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Abyss
Take my hand, Mermaid. Holds them firmly. Pull me deeper, ever deeper down.
Bring me there from where you came. Ring me where the darkness sleeps and the silence screams. Take me to the Abyss of the Deep Sea. From the surface of the stormy oceans, the furious and roaring of the sea scourge, deep down to your sisters in your kingdom.
Long and dark is the way there, but you're with me when it's getting darker and darker around us. Your salty-white eyes look at me so longingly.
Let us rest on a bed of sea-grass and anemones, which rouse and caress us. Your skin so cold and soft on my, still pulsing in life before it goes out by your hand.
Keep me alive, kiss me with your spicy-green lips. Meerschaum connects our lips forever and forever, so shall it be. Your long hair surrounds us in the game for life and death. Creamy-soft, it's like a jellyfish. Like sweet nettles, they stroke my weak body. I do not want to go yet Mermaid, you're so beautiful, but I have to.
Quick and deadly as the shark comes my death. Carry me a little bit, and pray to rest in the dark Abyss of Silence. Do not cry for me, Mermaid. Do not tear the tears that are blacker than the ink of the octopus. You're doing it, I can still see it. The sea is dark around you and around my soul. Protect me with your iridescent fishtail, and pray to rest where there was no living thing yet. Drop me at the bottom of the Abyss of Peace.
Conclusion
Dark and gloomy calls the sea. Aquatic, salty, spicy, flowery and tempting sweet-animalic calls the Abyss. A beach walk of the completely different kind. Something I have never smelled before. A gothic-dark sea of ??melancholy and salty tears. A heartbreaking deep-sea stream that draws you down to mermaids and fables.
Incredibly profound and romantic. Animalic as the sea in a storm.
Shelf life: 12.hours. He bites like a shark.
Sillage: Powerful. It is like a current in the water. Dangerous.
Sex: unisex. Mermaids and sea-urchins have no sex.
Sea Angel with this scent, even the air left me. Fantastic!
Bring me there from where you came. Ring me where the darkness sleeps and the silence screams. Take me to the Abyss of the Deep Sea. From the surface of the stormy oceans, the furious and roaring of the sea scourge, deep down to your sisters in your kingdom.
Long and dark is the way there, but you're with me when it's getting darker and darker around us. Your salty-white eyes look at me so longingly.
Let us rest on a bed of sea-grass and anemones, which rouse and caress us. Your skin so cold and soft on my, still pulsing in life before it goes out by your hand.
Keep me alive, kiss me with your spicy-green lips. Meerschaum connects our lips forever and forever, so shall it be. Your long hair surrounds us in the game for life and death. Creamy-soft, it's like a jellyfish. Like sweet nettles, they stroke my weak body. I do not want to go yet Mermaid, you're so beautiful, but I have to.
Quick and deadly as the shark comes my death. Carry me a little bit, and pray to rest in the dark Abyss of Silence. Do not cry for me, Mermaid. Do not tear the tears that are blacker than the ink of the octopus. You're doing it, I can still see it. The sea is dark around you and around my soul. Protect me with your iridescent fishtail, and pray to rest where there was no living thing yet. Drop me at the bottom of the Abyss of Peace.
Conclusion
Dark and gloomy calls the sea. Aquatic, salty, spicy, flowery and tempting sweet-animalic calls the Abyss. A beach walk of the completely different kind. Something I have never smelled before. A gothic-dark sea of ??melancholy and salty tears. A heartbreaking deep-sea stream that draws you down to mermaids and fables.
Incredibly profound and romantic. Animalic as the sea in a storm.
Shelf life: 12.hours. He bites like a shark.
Sillage: Powerful. It is like a current in the water. Dangerous.
Sex: unisex. Mermaids and sea-urchins have no sex.
Sea Angel with this scent, even the air left me. Fantastic!
The Stalker
Every week you come to this old, refined and fine restaurant. Always at the same time.
Alone. Do you think this is not quite true? I can see you, I know all about you
I've been watching you for a long time, and you have not even noticed it. Or is it?
How good you look again. The black dress with leather gloves, too free.
You always come for a glass of noble red wine and for your hot-beloved dessert.
Flambéed blackberries, were they, did not they? A bite, a sip in the order.
And always this scribbling at the table with your beautiful filler, which you got from your father. I could read the engraving when I visited you at home. You should be more careful. You can open your door easily. You were unfortunately not there. But still the letters that smelled of ink. And you still write this man. I've read it all, all! You never send her off, that's better, he did not deserve you. But I, and I'll get you. Certainly!
When I lay alone on your bed and all the letters around me, which had already smelled spicy and woody after old paper, I lit the candles which are on your bedside. They enveloped your room in a waxy soft light. Oh God! How beautifully your sheet smelt.
I even had to take off my mask. You should not see her, she'd just scare you. The black thing. This smell on your pillow. So only you can smell.
After powder and spicy-herbs skin. Oh, your beautiful and delicate skin. I'll touch them soon, very soon! In a few minutes you will leave the restaurant. And you will cry again, as always. It has what animal your sadness, but you are not alone my beautiful treasure.
I'm always with you, never forget my love. I would find you everywhere. Your smell will always betray you, the smell of your skin.
Conclusion
Mortal Skin is a film, a gloomy-erotic film about fantasy and reality.
A scent of drama and eroticism that is difficult to fathom. Mysterious and obscure.
A shadow of the one follows and which is never quite there, but also never completely away.
Smoky, sensual and mysteriously attractive.
Shelf life: 8 to 10 hours.
Sillage: Creeping would be best.
Sex: unisex. Victims or perpetrators, this is the question again.
A scent of even a little worried me.
Alone. Do you think this is not quite true? I can see you, I know all about you
I've been watching you for a long time, and you have not even noticed it. Or is it?
How good you look again. The black dress with leather gloves, too free.
You always come for a glass of noble red wine and for your hot-beloved dessert.
Flambéed blackberries, were they, did not they? A bite, a sip in the order.
And always this scribbling at the table with your beautiful filler, which you got from your father. I could read the engraving when I visited you at home. You should be more careful. You can open your door easily. You were unfortunately not there. But still the letters that smelled of ink. And you still write this man. I've read it all, all! You never send her off, that's better, he did not deserve you. But I, and I'll get you. Certainly!
When I lay alone on your bed and all the letters around me, which had already smelled spicy and woody after old paper, I lit the candles which are on your bedside. They enveloped your room in a waxy soft light. Oh God! How beautifully your sheet smelt.
I even had to take off my mask. You should not see her, she'd just scare you. The black thing. This smell on your pillow. So only you can smell.
After powder and spicy-herbs skin. Oh, your beautiful and delicate skin. I'll touch them soon, very soon! In a few minutes you will leave the restaurant. And you will cry again, as always. It has what animal your sadness, but you are not alone my beautiful treasure.
I'm always with you, never forget my love. I would find you everywhere. Your smell will always betray you, the smell of your skin.
Conclusion
Mortal Skin is a film, a gloomy-erotic film about fantasy and reality.
A scent of drama and eroticism that is difficult to fathom. Mysterious and obscure.
A shadow of the one follows and which is never quite there, but also never completely away.
Smoky, sensual and mysteriously attractive.
Shelf life: 8 to 10 hours.
Sillage: Creeping would be best.
Sex: unisex. Victims or perpetrators, this is the question again.
A scent of even a little worried me.
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