Bergamot
Cinnamon
Leather
Rum absolute
Sandalwood
Tobacco
08/20/2025
Berkanlenck
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Italian nights on the skin
It was one of those evenings when the city seemed to glow in the warm glow of the lanterns when I applied Negroni Nights for the first time. I remember it clearly: I'd had a long day at work, my thoughts were still a little jumbled, and yet I wanted to enjoy the evening in peace. A spritz on my wrists and the unmistakable blend of bergamot and tobacco leaf immediately hit my nose. It was as if the air itself had changed, suddenly the apartment smelled of Italian elegance, of a stylish café on the piazza where the world seemed to slow down.
Afterwards, it was a gentle wake-up call: fresh, sparkling, but not overpowering. I could clearly feel the bergamot, its citrus freshness reminiscent of a cool summer night blowing in through open windows. But underneath was something warmer, earthier - the tobacco leaf, slightly smoky, almost mysterious. I smiled because I had the feeling that the fragrance gave me a kind of second personality: self-confident, elegant, but with a certain depth that you couldn't immediately see through.
As I strolled through the streets later, the cinnamon and rum absolute began to unfold: its magic - warm, sweet, spicy, like a glass of perfectly mixed cocktail in a bar that only insiders know about. Every breath made me feel relaxed, but at the same time more alert. It was as if the scent was telling the stories of Italian nights gone by: Candlelit conversations, the laughter of friends, the soft clink of glasses on polished tables.
The next notes of sandalwood and leather came later, subtle yet present. They lent the entire composition a depth that was not immediately noticeable, but which you could feel as soon as you paused. It was like the ground under your feet that held the lightness of the top notes and the spiciness of the heart together. The fragrance clung to my skin, soft and long-lasting, and accompanied me throughout the evening without ever being overpowering.
At the end of the evening, when I took off my jacket and left the city behind me, Negroni Nights remained on my skin, a warm, sensual memory that lingered long after I left the house. It wasn't just a perfume; it was a feeling, a moment, a little story in a bottle. Every time I think about it, I have the image of an Italian evening in my mind's eye: stylish, lively, mysterious - and always a little magical.
Afterwards, it was a gentle wake-up call: fresh, sparkling, but not overpowering. I could clearly feel the bergamot, its citrus freshness reminiscent of a cool summer night blowing in through open windows. But underneath was something warmer, earthier - the tobacco leaf, slightly smoky, almost mysterious. I smiled because I had the feeling that the fragrance gave me a kind of second personality: self-confident, elegant, but with a certain depth that you couldn't immediately see through.
As I strolled through the streets later, the cinnamon and rum absolute began to unfold: its magic - warm, sweet, spicy, like a glass of perfectly mixed cocktail in a bar that only insiders know about. Every breath made me feel relaxed, but at the same time more alert. It was as if the scent was telling the stories of Italian nights gone by: Candlelit conversations, the laughter of friends, the soft clink of glasses on polished tables.
The next notes of sandalwood and leather came later, subtle yet present. They lent the entire composition a depth that was not immediately noticeable, but which you could feel as soon as you paused. It was like the ground under your feet that held the lightness of the top notes and the spiciness of the heart together. The fragrance clung to my skin, soft and long-lasting, and accompanied me throughout the evening without ever being overpowering.
At the end of the evening, when I took off my jacket and left the city behind me, Negroni Nights remained on my skin, a warm, sensual memory that lingered long after I left the house. It wasn't just a perfume; it was a feeling, a moment, a little story in a bottle. Every time I think about it, I have the image of an Italian evening in my mind's eye: stylish, lively, mysterious - and always a little magical.
