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IamCraving
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The (second) skin I live in
Just as with films, books, food, places and much more that tends to trigger strong feelings, it is not always the best idea, with regard to fragrances that are close to one's heart, to get the opinions of the anonymous masses, who comment, criticize and in the worst case despise them without regard to sentimentality and knowledge about them. Illusions are often broken like falling mirror glass, magic is stolen and tender things are desecrated. Sometimes, however, the attachment to the beloved object is intensified and it becomes a jewel worth protecting.
Light blue is my first big fragrance love. A few years ago, 16, in search of many things, the windy spring of Avignon welcomed me to a six-month cultural exchange. My silky mass of identity blew in many ways in the mistral, longed for, was full of gaps. I unexpectedly found a splinter of identity in a large, hectic perfumery near the Pope's Palace as I strolled through the narrow streets one afternoon. I hadn't tested much yet, at that time I already felt overwhelmed whether this sea was full of scents and possibilities, olfactory worlds and stories. Light blue was very fine and seemed to be magnetically attracted to my wrist.
A wave of unspoilt cool rain air, a fiery sting of latent pertiness and cheeky wit, an inkling of smouldering, lusciously cracking logs of wood, the scent of wet skin and an unsweetened lemonade touched me as familiarly as an old friend, whose shared childhood adventures still rave in my memory as vividly as if I were still hunting through high meadows and sandy dunes at the moment.
Since that time in the most sensual country in the world, I have been carrying Light Blue piggyback through life, we laugh a lot, suffer together, are one. Also my experiences with the staying power of my old, new friend are only good. Never obtrusive, he does not abandon you and remains as an affirmative silhouette for a long time in the vicinity.
This was quite an experience-based review, but I think Light Blue is much more than just a thin water for undemanding perfumers beyond my sentimental affection and hope that not only I can take a varied, intimate journey with this special Odeur
Light blue is my first big fragrance love. A few years ago, 16, in search of many things, the windy spring of Avignon welcomed me to a six-month cultural exchange. My silky mass of identity blew in many ways in the mistral, longed for, was full of gaps. I unexpectedly found a splinter of identity in a large, hectic perfumery near the Pope's Palace as I strolled through the narrow streets one afternoon. I hadn't tested much yet, at that time I already felt overwhelmed whether this sea was full of scents and possibilities, olfactory worlds and stories. Light blue was very fine and seemed to be magnetically attracted to my wrist.
A wave of unspoilt cool rain air, a fiery sting of latent pertiness and cheeky wit, an inkling of smouldering, lusciously cracking logs of wood, the scent of wet skin and an unsweetened lemonade touched me as familiarly as an old friend, whose shared childhood adventures still rave in my memory as vividly as if I were still hunting through high meadows and sandy dunes at the moment.
Since that time in the most sensual country in the world, I have been carrying Light Blue piggyback through life, we laugh a lot, suffer together, are one. Also my experiences with the staying power of my old, new friend are only good. Never obtrusive, he does not abandon you and remains as an affirmative silhouette for a long time in the vicinity.
This was quite an experience-based review, but I think Light Blue is much more than just a thin water for undemanding perfumers beyond my sentimental affection and hope that not only I can take a varied, intimate journey with this special Odeur
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