08/12/2018
Nofretete
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Rosen, where have you been?
Argento disappointed from the beginning. Other than promised, there is no view of a citrus grove with radiant white flowers, bright fruits and brimming foliage, just a blurred idea of cardamom, like from a flipped shower gel bottle, pre-2YK. Not vintage, dear friends, unfortunately, so quickly continue into the garden.
Here a mixture of fairly fragrant, softly coloured flowers is emblazoned on the green. But where does this muff come from? From the coriander green (who doesn't know this in Thai soup and fish it out like the proverbial hair)? Or is it the cyclamen? I'm sure the shy lilies of the valley don't. And the roses, where are they?
Nefertiti loves roses, that's why she came here, but first she doesn't see any. She goes looking in the garden. Funny, there was something... Yes, again... Oops, an aquatic ghost! Nefertiti is not afraid, but with the water spirits she almost always takes to her heels, immediately. At the exit a simple wooden gate like from the hardware store, through and outside. No roses today.
Nefertiti reflects: actually it was quite nice here, but nothing more. No, there was something else, a fuzzy firey haze, quite secretly now and then, brownbagging thus. If already high percent for the throat, then she likes single malt from the Scottish islands - she thinks the sea is okay there.
Conclusion: Since I trust the noses and judgments of Cappellusman and Joe, I suspect that this fragrance, so beautifully described by the two years ago, is a poor reformulation victim in 2018. I therefore recommend picking your bouquet somewhere else if you are approaching a cavalier or caballera of roses.
Here a mixture of fairly fragrant, softly coloured flowers is emblazoned on the green. But where does this muff come from? From the coriander green (who doesn't know this in Thai soup and fish it out like the proverbial hair)? Or is it the cyclamen? I'm sure the shy lilies of the valley don't. And the roses, where are they?
Nefertiti loves roses, that's why she came here, but first she doesn't see any. She goes looking in the garden. Funny, there was something... Yes, again... Oops, an aquatic ghost! Nefertiti is not afraid, but with the water spirits she almost always takes to her heels, immediately. At the exit a simple wooden gate like from the hardware store, through and outside. No roses today.
Nefertiti reflects: actually it was quite nice here, but nothing more. No, there was something else, a fuzzy firey haze, quite secretly now and then, brownbagging thus. If already high percent for the throat, then she likes single malt from the Scottish islands - she thinks the sea is okay there.
Conclusion: Since I trust the noses and judgments of Cappellusman and Joe, I suspect that this fragrance, so beautifully described by the two years ago, is a poor reformulation victim in 2018. I therefore recommend picking your bouquet somewhere else if you are approaching a cavalier or caballera of roses.
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