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Bergamot
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Ink
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White musk
Vanilla
12/24/2024
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Design disaster with fascinating content
Well! Not exactly a bottle for the display case! The bottles of this house are nothing less than creative impertinence. What are they supposed to be? Figures from some dull seventies board game?! After all, as a miniature, at least this dark blue bottle is reminiscent of an inkwell and, shall I say something, ink is d r i n . That's not just where it's listed! Nope, nope!
Regardless of the fact that I hadn't googled the ingredients for a long time, regardless of the fact that I didn't even think of "inkwell" by association when I saw the blue bottle (but only thought, 'Oh, what a ugly bottle'), I immediately (!) smelled the first ink in the store.
The 'first' ink?! Yes! - The crazy thing about this stuff is that you get to know ink from several sides, that there is actually a real gradient in it: first classic ink, then sweet ink, and finally - creamy ink. It's amazing! What it can do.
Really, that was new to me. That ink can also be sweet, or even creamy...! What, now. Sounds disgusting! But not at all. The Messager is portable, beautiful and entertaining. The best thing: you can't just smell the ink..... It is the perfume. - The fact that she takes the said course is like, say, a rapper or a writer getting the lead role in a movie, and then doing the stunts herself, and, what do I know - - juggling too?!
It just occurred to me. Actually, I hate juggling. Anyway, I mean, hey. Give me that. Ink that manages to take a fall...XD !
As I said, it first becomes sweet, then creamy, never forgets what it is - - and what it is doesn't interfere with the fragrance experience at all.
On the contrary, Th Messager is a wonderful perfume in every phase. At the same time, a journey through time, surfing along the red thread of life: Trying out fresh writing skills with the calligraphy set, with a real wooden pen and nibs of different widths ... depending on how you wield the nib, the line becomes broad or narrow, the uncle shows you how. Then it's time to enter the fascinating institution of school, where you can even see and smell blue, green and red ink. And to taste. The villains bite open cartridges, make nonsense of them, blue mouths, green tongues. Blotting sheets, refill mishaps, colorful fingers - spill accidents, stains on the wooden tables ... n o c h from ink, Eddings we didn't have until sooo much later.
We enthusiastically collected the wonderfully differently colored cartridge sealing beads, these, um, d i n g s that are pressed into the cartridge when it is activated to give the ink free rein. Just the thought of it still awakens a hunting fever and collecting mania in me, but the euphoria about it has unfortunately subsided in today's SuS XD
It's unpleasant to think that they'll just be thrown away this year. Maybe I should go back to... ? What are they actually made of? Glass? Yes, yes. Sooo fascinating. In my environment it was customary to keep empty cartridges like sheep - every now and then one was slaughtered and the pellets and the cut-off "heads" kept separately. Wealth, abundance, outdoing each other with possessions, whoever writes a lot can slaughter many cartridges... In general, the pride of having your first own fountain pen (it was from Geha, in black and yellow)...!
In the meantime, I see the same pride in those who are children TODAY, every time they get their first fountain pen: "XYZ XYZ, look m a a a l! I've got a pen!!!" - "XYZXYZ, can we write with the fountain pen?"
Ink, yes. Such an important commodity!
As a nasal creature, I found the typical smell highly interesting even in my own childhood days, and certainly thought at one time or another that it had perfume potential: Yes, I think that's exactly how we imagined the year 2000 - - you spray yourself with ink scent, and have a car that talks to you.
The name of this very harmonious year-round fragrance, which I find to be a complete success, refers less to the substance than to the words written with it: each one becomes the messenger of our thoughts, insights, pamphlets, theories, drafts and shopping lists that scurry out into the world, and the letters are its organs. Or something like that ^^! Anyway! If you don't smell ink in The Messager, you should smell ink in the first place so as not to miss out on the amazing effect.
...Yup, so far so good. I'll say more about the durability soon, and the sillage is definitely good; I'm bursting with excitement to see what the environment has to say.
Regardless of the fact that I hadn't googled the ingredients for a long time, regardless of the fact that I didn't even think of "inkwell" by association when I saw the blue bottle (but only thought, 'Oh, what a ugly bottle'), I immediately (!) smelled the first ink in the store.
The 'first' ink?! Yes! - The crazy thing about this stuff is that you get to know ink from several sides, that there is actually a real gradient in it: first classic ink, then sweet ink, and finally - creamy ink. It's amazing! What it can do.
Really, that was new to me. That ink can also be sweet, or even creamy...! What, now. Sounds disgusting! But not at all. The Messager is portable, beautiful and entertaining. The best thing: you can't just smell the ink..... It is the perfume. - The fact that she takes the said course is like, say, a rapper or a writer getting the lead role in a movie, and then doing the stunts herself, and, what do I know - - juggling too?!
It just occurred to me. Actually, I hate juggling. Anyway, I mean, hey. Give me that. Ink that manages to take a fall...XD !
As I said, it first becomes sweet, then creamy, never forgets what it is - - and what it is doesn't interfere with the fragrance experience at all.
On the contrary, Th Messager is a wonderful perfume in every phase. At the same time, a journey through time, surfing along the red thread of life: Trying out fresh writing skills with the calligraphy set, with a real wooden pen and nibs of different widths ... depending on how you wield the nib, the line becomes broad or narrow, the uncle shows you how. Then it's time to enter the fascinating institution of school, where you can even see and smell blue, green and red ink. And to taste. The villains bite open cartridges, make nonsense of them, blue mouths, green tongues. Blotting sheets, refill mishaps, colorful fingers - spill accidents, stains on the wooden tables ... n o c h from ink, Eddings we didn't have until sooo much later.
We enthusiastically collected the wonderfully differently colored cartridge sealing beads, these, um, d i n g s that are pressed into the cartridge when it is activated to give the ink free rein. Just the thought of it still awakens a hunting fever and collecting mania in me, but the euphoria about it has unfortunately subsided in today's SuS XD
It's unpleasant to think that they'll just be thrown away this year. Maybe I should go back to... ? What are they actually made of? Glass? Yes, yes. Sooo fascinating. In my environment it was customary to keep empty cartridges like sheep - every now and then one was slaughtered and the pellets and the cut-off "heads" kept separately. Wealth, abundance, outdoing each other with possessions, whoever writes a lot can slaughter many cartridges... In general, the pride of having your first own fountain pen (it was from Geha, in black and yellow)...!
In the meantime, I see the same pride in those who are children TODAY, every time they get their first fountain pen: "XYZ XYZ, look m a a a l! I've got a pen!!!" - "XYZXYZ, can we write with the fountain pen?"
Ink, yes. Such an important commodity!
As a nasal creature, I found the typical smell highly interesting even in my own childhood days, and certainly thought at one time or another that it had perfume potential: Yes, I think that's exactly how we imagined the year 2000 - - you spray yourself with ink scent, and have a car that talks to you.
The name of this very harmonious year-round fragrance, which I find to be a complete success, refers less to the substance than to the words written with it: each one becomes the messenger of our thoughts, insights, pamphlets, theories, drafts and shopping lists that scurry out into the world, and the letters are its organs. Or something like that ^^! Anyway! If you don't smell ink in The Messager, you should smell ink in the first place so as not to miss out on the amazing effect.
...Yup, so far so good. I'll say more about the durability soon, and the sillage is definitely good; I'm bursting with excitement to see what the environment has to say.
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