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In the Pull of Desire
The night has passed. The morning sun playfully tickles his face. He doesn't want to start the day yet; the night was far too intense and impressive. He has fallen in love with a stranger whose seductive perfume he can still smell all over his body. It was only a brief encounter, yet for him, it was a fireworks display of emotions. He never thought that after a painful breakup, he would be able to pull back the large dusty curtain that had settled over his heart and let light flood into his inner self.
She was the nectar of his desire as she casually sipped her Cosmopolitan at the bar. Her lips were plump and cherry red. Her smile stole the show from all the other guests. He had to move closer to her. She seemed to be enjoying her drink alone, just like him, as if she did this often. She was completely absorbed in herself and her drink. She paid no attention to the lively hustle and bustle of the bar. For him, this behavior in a woman epitomized self-determination and confidence. Too many people shy away from stepping out into life as singles and spending the day publicly in social spheres all by themselves. Occasionally, she was flirted with by the bartender, who also recognized the attraction radiating from her. He had to meet this woman. Everything about her drew him in like a puppet on strings. She wore a blood-red long dress made of delicate shimmering silk, paired with a black leather jacket and cowboy boots. She seemed so unattainable and mysterious. As his cocktail neared its end, he saw this as an opportunity to approach the bar, as well as the mysterious stranger. He felt a rush of excitement and pure enthusiasm. He felt like he was floating as he rose from his barstool. This lightness was a completely new experience for him. But when he caught the scent emanating from her, it was all over for him. It is indeed true that olfactory perception in humans works through the nose. She smelled incredibly erotic, like a fruity overripe blood-red grapefruit that retained its zest despite its ripeness. Along with the grapefruit, he detected a full-bodied deep red cherry and a bunch of other red berries, which were desired by lightly spicy, delicately peppery ginger, adding even more depth. The black currant, with its zesty sweet-sourness, was the main actor that ignited erotic desires. Delicate white flowers like jasmine and tuberose embodied pure femininity in perfection without coming across as aggressively clumsy. The patchouli revealed itself to be very profound, daring, dark, and wild. It fit perfectly with the sultry, dimly lit bar atmosphere, harmonizing beautifully with the delicate leather of her jacket and carrying subtle hints of vanilla. The closer he got to her, the more spices he could sniff out.
He felt a thrill when her gaze suddenly crossed his. He gathered all his courage and sat down next to her at the bar....
Back in the here and now, alone between white sheets without her, he was still impressed by the pull of desire he had fallen into. They had shared a nightcap; strong Italian espresso with a marzipan praline. Although he was far from being drunk, he had to admit to himself that he was intoxicated with longing and lust. The night passed by him like a sparkling veil. She had fascinated him incredibly. He had lost all sense of time. He hung on her lips, lost himself in her eyes. She transported him to other worlds with her stories. But the night was not infinite, which he desperately wished for at that moment. Sooner or later, he would have to return the cozy warm blanket that she had wrapped around him with her entire being. She must have left something behind. He was in a daze. Still. He searched his pockets for a remnant of her. And he found it....
The scent is an incredible seducer for the evening/night and turns men's heads in droves. It slightly resembles Hypnotic Poison and Black Opium. However, it is distinctly more unique and interesting, "modern." One should not overdo it with the spraying, as it could otherwise mutate into a sillage monster and become somewhat annoying.
She was the nectar of his desire as she casually sipped her Cosmopolitan at the bar. Her lips were plump and cherry red. Her smile stole the show from all the other guests. He had to move closer to her. She seemed to be enjoying her drink alone, just like him, as if she did this often. She was completely absorbed in herself and her drink. She paid no attention to the lively hustle and bustle of the bar. For him, this behavior in a woman epitomized self-determination and confidence. Too many people shy away from stepping out into life as singles and spending the day publicly in social spheres all by themselves. Occasionally, she was flirted with by the bartender, who also recognized the attraction radiating from her. He had to meet this woman. Everything about her drew him in like a puppet on strings. She wore a blood-red long dress made of delicate shimmering silk, paired with a black leather jacket and cowboy boots. She seemed so unattainable and mysterious. As his cocktail neared its end, he saw this as an opportunity to approach the bar, as well as the mysterious stranger. He felt a rush of excitement and pure enthusiasm. He felt like he was floating as he rose from his barstool. This lightness was a completely new experience for him. But when he caught the scent emanating from her, it was all over for him. It is indeed true that olfactory perception in humans works through the nose. She smelled incredibly erotic, like a fruity overripe blood-red grapefruit that retained its zest despite its ripeness. Along with the grapefruit, he detected a full-bodied deep red cherry and a bunch of other red berries, which were desired by lightly spicy, delicately peppery ginger, adding even more depth. The black currant, with its zesty sweet-sourness, was the main actor that ignited erotic desires. Delicate white flowers like jasmine and tuberose embodied pure femininity in perfection without coming across as aggressively clumsy. The patchouli revealed itself to be very profound, daring, dark, and wild. It fit perfectly with the sultry, dimly lit bar atmosphere, harmonizing beautifully with the delicate leather of her jacket and carrying subtle hints of vanilla. The closer he got to her, the more spices he could sniff out.
He felt a thrill when her gaze suddenly crossed his. He gathered all his courage and sat down next to her at the bar....
Back in the here and now, alone between white sheets without her, he was still impressed by the pull of desire he had fallen into. They had shared a nightcap; strong Italian espresso with a marzipan praline. Although he was far from being drunk, he had to admit to himself that he was intoxicated with longing and lust. The night passed by him like a sparkling veil. She had fascinated him incredibly. He had lost all sense of time. He hung on her lips, lost himself in her eyes. She transported him to other worlds with her stories. But the night was not infinite, which he desperately wished for at that moment. Sooner or later, he would have to return the cozy warm blanket that she had wrapped around him with her entire being. She must have left something behind. He was in a daze. Still. He searched his pockets for a remnant of her. And he found it....
The scent is an incredible seducer for the evening/night and turns men's heads in droves. It slightly resembles Hypnotic Poison and Black Opium. However, it is distinctly more unique and interesting, "modern." One should not overdo it with the spraying, as it could otherwise mutate into a sillage monster and become somewhat annoying.
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I'm really excited about the scent! ☺️