I'd be purring right now.
Warm? Vibrate? Purr?
I cautiously open my eyes.
I'm lying on my back, my cat on my chest. She purrs contentedly, her fur vibrating slightly away as she looks into my puzzled eyes with a cuddly look.
Was that just a dream earlier?
Where did that incredible scentland go?
I haven't even finished exploring yet and I want to go back right now!
Later in the bathroom and to crown the daily care and as the icing on the cake of my outfit, I reach for the perfume, which formally pushes itself into my hand.
I slowly press the spray head!
Zzz...sss...ccc...hhh...!
First everything is dark, then I see fog and then bright light.
Where am I?
I open my eyes.
I'm in the here and now, but my senses back in scentland from my dream.
Almost floating, I walk out of the house and to the bus.
When everyday life grabs me all too greedily again today, I simply disengage and disappear briefly into fragrance paradise.
Note: Parfum de Peau by Montana is for my nose like a shape-shifter for past and present. It has style and class, elegance and sensuality that can appeal to many ages and certainly smells enticingly good on certain gentlemen as well.
PdP carries a touch of classicism in itself, which comes with a certain attitude and (life) experience even better to the fore.
If you dose it sparingly, the individual notes come through better instead of smothering each other. He is also quietly still a very dense fragrance fabric, which indeed radiates warmth and security.
All seasons/temperatures should probably like it, if it doesn't impose itself on the warmer among them.
I find that he is one of the few fragrances that at all times skillfully manages the balancing act between retro and modern.
Parfum de Peau by Montana - my fragrance paradise...!
The work colleague at the neighboring table was once again the PC out and judging by her big, pleading eyes, I should throw there also briefly an eye on it, because's with the ticket for the service in this giant company experience simply takes too long.
Oh yes and as if all this were not enough, came still the message to the minutes at today's board meeting, because the colleague is sick and that 1 hour before closing time!
Where is a cloning machine when you need one or the thing to stand in before asking for "Scotty, beam,"?
I know there are two hearts beating in my chest, but that doesn't make me work for two either!
So after a long day I go to sleep completely flattened.
At some point, I wake up. I hear birds chirping. Everything is still dark around me, but I get up anyway and want to get to the bottom of the bird calls.
"Tomorrow it can't be yet," I think, have finally just laid down. But in the early morning hours there is a lively confusion of chattering voices of various bird species in our neighborhood, through which forest and a stream runs. A dense and sometimes loud carpet of sound, which gradually becomes quieter with the full awakening of the day and, except for individual sounds, finally slowly fades away.
I take a few steps and it gets brighter. Then white mist. Am I awake or dreaming?
Without thinking about what might be lurking in the fog, I step through it and into bright light. Not glaring, but bright enough that I can't make out anything else yet. Almost simultaneously, a fragrant haze of fruity notes reaches me. I think I sniff something slightly citrusy, but also a darker accord as a counterpoint to the first bright impression, perhaps blackberry?
Then, with the next step, the next note blows me away. Floral. An unmistakable tagetes, which mingles with the first fragrance impressions and that absolutely harmoniously. I walk on, the bird calls becoming increasingly louder and room-filling. The light is now becoming more pleasant and softer on the eyes.
Where am I?
I look around me and spot jasmine bushes with white flowers lining my path, all cut into balls. They almost look like large snow globes. Between each of them is a bunch of daffodils. The scent they both give off is very thick and absolutely overpowering, almost narcotic. Still the first scents are also in the air and everything blends into a single flowing veil that seems to cloud my senses, because what I now get to see, I can hardly believe.
In the now wholly flattering and warm light I recognize some formations. Velvet seeming, soft and alluring. I head towards them, drunk on the wafts of fragrance. They are rose bushes, but with blossoms of the finest pale suede! They are absolutely masterfully crafted, as if they were the delicate petals one would usually expect. And just look at the scent!
I just have to touch them and bring them to my nose.
With each discovery I make, they all seem to reunite and grow, taking scent perception to new levels. Just when I think the highest impression has been reached, the next one comes along. For example, a kind of cotton wool on a tree waits up, which smells like musk and as the next increase oversized incense sticks, which exude incense.
My senses now take their leave entirely and I have to lie down. I sink blissfully into the soft ground, deeper and deeper, until I literally sink into it.
It all feels so "right", so boundlessly peaceful, comfortable, cozy and warm.
The warmth literally vibrates.
If I were a kitten, I'd be purring right now.
Warm? Vibrate? Purr?
I cautiously open my eyes.
I'm lying on my back, my cat on my chest. She purrs contentedly, her fur vibrating slightly away as she looks into my puzzled eyes with a cuddly look.
Was that just a dream earlier?
Where did that incredible scentland go?
I haven't even finished exploring yet and I want to go back right now!
Later in the bathroom and to crown the daily care and as the icing on the cake of my outfit, I reach for the perfume, which formally pushes itself into my hand.
I slowly press the spray head!
Zzz...sss...ccc...hhh...!
First everything is dark, then I see fog and then bright light.
Where am I?
I open my eyes.
I'm in the here and now, but my senses back in scentland from my dream.
Almost floating, I walk out of the house and to the bus.
When everyday life grabs me all too greedily again today, I simply disengage and disappear briefly into fragrance paradise.
Note: Parfum de Peau by Montana is for my nose like a shape-shifter for past and present. It has style and class, elegance and sensuality that can appeal to many ages and certainly smells enticingly good on certain gentlemen as well.
PdP carries a touch of classicism in itself, which comes with a certain attitude and (life) experience even better to the fore.
If you dose it sparingly, the individual notes come through better instead of smothering each other. He is also quietly still a very dense fragrance fabric, which indeed radiates warmth and security.
All seasons/temperatures should probably like it, if it doesn't impose itself on the warmer among them.
I find that he is one of the few fragrances that at all times skillfully manages the balancing act between retro and modern.
Parfum de Peau by Montana - my fragrance paradise...!
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