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10/26/2023
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From the sweet tomb
From the sweet crypt emerges a viscous, rubbery liquid.
Is warm, strongly bubbling.
The liquid rises, of infinite depth. From warm earth. From the sweet crypt.
Adorns the sky out, with clouds of smoke, impregnated with an extreme grape soda note, which spreads in the air as quickly as dazumal the plague. Sweetness covers everything to it, wrestling in all directions without having a certain way.
Traubisoda is constantly on my neck. I do not know who of you knows the drink, but it got a real boost from it. But not this traubisoda, which is enjoyed ice cold, but already warm traubisoda, which is slightly tickling in the larynx and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, because warm traubisoda is a neckbreaker for those who like ice cold sodas. As the name suggests, there's grape in it - white grape, with a slightly tart finish, but still extremely sweet. A cult drink, which accompanies me since childhood and was only allowed to drink once in a while.
Today I really enjoy it only rarely, because it is too sweet for me, but when I drink it, I enjoy it. When I first applied the fragrance, that was my first thought: warm grape soda, risen directly from the sweet tomb. Because the scent is just sweet. Grapey, light peach on the side, covered with a shallow smoky note. Heavy on the bubbles. There is nothing more and it is all somehow so lukewarm. So close to "spooning" The earthy is pretty much going down as I find. Because earthy it is only initially, extremely briefly. Is that art to smell like grape soda? Maybe Sorcinelli could explain it to me or he himself sipped the soda.
No progression, no depth, although at the beginning you feel like you're being blown up out of nowhere. If it's art, then I don't understand it. Was again heilfroh how I could not catch the scent. Warm bubbly no one likes to drink, but I do not want to smell after the stuff either.
The durability and also the sillage is quite settled in the upper range, but that's no use to me, because the joy of wearing him, I am denied.
Is warm, strongly bubbling.
The liquid rises, of infinite depth. From warm earth. From the sweet crypt.
Adorns the sky out, with clouds of smoke, impregnated with an extreme grape soda note, which spreads in the air as quickly as dazumal the plague. Sweetness covers everything to it, wrestling in all directions without having a certain way.
Traubisoda is constantly on my neck. I do not know who of you knows the drink, but it got a real boost from it. But not this traubisoda, which is enjoyed ice cold, but already warm traubisoda, which is slightly tickling in the larynx and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, because warm traubisoda is a neckbreaker for those who like ice cold sodas. As the name suggests, there's grape in it - white grape, with a slightly tart finish, but still extremely sweet. A cult drink, which accompanies me since childhood and was only allowed to drink once in a while.
Today I really enjoy it only rarely, because it is too sweet for me, but when I drink it, I enjoy it. When I first applied the fragrance, that was my first thought: warm grape soda, risen directly from the sweet tomb. Because the scent is just sweet. Grapey, light peach on the side, covered with a shallow smoky note. Heavy on the bubbles. There is nothing more and it is all somehow so lukewarm. So close to "spooning" The earthy is pretty much going down as I find. Because earthy it is only initially, extremely briefly. Is that art to smell like grape soda? Maybe Sorcinelli could explain it to me or he himself sipped the soda.
No progression, no depth, although at the beginning you feel like you're being blown up out of nowhere. If it's art, then I don't understand it. Was again heilfroh how I could not catch the scent. Warm bubbly no one likes to drink, but I do not want to smell after the stuff either.
The durability and also the sillage is quite settled in the upper range, but that's no use to me, because the joy of wearing him, I am denied.
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