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03/05/2024
Kikolja
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Kikolja
Ruby red
When the dust of the Wild West met ancient civilizations, Florian von Gritti galloped in as a perfume outlaw. Cardamom, ginger and saffron, the spiced gunslingers, enter the saloons of our senses with a bang, their aromas as sharp as the gunshots of a duel at sunset.
The Arabian Taif rose, accompanied by eaglewood and myrrh, is like a fearless band riding across the dusty plains of the Orient. At the heart of this adventure, the precious oud sits enthroned like the hidden treasure of a long-forgotten city, surrounded by the spicy notes of cardamom and the dramatic presence of Taif rose towering above them as a silhouette, wild and untamed like the spirit of the West itself
Sandalwood, incense and civet form the foundation of this masterpiece, like the quiet moments around the campfire, under the endless canopy of stars, telling stories of freedom and adventure. Somewhere a hyena is pacing around, searching in vain for the civet.
The bottle, a tribute to the elegance of Italian aristocracy, blends with the roughness of frontier life, a symbol of the union of culture and wilderness.
Florian, the Ruby of Gritti is the call of adventure, the echo of treasure maps and forgotten legends, wrapped in a fragrance. He brings the calm after the storm, the contemplation around the campfire, while the last embers light up the night with stories of freedom and adventure.
The Arabian Taif rose, accompanied by eaglewood and myrrh, is like a fearless band riding across the dusty plains of the Orient. At the heart of this adventure, the precious oud sits enthroned like the hidden treasure of a long-forgotten city, surrounded by the spicy notes of cardamom and the dramatic presence of Taif rose towering above them as a silhouette, wild and untamed like the spirit of the West itself
Sandalwood, incense and civet form the foundation of this masterpiece, like the quiet moments around the campfire, under the endless canopy of stars, telling stories of freedom and adventure. Somewhere a hyena is pacing around, searching in vain for the civet.
The bottle, a tribute to the elegance of Italian aristocracy, blends with the roughness of frontier life, a symbol of the union of culture and wilderness.
Florian, the Ruby of Gritti is the call of adventure, the echo of treasure maps and forgotten legends, wrapped in a fragrance. He brings the calm after the storm, the contemplation around the campfire, while the last embers light up the night with stories of freedom and adventure.
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