08/10/2021
Serenissima
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a pink and white domino
The creature in the pink and white domino comes along briskly: in wide soft folds this garment flows around the slender figure; the mysterious beauty has pulled the hood over her head so that only the cleverly made-up face with the black mask over the eyes is visible. Bright, laughing eyes they are! Eye stars!
Fine white powder and a cleverly placed beauty spot form the background for the lips made up in bright pink, which do not seem to stand still for a moment.
This charming stranger chats cheerfully; her bright laugh beads delightfully through the hall.
Who may be the amusing little devil who dances and flirts under the protection of this generous cover as if there were no tomorrow?
So vivid in pink and white also comes "Vent de Folie"; a floral-fruity fragrance creature from the house of Annick Goutal.
Blood oranges and black currants tingle lively loose; but before the whole thing becomes too tart, raspberries join in, which bring their ripeness and sweetness generously.
Infused with sparkling Prosecco, this would make for a refreshing drink that would suit the kind of dancing described above.
Also in harmony with this idea is the delicate beauty of fragrant vetches in pink, white and pale purple and their summery aroma.
They not only adorn any trellis in the cottage garden, beautify any dreary wall; but here also the fragrant serenity of scent, together with finely dabbed summer floral aromas.
A cheerful and light masquerade in fruit and flowers finds its resting point on a spicy-soft camp of cedar and musk.
With this, the light-footed fragrance devil but has also almost shot his powder.
The delicate blooming exuberance, the dancing swirl of midsummer ingredients, which spreads good humor and a smile, is probably the most volatile all Annick Goutal creations.
If we move the carnival to summer, "Vent de Folie" is the dance through the night to Ash Wednesday: at the stroke of midnight, it's all over! Musicians and scent disappear!
What remains is a hint of a charming moment, a little more than a blink of an eye - a fine nothing of fragrance!
That's not a slam: For "Vent de Folie" possesses the magic of a lightly dabbed moment; it embodies the flitting of a dream, the intangible!
It is the approach of a delicate seduction, which unfortunately turns out to be only a charade!
What remains is the memory of a smile and a pink and white domino!
Fine white powder and a cleverly placed beauty spot form the background for the lips made up in bright pink, which do not seem to stand still for a moment.
This charming stranger chats cheerfully; her bright laugh beads delightfully through the hall.
Who may be the amusing little devil who dances and flirts under the protection of this generous cover as if there were no tomorrow?
So vivid in pink and white also comes "Vent de Folie"; a floral-fruity fragrance creature from the house of Annick Goutal.
Blood oranges and black currants tingle lively loose; but before the whole thing becomes too tart, raspberries join in, which bring their ripeness and sweetness generously.
Infused with sparkling Prosecco, this would make for a refreshing drink that would suit the kind of dancing described above.
Also in harmony with this idea is the delicate beauty of fragrant vetches in pink, white and pale purple and their summery aroma.
They not only adorn any trellis in the cottage garden, beautify any dreary wall; but here also the fragrant serenity of scent, together with finely dabbed summer floral aromas.
A cheerful and light masquerade in fruit and flowers finds its resting point on a spicy-soft camp of cedar and musk.
With this, the light-footed fragrance devil but has also almost shot his powder.
The delicate blooming exuberance, the dancing swirl of midsummer ingredients, which spreads good humor and a smile, is probably the most volatile all Annick Goutal creations.
If we move the carnival to summer, "Vent de Folie" is the dance through the night to Ash Wednesday: at the stroke of midnight, it's all over! Musicians and scent disappear!
What remains is a hint of a charming moment, a little more than a blink of an eye - a fine nothing of fragrance!
That's not a slam: For "Vent de Folie" possesses the magic of a lightly dabbed moment; it embodies the flitting of a dream, the intangible!
It is the approach of a delicate seduction, which unfortunately turns out to be only a charade!
What remains is the memory of a smile and a pink and white domino!
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