
Profuma
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Profuma
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Abduction of a Perfume
Quince has always appealed to me in fragrances. It imparts a certain sweetness with a special twist. Not simply banal sugary sweetness, but a sensually melancholic sweetness with a fruity touch. Here, it is precisely this note that opens the pleasure of the scent and holds on for some time, until a very dark, ripe plum joins in. Jasmine adds a slightly rich floral aspect, and so the three notes combine to create a dessert-like, gourmand treat that irresistibly beckons. On my skin, with its already sweet personal scent, the quince note lingers even more persistently than on fabric. Before I start to long for my arm more and more, fortunately, the rose intervenes and pricks me with its thorns. It skillfully merges with the top notes, as if it were meant to be. I can imagine that even rose opponents would find joy in such a perfectly fragrant, beautifully sensual bloom. Seductively, it glides with its petals smoothly and tenderly around my nose and soul, threatening to unhinge my mind with its behavior. What a lush and rich scent tapestry lies over my skin and the sprayed fabric...! This fragrance borders on a dream. I drift away, lulled on a vanilla-colored cloud through space and time. I have no idea where this airy fabric will take me, but I let myself be carried along willingly. We rise higher and higher, but the air does not thin out; rather, the opposite is true. The finest, densely swirling scents permeate the atmosphere and caress my senses. Amber, vanilla, oud in the most exquisite variation waft around my face, blending into one, only to dance around my form again as soloists in the next moment. The cloud darkens slightly. A woody scent rises from it to me. It too is absorbed into the ranks of the other notes and then released again. Around me, there is nothing to see but white emptiness. The only sound is the wind that holds the scents within it and carries the cloud with me. But are we really flying, or are we suspended in the air? I cannot say. Nothing rushes past us that would indicate a flight. Nothing lingers before or around us that would signal a standstill. My gaze searches for orientation. Where is up, where is down? Am I here or somewhere else? All I can perceive with crystal clarity are these overwhelmingly sensual and full scents, which repeatedly merge into a single composition and then seemingly take different paths individually, only to do the same moments later again. And I am right in the middle of it. Captivated in this intoxicating whirl. A serf to one and several fragrances that can easily achieve their goal of seducing me. A sweet temptation that hits precisely at the center of my taste for gourmand scents. It makes my little heart flutter and my eyes shine, as if I were a child in a candy store. I close my eyes and absorb all the impressions around me. My chest rises more and more, delightfully taking everything in.
When I exhale and open my eyes, I am back home and in my bed. I look around questioningly. Was it really just a dream? Everything felt so real; did I actually experience this journey? I see the bottle of Giorgio Gold next to me on the nightstand. What is it doing there? Its place is in the bathroom. As if guided by remote control, I reach for it and bring the spray head to my nose. I close my eyes and let the scent find its way into my senses. Suddenly, I find myself back on the vanilla-colored cloud in the boundlessly graceful white nothingness. This time, however, I do not question it. I let it happen. Float. Enjoy. Be.
Once again, I let myself be seduced. Seduced by the abduction. The abduction of a perfume...
When I exhale and open my eyes, I am back home and in my bed. I look around questioningly. Was it really just a dream? Everything felt so real; did I actually experience this journey? I see the bottle of Giorgio Gold next to me on the nightstand. What is it doing there? Its place is in the bathroom. As if guided by remote control, I reach for it and bring the spray head to my nose. I close my eyes and let the scent find its way into my senses. Suddenly, I find myself back on the vanilla-colored cloud in the boundlessly graceful white nothingness. This time, however, I do not question it. I let it happen. Float. Enjoy. Be.
Once again, I let myself be seduced. Seduced by the abduction. The abduction of a perfume...
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Top Notes
Jasmine
Plum
Quince
Heart Notes
Bulgarian rose
Oud
Cedarwood
Base Notes
Amber
Cashmere wood
Vanilla






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