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11/16/2023
Marieposa
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I dared
It is the moment when it no longer matters whether the premise is right or wrong, when the aldehyde veil falls and the coriander-bright glow dissolves between the citrus rays. The moment when you wrap a band of butter-soft suede around my heart and I realize that there is strength in my vulnerability. Because honesty is the key when the soul is naked and the contours of a blurred image slowly make waves.
Don't stop painting stars around my scars with peach-soft fingers. In slow motion, until silver smoke clouds around my thoughts, my head imperceptibly shifts to my stomach, understanding becomes feeling, intellect becomes instinct. There is no right or wrong in this bed of moss, if you dare to follow your desires, the shadows of abstract petals on benzo-soft skin. Whisper patchouli-dark secrets in my ear and dust spice powder like opium on trails of iris. Sometimes rough and raw like vetiver, sometimes soft and sweet like sandalwood in a smoldering, musky-soft amber glow.
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In the vintage version, J'ai Osé is a fine, soft leather chypre with an oriental twist and a delicate smoky note. I have only known the fragrance for a short time and yet it is so strangely familiar to me, as if I have been wearing it regularly for many years.
As soon as the aldehydic top note with subtle citrus and an original, slightly soapy coriander accent fades, a warm, soft peach emerges from the cool, sparkling shell. Accentuated by a few dewy white flowers that I would have thought were orange blossom, but according to the pyramid they are jasmine. And just as my nose is about to be filled with heady florals and ambery woods, I am instead lulled by the softest suede and iris, pulling me and the peach into a silvery bed of oakmoss and patchouli. In the background, vetiver and frankincense allow fine threads of smoke to rise and just at the moment when you think the fragrance has revealed all its facets, it enters a new arena. At this point, the oriental aspects of the fragrance overtake the chypre component, dusting spice powder onto skin-warm benzoin and ambered woods, while musk winks at the oakmoss that has not yet completely faded away.
For me, J'ai Osé radiates a sense of security, giving me the feeling that I can let go, rest my racing head for a while and rely on my gut feeling. The harmony of the finely blended fragrances and this strange familiarity remind me of how much strength can be drawn from trusting one's own intuition. And so, for a while, I dare to go to this precarious point between head and heart, which the fragrance explores in my perception.
Dear Pomeranze, thank you for tempting me to make this blind purchase.
Don't stop painting stars around my scars with peach-soft fingers. In slow motion, until silver smoke clouds around my thoughts, my head imperceptibly shifts to my stomach, understanding becomes feeling, intellect becomes instinct. There is no right or wrong in this bed of moss, if you dare to follow your desires, the shadows of abstract petals on benzo-soft skin. Whisper patchouli-dark secrets in my ear and dust spice powder like opium on trails of iris. Sometimes rough and raw like vetiver, sometimes soft and sweet like sandalwood in a smoldering, musky-soft amber glow.
**
In the vintage version, J'ai Osé is a fine, soft leather chypre with an oriental twist and a delicate smoky note. I have only known the fragrance for a short time and yet it is so strangely familiar to me, as if I have been wearing it regularly for many years.
As soon as the aldehydic top note with subtle citrus and an original, slightly soapy coriander accent fades, a warm, soft peach emerges from the cool, sparkling shell. Accentuated by a few dewy white flowers that I would have thought were orange blossom, but according to the pyramid they are jasmine. And just as my nose is about to be filled with heady florals and ambery woods, I am instead lulled by the softest suede and iris, pulling me and the peach into a silvery bed of oakmoss and patchouli. In the background, vetiver and frankincense allow fine threads of smoke to rise and just at the moment when you think the fragrance has revealed all its facets, it enters a new arena. At this point, the oriental aspects of the fragrance overtake the chypre component, dusting spice powder onto skin-warm benzoin and ambered woods, while musk winks at the oakmoss that has not yet completely faded away.
For me, J'ai Osé radiates a sense of security, giving me the feeling that I can let go, rest my racing head for a while and rely on my gut feeling. The harmony of the finely blended fragrances and this strange familiarity remind me of how much strength can be drawn from trusting one's own intuition. And so, for a while, I dare to go to this precarious point between head and heart, which the fragrance explores in my perception.
Dear Pomeranze, thank you for tempting me to make this blind purchase.
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