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The most precious stone fruit
During her lifetime, my grandmother had a small house in Italy in a 200-person village north of Montefiascone, where we spent many summers. It was a beautiful and quiet area where almost everyone had a fruit tree in their garden. My grandma saw it as her duty to exchange with everyone in the village in late summer, so she got lemons, bergamots and berries of all kinds and the neighbors got plums and peaches and the world's best tomatoes.
My grandmother loved her flowers, which she tended every day, although the work became more difficult for her from year to year. But she was a vain lady for whom a well-tended garden was very important. She didn't want anyone in the village to think that she was no longer able to keep her garden in good condition. In the evenings, we always sat in the garden with a view of Lake Bolsena, drank white wine and my parents philosophized about the problems at home and how free and beautiful life was in this place every year at this time. Even though I hadn't had to travel with my parents for a long time, nostalgia drew me back to this place every year.
Now I'm sitting here, having sprayed on the Arge, and suddenly I'm sitting exactly where I was sitting with my parents 5 years ago, listening to their philosophical anecdotes. The stone fruit, the flowers, the feeling of freedom, the smell of the old house - everything is so present and nestles around me, making me melt away. I'm impressed by the combination of scents, because I've never smelled anything like it before! It's a synthetic fruit cocktail variation, but it's never been so finely balanced and creamy.
I first smelled the Kirké last week, and yes, the similarity is there, but I fell in love with the Arge. The 0.2 ml bottle immediately became the 100 ml bottle... I couldn't help it and it's also financially shared suffering, as my partner also thinks it's so great and wants to wear it.
My grandmother loved her flowers, which she tended every day, although the work became more difficult for her from year to year. But she was a vain lady for whom a well-tended garden was very important. She didn't want anyone in the village to think that she was no longer able to keep her garden in good condition. In the evenings, we always sat in the garden with a view of Lake Bolsena, drank white wine and my parents philosophized about the problems at home and how free and beautiful life was in this place every year at this time. Even though I hadn't had to travel with my parents for a long time, nostalgia drew me back to this place every year.
Now I'm sitting here, having sprayed on the Arge, and suddenly I'm sitting exactly where I was sitting with my parents 5 years ago, listening to their philosophical anecdotes. The stone fruit, the flowers, the feeling of freedom, the smell of the old house - everything is so present and nestles around me, making me melt away. I'm impressed by the combination of scents, because I've never smelled anything like it before! It's a synthetic fruit cocktail variation, but it's never been so finely balanced and creamy.
I first smelled the Kirké last week, and yes, the similarity is there, but I fell in love with the Arge. The 0.2 ml bottle immediately became the 100 ml bottle... I couldn't help it and it's also financially shared suffering, as my partner also thinks it's so great and wants to wear it.
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Best regards, Taki🌸