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Blind test No. 10
In the course of my participation in the Blindwanderbrief of the dear Kima I have decided for the sample No.10.
With the first spray rises to me a fresh-floral cloud, as it would not be inappropriate for an addition to the laundry of the higher price category. Not in the style of the disparagingly titled "fabric softener fragrances", but so lovely, pure and friendly-cuddly, that I immediately feel good.
Invited to the reception are all known and unknown white bloomers, also, barely perceptible, one thinks to have caught Madame Rose from the corner of the eye. After initial banter, a large lady from Jasmin appears in the foyer, and although the party is still going on a bit, one guest after the other unfortunately quickly takes their leave. That lady in white has in the meantime carefree plopped down on one of the chaise longues and listens self-sufficiently to pianist Igor, even after hours.
The fascinating thing about the fragrance for me is that all the freshness and clean florality gives it enormous youthfulness and innocence, but this comes across as timeless and ageless. From the teenager to the seasoned lady he fits everyone as a fine accessory on the wrists and is her like the famous little black ultimately always a good choice.
My nose wants it that I personally have a soft spot for niche, edgy or even oriental, but my girlfriend with the beautiful hands and soft hair stands this one quite excellent.
With the first spray rises to me a fresh-floral cloud, as it would not be inappropriate for an addition to the laundry of the higher price category. Not in the style of the disparagingly titled "fabric softener fragrances", but so lovely, pure and friendly-cuddly, that I immediately feel good.
Invited to the reception are all known and unknown white bloomers, also, barely perceptible, one thinks to have caught Madame Rose from the corner of the eye. After initial banter, a large lady from Jasmin appears in the foyer, and although the party is still going on a bit, one guest after the other unfortunately quickly takes their leave. That lady in white has in the meantime carefree plopped down on one of the chaise longues and listens self-sufficiently to pianist Igor, even after hours.
The fascinating thing about the fragrance for me is that all the freshness and clean florality gives it enormous youthfulness and innocence, but this comes across as timeless and ageless. From the teenager to the seasoned lady he fits everyone as a fine accessory on the wrists and is her like the famous little black ultimately always a good choice.
My nose wants it that I personally have a soft spot for niche, edgy or even oriental, but my girlfriend with the beautiful hands and soft hair stands this one quite excellent.
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The London Fog
A magnificent mansion, inside the wood-paneled library, old bookshelves house old and new paper. A fresh bouquet of flowers beside the comfortable leather armchair. An elegant woman (or man?) in the finest cashmere has settled down in it, reading intently the politics section of the weekly paper, a smoking cigar in her slender hand. The maid flits in, asks for afternoon tea. Earl Grey and cinnamon biscuits are served. Quickly they leave for London, for a confidential meeting with the Saudi ambassador. Fog outside, hot discussion inside. He sweats, she senses his oud. He threatens to leave, she responds with passionate kiss.
A fragrance as I imagine him on a strong, worldly and sophisticated person.
A fragrance as I imagine him on a strong, worldly and sophisticated person.
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