Amadea70

Dear Francesca,

you always have ideas. I would like to thank you again. Your wonderful breakfast in the cowshed was really sensational. Harz cheese for breakfast, I know otherwise only from Dad, who loves the yes so.

And how you have decorated everything so beautifully with the flowers - just wonderful. Harzer with honey is really delicious, you should not believe. Just a pity that I have ruined my leather outfit - shit happens. And that you had the Chippendales there - I wouldn't have thought that they also perform in the cowshed - they were delicious boys. I could literally smell the testosterone. And then all those little goats running around. But it's disgusting when you get into their poop. Thank God, I had rubber boots on.

I'm looking forward to your next event, maybe in the circus crown with ner tiger act - I'm there.

Very best regards

Lillifee

Dear little prince,

for a long time you've been traveling the galaxy and I miss you so much. The fox and I are on the clay cade. Oranges, lemons, plums and raspberries are all competing here. You know I'm a delicate little rose - not as strong as the desert roses in neighboring Tauerville. And so just watching takes a lot out of me. Jasmine is here too, she sends her love.

This year, yes, the Tonka Beans are hosting this spectacular festival. The fox thinks they've overdone it,tonka bean this - tonka bean that. I tell you, I like the Guerlinade better - much more peaceful and there was alsonichtsolaut. Even from the star Cassiopea they arrived, I like the golden hats of the white-clad ladies in the ranks.

Here at the Bosporus it is sooo hot, the fox keeps handing me water. We're having a good time, but we miss you a lot. And we worry about you.

I know the snake will bring you to us someday. But until then, enjoy your life.

Feel hugged my love

Your Rose

This card allows you everything, you can always pull it and so is this fragrance. He makes a good mood, smells fresh and lasts incredibly long. A dear perfumer has written today "your soul fragrance". If there is one for me, then he is probably.

352, that's an address in the Rue Saint Honore in Paris - that's where this wonderful creation comes from. And this is what they themselves write about this fragrance and I think aptly describe:

"A gentle burst of Italian lemon rises to a crescendo of orange blossom heart, rounded off with a substantial background of white cedar, guaiac wood and white musk. Fresh and sparkling like a morning walk in the garden of the Tuileries."

I myself think I also perceive a bissi lemongrass, which gives the whole thing a kick. But could also be the combination with the guaiac wood.

The Carte Blanche also get the perfumers, believe the makers of Ex Nihilo. "Do what you want - the main thing is good, it pleases and the quality is right!". I like that and I sign so.

When do I pull this card?

when
- it's getting warm and all other scents would slay me
- outside the rain is falling and I need sunshine in my heart
- the sun is shining and the birds are already chirping in the morning
- i can not decide

Crossover from the kitchen of perfumers - good home cooking interpreted in a modern way. A cologne for me in name only. And thanks to Sylvie Loday, Oliver Royere, Benoit Verdier and the Createur of this beautiful composition - Jacques Huclier.

.....denn today is the very best barbecue weather.

In the morning still quickly snipped nen potato salad, for the Kidis still nen pasta salad and for the Arab part of the family gibts couscous. The meat is pickled, the shrimp are in marinade, baked potatoes wrapped.

Mom is there also vanilla pudding? Nope, we are grilling, there is no pudding! - Boom, boom, boom, boom! Maybe a carrot cake? - No, vanilla pudding is enough! Here, haste 5€, go to the Edeka annen Ostbahnhof, buy some!

Everything stowed in the car! Kids all there? Then let's go, before more have this brilliant idea. Where are we going, zoo? - Yeah, we'll get there just fine. Is this meat halal, Nicole? Yes, I blessed the knife myself before I stabbed the beast! - Is it okay that I drink beer? Don't worry, don't put it out with beer :D Where is the grill? In the trunk, still assembled from last year and clean again. Then throw on, baked potatoes directly into the embers. The drinks in the water.

Mom, we're hungry. When is dinner? When it's ready, ask dad, he's the grill master. Dad, when's dinner? The grill is not hot yet, wait. Take your sisters and go to the water. Make sure they stay on the edge.

Mum, where's the pudding? I don't know, you bought it! It's Mother's Day, I'm off work now - you'll be fine.

*and how smells by the Fireplace - as if you were at the barbecue and your children annoy you with custard - because that is quite typical for barbecue ;)

If you want to drive from Lake Constance to Piedmont, Milan will be in front of you at some point. To get to Alba, you turn right before Milan. Very simple, that's how the guys explained it to us. Of course we didn't check that and drove through the middle of Milan, through the 5-lane roundabouts. I only looked ahead, not backwards or to the right or to the left. Thank God I wasn't driving myself. Gitti brought us well to Alba, we checked in briefly and then went in search of food.

Where do you go when you're a stranger? Where most of the locals squat and dine. So after a short time we sat in a small Pinte, where the Italian mom cooks. First I ordered Carne cruda, we would say veal tartare, seasoned with good olive oil, lemon, salt and pepper - no shish kebab, no stupid Lollo Rosso florets, just the pure meat, flattened on a small plate and served with ciabatta. After that we had gnocchi in taleggio sauce, never eaten so well before, they were all different sizes, but the consistency and taste were unique. Gitti was not so enthusiastic. It's her own fault, if you still want to drink good wine, you don't order pickled cauliflower as antipasti. Wine blissful we fell late into our hotel beds.

The next day, it went through the country, I wanted to buy me yet my beloved La Luna e i Falo, because Asti is not far. After our wine shopping, wine tasting and a visit to the truffle fair, it was then in the evening in a private restaurant. There you knock and it is opened to one and gets a fine meal. It was chic, the waiter in a tailcoat sliced the truffles over my blood pigeon with his gloved hand. Only the blood pigeon was not good, neither roasted, nor was the meat good, too tough and who orders blood pigeon does not want it fried to death, he can just eat a meatball. Disappointed, we left after a few hours and wished we had gone back to the pub after all.

Not everything that is expensive must also be good. And not everything that's good has to be expensive. When I read today that Moresque is a perfume house from Milan, I remembered this story. The fragrance smells good, it smells like myrrh and like frankincense, doesn't last that long on my skin and that's why I was disappointed - like with Blood Dove