Katerchen
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Katerchen
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Welcome, pale yellow elf.
A few hours ago I sprayed "Casamorati - Fiore d'Ulivo (Eau de Parfum) | XerJoff"
on my left hand at Manufactum in the past perfect tense and have been longing for you ever since. Beautifully perfect
Google told me it was you, or was it the other one?
For weeks, my olfactory memory keeps wandering back to the pale yellow beauty, mentally puzzling together the components, the memory threatening to fade.
Today you have moved into my fragrance realm.
30 ml of delicate perfection.
Are you spicy? Yes!
Are you citrusy? Yes!
Are you sweet? Somehow yes!
Are you noble? And how!
Yes, soap and cleanliness is my association, but without that annoying chemical fresh laundry cotton vibe that I find so annoyingly boring.
What are you?
Something between perfect cleanliness and dreamy Mediterranean fantasy.
Olive trees can even grow and spread again after a lightning strike, and it is precisely this gentle strength that I admire in you. I had your scent in my nose so often during my vacations in Umbria and Lazio, you let me walk through the Daniel Spörri Park in Tuscany, let me breathe in and out and recharge my batteries with energy and freshness.
Thank you for being with me now, precious pastel yellow elf.
on my left hand at Manufactum in the past perfect tense and have been longing for you ever since. Beautifully perfect
Google told me it was you, or was it the other one?
For weeks, my olfactory memory keeps wandering back to the pale yellow beauty, mentally puzzling together the components, the memory threatening to fade.
Today you have moved into my fragrance realm.
30 ml of delicate perfection.
Are you spicy? Yes!
Are you citrusy? Yes!
Are you sweet? Somehow yes!
Are you noble? And how!
Yes, soap and cleanliness is my association, but without that annoying chemical fresh laundry cotton vibe that I find so annoyingly boring.
What are you?
Something between perfect cleanliness and dreamy Mediterranean fantasy.
Olive trees can even grow and spread again after a lightning strike, and it is precisely this gentle strength that I admire in you. I had your scent in my nose so often during my vacations in Umbria and Lazio, you let me walk through the Daniel Spörri Park in Tuscany, let me breathe in and out and recharge my batteries with energy and freshness.
Thank you for being with me now, precious pastel yellow elf.
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