05/03/2020

FioreMarina
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FioreMarina
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Sorry, it gets dirty. I can't help it. To all those who do not want to permanently damage their image of me as a sensitive fragrance poetess, which is only just being built: click this away! And to the remaining intrepid ones: Look over your shoulder, who else might be reading along. Send your children to play. And accept my sincere apologies, because I really can't help it This is entirely the fault of Maurice Roucel, who, without warning and without a leaflet, throws a fragrance like Musc Ravageur onto the market. Ravageur, devastating... yes, indeed He must have embezzled something in the olfactory pyramid; my guess is testosterone and oxytocin, two hormones, the first of which ensures that men behave from time to time in a way that we women find completely understandable, completely mysterious from a male point of view, and that we alternately demand or accuse them of depending on the situation.
Second, the Oxitocin in turn makes us want to bury our noses in the small dimple over the collarbone of our counterpart and not want to leave it again so quickly.
Of course, one is not warned of this. Instead, one is presented with a hypocritical pyramid of scents: Bergamot, of course. Lavender is also supposed to be in there.
In fact, above all and primarily, there is a suspiciously large amount of musk. You remember that passage with the testosterone? There you go, there you have it. This musk is completely shameless; however, vanilla and cinnamon, the two sweet cuddly scents from childhood, accompany it and combine so cleverly with the sheep's stallodeur that we are unable to resist. Sandalwood provides a warming sense of well-being, and is velvety soft.
Is that macho? Hello! Is that a scent that women should wear? If they want to smell like they shave their chest hair every day, then maybe.
But this one goes out to all the women who, at the sight of their clean-shaven men, from time to time secretly sighing and dreaming of Ragnarr Lodbrók with his tattoos on his bald head and the smell of 30 years of seafaring in his (unwashed) beard. And to all the men who, despite their jobs, the household, the children and of course the migraine, would not mind being taken in their arms by their loved one, firmly and unmistakably: You don't have to sign up for couples therapy! It's quicker, easier and more fun: just apply a few drops of this perfume where you want it, create the necessary exclusive environment for the sake of the silage (and don't let yourself be tempted to wear the perfume in something as far-fetched as an office) and be completely relaxed: The scent will last the whole (wonderful) night I think I'll stop commenting at this point. And take a shower. Cold.
Second, the Oxitocin in turn makes us want to bury our noses in the small dimple over the collarbone of our counterpart and not want to leave it again so quickly.
Of course, one is not warned of this. Instead, one is presented with a hypocritical pyramid of scents: Bergamot, of course. Lavender is also supposed to be in there.
In fact, above all and primarily, there is a suspiciously large amount of musk. You remember that passage with the testosterone? There you go, there you have it. This musk is completely shameless; however, vanilla and cinnamon, the two sweet cuddly scents from childhood, accompany it and combine so cleverly with the sheep's stallodeur that we are unable to resist. Sandalwood provides a warming sense of well-being, and is velvety soft.
Is that macho? Hello! Is that a scent that women should wear? If they want to smell like they shave their chest hair every day, then maybe.
But this one goes out to all the women who, at the sight of their clean-shaven men, from time to time secretly sighing and dreaming of Ragnarr Lodbrók with his tattoos on his bald head and the smell of 30 years of seafaring in his (unwashed) beard. And to all the men who, despite their jobs, the household, the children and of course the migraine, would not mind being taken in their arms by their loved one, firmly and unmistakably: You don't have to sign up for couples therapy! It's quicker, easier and more fun: just apply a few drops of this perfume where you want it, create the necessary exclusive environment for the sake of the silage (and don't let yourself be tempted to wear the perfume in something as far-fetched as an office) and be completely relaxed: The scent will last the whole (wonderful) night I think I'll stop commenting at this point. And take a shower. Cold.
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