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11/08/2019
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There are very few fragrances that leave me speechless. Speechless because they're so beautiful. Because they're so beautiful, sometimes I almost get tears. When I wear Dioressence, the old one, it's not because I want to smell good, nor because I want to smell something good. I wear it so I won't forget what it smells like.
Dioressence, the old one, in the Esprit de Perfum concentration, I have now already over half a year, a few drops anyway.
It seemed irrefutable to me that I would never, never write a comment about it, simply because I cannot. Because I can't live up to this beauty. Because it wouldn't have gotten beyond breathless, helpless, loving babble.
There are some perfumos here whom I trust to really appreciate this fragrance with their own means, there would be the eloquent dissectors and universalists FvSpee and Yatagan, there would be the formerly so angry Can, meanwhile a little bit age-wise, who is capable of beguiling declarations of love, there would be Serenissima who can conjure up such airy images as hardly anyone. There's so many of them, Consalik, Palonera, - just... not me. I can describe fragrances, but not beauty.
Why am I writing now? Because someone has to. Write it down: That's the nicest thing I've ever smelled.
If you meet him, the old Dioressence, then please, buy it, take it with you, keep it in your refrigerators and cellars and keep it in your hearts. Because at some point there won't be a single drop left and who, if not us, should remember the old one, the dioressence, which is so beautiful that sometimes my tears almost come a little bit.
Dioressence, the old one, in the Esprit de Perfum concentration, I have now already over half a year, a few drops anyway.
It seemed irrefutable to me that I would never, never write a comment about it, simply because I cannot. Because I can't live up to this beauty. Because it wouldn't have gotten beyond breathless, helpless, loving babble.
There are some perfumos here whom I trust to really appreciate this fragrance with their own means, there would be the eloquent dissectors and universalists FvSpee and Yatagan, there would be the formerly so angry Can, meanwhile a little bit age-wise, who is capable of beguiling declarations of love, there would be Serenissima who can conjure up such airy images as hardly anyone. There's so many of them, Consalik, Palonera, - just... not me. I can describe fragrances, but not beauty.
Why am I writing now? Because someone has to. Write it down: That's the nicest thing I've ever smelled.
If you meet him, the old Dioressence, then please, buy it, take it with you, keep it in your refrigerators and cellars and keep it in your hearts. Because at some point there won't be a single drop left and who, if not us, should remember the old one, the dioressence, which is so beautiful that sometimes my tears almost come a little bit.
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