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Flying Sparks-Funkenflug
Fuoco,...what are you? The element of heat and warmth. One of the four elements.
Earth, air, water,..fire. You are hot and dangerous. Those who play with fire will perish in it.
So it is said. I am not afraid of you, Fuoco. Kiss me, show me your passion, show me your essence,...your innermost self. Touch me, seduce me, consume me. Reach me your hand to dance on the volcano of the blazing flames.
You dance on my skin and around my body, like a storm of sparks and light.
A tender firestorm, light as glowing feathers you move. No!,..you do not burn me
and no!,..you do not suffocate me under hot ashes and smoke.
You are fine and elegant. You do not show all your strength and power.
Tell me how much you love me, Fuoco! Say it again. Say it once more with that glowing
voice, of spicy-hot cinnamon and pepper. Lie to me, and whisper to me, laden with frankincense,
in my ear how much you love me. Let the words rise in delicate incense, and dazzle me with it, as you have so many times before.
Fuoco, you are cold,..so cold. Your last kiss. It tastes of sour-cool metal.
Hot and frosty is your last look into my eyes. And now go, go back into the storm of glowing sparks and cold smoke.
My tears have evaporated, but I still have so many.
Conclusion
Fuoco: The coldest fire I have ever smelled. Sour, metallic, spicy, cold frankincense and incense.
Longevity: 6 to 8 hours. A slow smoldering.
Sillage: A delicate spark trail marks its path.
Bottle: Black, puristic bottle in a flaming bronze sculpture.
Gender: Unisex.
A scent like burning ice and frozen ash. Ice-cold passion and burning longing.
Sexy and damn hot.....
Earth, air, water,..fire. You are hot and dangerous. Those who play with fire will perish in it.
So it is said. I am not afraid of you, Fuoco. Kiss me, show me your passion, show me your essence,...your innermost self. Touch me, seduce me, consume me. Reach me your hand to dance on the volcano of the blazing flames.
You dance on my skin and around my body, like a storm of sparks and light.
A tender firestorm, light as glowing feathers you move. No!,..you do not burn me
and no!,..you do not suffocate me under hot ashes and smoke.
You are fine and elegant. You do not show all your strength and power.
Tell me how much you love me, Fuoco! Say it again. Say it once more with that glowing
voice, of spicy-hot cinnamon and pepper. Lie to me, and whisper to me, laden with frankincense,
in my ear how much you love me. Let the words rise in delicate incense, and dazzle me with it, as you have so many times before.
Fuoco, you are cold,..so cold. Your last kiss. It tastes of sour-cool metal.
Hot and frosty is your last look into my eyes. And now go, go back into the storm of glowing sparks and cold smoke.
My tears have evaporated, but I still have so many.
Conclusion
Fuoco: The coldest fire I have ever smelled. Sour, metallic, spicy, cold frankincense and incense.
Longevity: 6 to 8 hours. A slow smoldering.
Sillage: A delicate spark trail marks its path.
Bottle: Black, puristic bottle in a flaming bronze sculpture.
Gender: Unisex.
A scent like burning ice and frozen ash. Ice-cold passion and burning longing.
Sexy and damn hot.....
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Goti is a "crazy" creative person. His jewelry, his fragrances... from another world!