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09/30/2020
Oceansprince
7 Reviews
Oceansprince
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Black and fresh
This perfume reminds me a nice shaving foam that i use when i was younger. But for sure it has more fresh mood.
This is the moment that a smell take you from the one side of the earth to the other..
Hit you hard to the images of the past, blocking your breath from the curiosity of lost youth...
And that’s it...it gone
Its like when you open the car window at the middle of a forest road...
Its morning, the sun is still not high and you hear a classic Bach sad music..
The first air coming from window and touch your face...
So fresh...
So natural...
The nostalgic orchestra sounds catch your memories and throw you at once to the deepest black cloud before the rain..
The rain take you , carrying you thousands drops and split you in so many small pieces
Like a glowing fog, you fall upon the highest trees....
Touching some exotic bursts...
The dew start to fade away..
Kissing fresh cut wet guaiac woods...entering your nails inside..
Later, the darkness cover all the sweetness and as you try to pass the mountain , you just follow your instinct and the smell of the woods...
Where is the end of this dream?
Its so close to you and comes fast, like a very small dream that make you love all the colors of darkness...
A black castle appears
You want to find the entrance, suddenly you fall in love.. but the castle start to melt.. the earth absorb it ..
Wide open the ancient soil emerges some mystery aroma , make your eyes drunk....
Lay down for sleep on a cold soft breeze , you feel on your face some mint and spicy leaves trying to wake you up..
It was a dream and its gone so fast.
Im still in the car...no music
The window still open...but i keep searching for that smell and is not here anymore...
So fast...so slow
This is the moment that a smell take you from the one side of the earth to the other..
Hit you hard to the images of the past, blocking your breath from the curiosity of lost youth...
And that’s it...it gone
Its like when you open the car window at the middle of a forest road...
Its morning, the sun is still not high and you hear a classic Bach sad music..
The first air coming from window and touch your face...
So fresh...
So natural...
The nostalgic orchestra sounds catch your memories and throw you at once to the deepest black cloud before the rain..
The rain take you , carrying you thousands drops and split you in so many small pieces
Like a glowing fog, you fall upon the highest trees....
Touching some exotic bursts...
The dew start to fade away..
Kissing fresh cut wet guaiac woods...entering your nails inside..
Later, the darkness cover all the sweetness and as you try to pass the mountain , you just follow your instinct and the smell of the woods...
Where is the end of this dream?
Its so close to you and comes fast, like a very small dream that make you love all the colors of darkness...
A black castle appears
You want to find the entrance, suddenly you fall in love.. but the castle start to melt.. the earth absorb it ..
Wide open the ancient soil emerges some mystery aroma , make your eyes drunk....
Lay down for sleep on a cold soft breeze , you feel on your face some mint and spicy leaves trying to wake you up..
It was a dream and its gone so fast.
Im still in the car...no music
The window still open...but i keep searching for that smell and is not here anymore...
So fast...so slow
