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Japanese shiso
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Indian jasmine sambac
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Indonesian patchouli
01/11/2019
pudelbonzo
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Since my jewellery is perdu by criminal hand, I have in this regard really Nachkaufbedarf.
Even my husband admits that and willingly accompanies me to the jewellery department near Karstadt.
Yes, there must be a cross - and also my sign of the zodiac.
That's a good way to start.
But then I have to go to Berdoues Corner.
The husband sighs.
But a fright drives through my limbs, because the numerous colorful flacons have disappeared !
To browse and test there had become my dear habit for weeks.
Oh, I've been hesitating to buy too long - that's what I get.
If I'm ever reasonable!
The husband takes a deep breath and spurts down the shelves in a sporty way.
I don't think he likes my bitter appointments at all.
Then I see his hand shine - and indeed he has discovered the new stay of the pretty flacons.
Relieved, I plunge into the sea of bottles, test some unknown things - some of which I, sighing, like again - but, according to Hamlet, I no longer want to ameliorate the innate colour of the resolution with paleness.
The husband is also open-minded, and sniffs along.
Our noses swing from this to that - and get stuck again and again on the fragrant pink cherry blossoms.
Sweet cherries still hang on the branches - connected with minty Shiso.
A delightful sweet - cool combination.
A hint of warmth and some depth is experienced by the transparent fragrance through discreet patch - but retains its fragile message.
The husband nods to me.
Feminine with an Asian touch - so his expertise opinion.
I don't disagree - although I might like Yoshino also in a sensitive gentleman.
In any case, the cherry blossoms had to be with me and, despite their tenderness, they have now bloomed on my skin for a surprisingly long time.
Even my husband admits that and willingly accompanies me to the jewellery department near Karstadt.
Yes, there must be a cross - and also my sign of the zodiac.
That's a good way to start.
But then I have to go to Berdoues Corner.
The husband sighs.
But a fright drives through my limbs, because the numerous colorful flacons have disappeared !
To browse and test there had become my dear habit for weeks.
Oh, I've been hesitating to buy too long - that's what I get.
If I'm ever reasonable!
The husband takes a deep breath and spurts down the shelves in a sporty way.
I don't think he likes my bitter appointments at all.
Then I see his hand shine - and indeed he has discovered the new stay of the pretty flacons.
Relieved, I plunge into the sea of bottles, test some unknown things - some of which I, sighing, like again - but, according to Hamlet, I no longer want to ameliorate the innate colour of the resolution with paleness.
The husband is also open-minded, and sniffs along.
Our noses swing from this to that - and get stuck again and again on the fragrant pink cherry blossoms.
Sweet cherries still hang on the branches - connected with minty Shiso.
A delightful sweet - cool combination.
A hint of warmth and some depth is experienced by the transparent fragrance through discreet patch - but retains its fragile message.
The husband nods to me.
Feminine with an Asian touch - so his expertise opinion.
I don't disagree - although I might like Yoshino also in a sensitive gentleman.
In any case, the cherry blossoms had to be with me and, despite their tenderness, they have now bloomed on my skin for a surprisingly long time.
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