01/22/2021

Pollita
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Every year, the beginning of spring heralds the most beautiful time of the year for him. When nature awakens and the first green sprouts from the ground, he knows that it won't be long before he can pursue his greatest passion again. He is an engine driver, but it is not until May that the museum railways start running and he is allowed to drive his beloved steam locomotive again. The tourists are sometimes a bit annoying with their cameras and the many small children who also run across the tracks, but during the trips of his museum train everything is so wonderfully quiet, so he is not bothered by it at all.
In the morning, the locomotive is brought into gear. His heater colleague is already on site and they have to keep up. Around noon, the first tourists arrive. But the two gentlemen know what they are doing. The historic train can start on time with all its passengers. In the locomotive it is always hot, stuffy and the air is always drenched in the smoke of the coals. All this fills him with bright joy. Outside, the beautiful, blooming spring landscape rushes past him. The flowers are blooming, the grass is lush and the sun is shining that day. It's as if she's just as excited as he is that the museum train is finally allowed to run again. His locomotive steams and hisses and the kids go wide-eyed as it rolls slowly and comfortably over the historic railroad bridges.
Too quickly, this day also draws to a close. As he says goodbye to his locomotive in the evening, his face is dyed quite black, as are his clothes. His skin and clothes have, as always, absorbed the typical smoky scent of his locomotive that he has grown so fond of over the years. Underneath, you can still detect his classic men's scent that he applied in the morning. In addition, a hint of the iris blossom from nature has settled on his skin. What a glorious day that was, too. Shower? Nope. Why bother? Better to stay like that for a few more hours. And enjoy a nice, warm tea with vanilla to end the day. Until the next museum trip.
I like Black Iris on my husband a lot better than the classic Interlude, because it dims the intense, black-smoky notes a bit. So this results in a very special, but equally harmonious, masculine fragrance that I like.
Many thanks to Chizza for the sample.
In the morning, the locomotive is brought into gear. His heater colleague is already on site and they have to keep up. Around noon, the first tourists arrive. But the two gentlemen know what they are doing. The historic train can start on time with all its passengers. In the locomotive it is always hot, stuffy and the air is always drenched in the smoke of the coals. All this fills him with bright joy. Outside, the beautiful, blooming spring landscape rushes past him. The flowers are blooming, the grass is lush and the sun is shining that day. It's as if she's just as excited as he is that the museum train is finally allowed to run again. His locomotive steams and hisses and the kids go wide-eyed as it rolls slowly and comfortably over the historic railroad bridges.
Too quickly, this day also draws to a close. As he says goodbye to his locomotive in the evening, his face is dyed quite black, as are his clothes. His skin and clothes have, as always, absorbed the typical smoky scent of his locomotive that he has grown so fond of over the years. Underneath, you can still detect his classic men's scent that he applied in the morning. In addition, a hint of the iris blossom from nature has settled on his skin. What a glorious day that was, too. Shower? Nope. Why bother? Better to stay like that for a few more hours. And enjoy a nice, warm tea with vanilla to end the day. Until the next museum trip.
I like Black Iris on my husband a lot better than the classic Interlude, because it dims the intense, black-smoky notes a bit. So this results in a very special, but equally harmonious, masculine fragrance that I like.
Many thanks to Chizza for the sample.
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