Weekend, the sun promises pure summer, out of the shower and my favorite clothes in sight, and the joy of an extended breakfast. But now... Tuscany per Uomo. A few generous spritzes of Tuscany per Uomo on the left and right of my neck and in the nape.
A hint of Mediterranean feeling sets in. A pleasant sensation, citrusy, spicy, and woody, that lasts almost all day long.
A perfect day. Un giorno perfetto.
I had her scent in my nose all day. At the Ponte Vecchio and in all the museums of the city.
Now, in the evening, it has matured to perfection on her sun-warmed skin. She slipped a bill under the espresso cup, jumped up, and shouted, "Let's go swimming!" "How? Where? In the middle of Florence?" "Seguimi, seguimi!"
A fantastic scent! ~ (also) for women!
Now, in the evening, it has matured to perfection on her sun-warmed skin. She slipped a bill under the espresso cup, jumped up, and shouted, "Let's go swimming!" "How? Where? In the middle of Florence?" "Seguimi, seguimi!"
A fantastic scent! ~ (also) for women!