No, it just couldn't go on. It simply didn't work between us, even though every prerequisite was met and the first encounter was unforgettable. It was many months ago, it was cool, I was alone and looking for something new, something that hadn't yet hit my nose, a fresh experience. I tried it at the turquoise D, didn't know what to think of it at first and took a scent strip with me through the city. Even on the faraway Saturn, I still smelled it and that's when it happened. A twist. I detected something fresh and fruity alongside the sweetness. Sweet, fresh, gourmand - fabulous. I was in love.
Then, however, the storm came. My head was buzzing and resisting the ideal man. It stung and hammered. I broke up.
However, I never forgot him. That fresh twist ... it never left my mind.
Recently, I saw an offer I couldn't refuse. I jumped at it. To rekindle the initial love. The cap opened. The first spray. The old feeling. The twist. The fruitiness amidst the sweetness. But inside me, a scream began. My body said no again. My nose was overstimulated. What the ideal man didn't know was that I was aiming for a love triangle. In the back of the room stood Mr. Mugler, pure ... from Havana. He looked at me and said: "You already know me and there is no place for the ideal man in our lives." He was right. With a throbbing head, I said ... goodbye ... until we meet again, maybe someday, somewhere maybe.