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Ponticus
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A new life
Mrs Birkenfeld-Knorr is an impressive, proud woman. As an attractive woman in her mid-fifties, she still expects a lot from herself and is ready to contribute her share in order to wring a lot of life's worth out of life. She sits there today with a satisfied look on her face and her head held high, and for the first time in a long, long time, everything is finally just the way she and she alone wanted it!
Part of this is that her favorite perfume, which flickers in delicate but distinct swathes up her, still seemed to melt creamily on her skin. Intensely fine-fruity-spicy, Hypnotic Poison accompanies her with a wonderful vanilla-floral sweetness. This fragrance suits her like no other, very feminine, very erotic and mysterious, strong and flattering at the same time. Mentally jolted awake again by the distinctive, intensely sweet scent of the lily of the valley in her perfume, which flows steadily from the dark blouse, she takes her leave with a last fleeting glance.
She had already applied the perfume this morning and also gave her dear, departed husband, who has made himself comfortable lying in a long box in front of her, a neat spray of this, as he always called it, "pushy-sweet and slutty floral perfume" as a farewell gift to accompany him on his last journey. Precisely also and especially because he always hated Hypnotic Poison so much!
Mr. Knorr, her married deceased, was an impressive, handsome man in his younger years and the young Mrs. Birkenfeld fell head over heels in love with this handsome and charming person. Unfortunately, in the course of the following years of marriage, his rather plain nature gained the upper hand and left no room for anything more than allotment garden cosiness.
Meanwhile, they had long lived apart and their efforts to motivate him ran more and more into the void. When he then, because of his heart, took early retirement a year ago, things got worse and worse. A television football evening for two was the highest of the feelings to him still for common to move was.
In the last few weeks, Mr. Knorr became much worse. In addition to nausea, diarrhea, and chest pains, his cardiac arrhythmias became more and more severe; even the doctor knew no advice. The sunny spring was drawing to a close and was in full bloom, as were the many wild lilies of the valley in the forest and garden. Then, a few days ago, after a violent seizure and severe palpitations, Mr. Knorr simply stopped breathing.
Now Mrs. Birkenfeld-Knorr sits adorably by the coffin in silent grief. With a suppressed tear in her eye and a hidden smile of her lips, both from an honest heart, she looks contentedly at her arrangement for the deceased.
All around a wreath of pretty, fragrant lilies of the valley, the characteristic, sweet signature of her fragrance, with a fragrant wild rose centered on the coffin, the noble counterpart in the floral duel of notes in perfume. In front of it, a thick vase with a mighty bouquet of jasmine and tuberose stems, as well as the large branch of an almond tree, which flank the sweetly aromatic floral opulence of the perfume so spiritedly. For the in parts fruity juiciness of the beginning of the fragrance of Hypnotic Poison, a basket full of plums as well as apricots stands to the right and left of each of the unloved. The spicy underpinned by the allspice, very fine coconut note, which gives the beginning additionally the special, Mr. Knorr would not have noticed anyway and so it is content for the long and so seductive farewell in the form of a, already present for a long time vanilla note, with a balsamic incense in vanilla and sandalwood each and a fragrance candle vanilla, which shines him the last little light.
For the evening, Mrs. Birkenfeld-Knorr had a ticket reserved for the symphony concert all to herself. She has also already signed up for a dance class. It starts tomorrow, just like her new life!
Until then, thank you very much, and be careful if you smell Hypnotic Poison!
Part of this is that her favorite perfume, which flickers in delicate but distinct swathes up her, still seemed to melt creamily on her skin. Intensely fine-fruity-spicy, Hypnotic Poison accompanies her with a wonderful vanilla-floral sweetness. This fragrance suits her like no other, very feminine, very erotic and mysterious, strong and flattering at the same time. Mentally jolted awake again by the distinctive, intensely sweet scent of the lily of the valley in her perfume, which flows steadily from the dark blouse, she takes her leave with a last fleeting glance.
She had already applied the perfume this morning and also gave her dear, departed husband, who has made himself comfortable lying in a long box in front of her, a neat spray of this, as he always called it, "pushy-sweet and slutty floral perfume" as a farewell gift to accompany him on his last journey. Precisely also and especially because he always hated Hypnotic Poison so much!
Mr. Knorr, her married deceased, was an impressive, handsome man in his younger years and the young Mrs. Birkenfeld fell head over heels in love with this handsome and charming person. Unfortunately, in the course of the following years of marriage, his rather plain nature gained the upper hand and left no room for anything more than allotment garden cosiness.
Meanwhile, they had long lived apart and their efforts to motivate him ran more and more into the void. When he then, because of his heart, took early retirement a year ago, things got worse and worse. A television football evening for two was the highest of the feelings to him still for common to move was.
In the last few weeks, Mr. Knorr became much worse. In addition to nausea, diarrhea, and chest pains, his cardiac arrhythmias became more and more severe; even the doctor knew no advice. The sunny spring was drawing to a close and was in full bloom, as were the many wild lilies of the valley in the forest and garden. Then, a few days ago, after a violent seizure and severe palpitations, Mr. Knorr simply stopped breathing.
Now Mrs. Birkenfeld-Knorr sits adorably by the coffin in silent grief. With a suppressed tear in her eye and a hidden smile of her lips, both from an honest heart, she looks contentedly at her arrangement for the deceased.
All around a wreath of pretty, fragrant lilies of the valley, the characteristic, sweet signature of her fragrance, with a fragrant wild rose centered on the coffin, the noble counterpart in the floral duel of notes in perfume. In front of it, a thick vase with a mighty bouquet of jasmine and tuberose stems, as well as the large branch of an almond tree, which flank the sweetly aromatic floral opulence of the perfume so spiritedly. For the in parts fruity juiciness of the beginning of the fragrance of Hypnotic Poison, a basket full of plums as well as apricots stands to the right and left of each of the unloved. The spicy underpinned by the allspice, very fine coconut note, which gives the beginning additionally the special, Mr. Knorr would not have noticed anyway and so it is content for the long and so seductive farewell in the form of a, already present for a long time vanilla note, with a balsamic incense in vanilla and sandalwood each and a fragrance candle vanilla, which shines him the last little light.
For the evening, Mrs. Birkenfeld-Knorr had a ticket reserved for the symphony concert all to herself. She has also already signed up for a dance class. It starts tomorrow, just like her new life!
Until then, thank you very much, and be careful if you smell Hypnotic Poison!
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