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Robinson Feeling to the Horizon
I no longer like all my old favorite fragrances. I can't stand any of them anymore! Oh dear! Yet everything is better than when someone smells like nothing at all! So, the search...
This (non)winter puts me in a strange mood. Classic winter scents just won't do. I seem to crave something light, cheerful, uncomplicated, sunny. A hint of carnival spirit?
No, more on that shortly!
In any case, finally the salvation through Cocobello and Premier Figuier (Thank you, Marron, I will never forget it!).
Cocobello is the South and warmth! But upon closer inspection, it is not overtly tropical, no hula girls, no Bacardi feeling, no superficial sociability where one can let loose, in short, no carnival feeling.
Cocobello is Robinson Crusoe on his morning stroll through his realm. You can almost feel his feet in the sand, sometimes caressed by little waves on the beach. C is the unspoiled, unclouded tropical morning mood, still pure and innocent. C is leisure and pausing before the day. And C is the understanding with oneself, just as Robinson has learned. The first rays of sunshine promise a good day, kindling optimism... Onward, for …
All of this is brought about, as my predecessor so aptly put it, by "green pigments that take over after an initially strong dominance of the nut." This "overpowering green pigment" is clearly the magical fig, which remains until the end and dances with the coconut, which shifts into the field of vision with every turn. So fig, coconut, fig, coconut ...
Well, and it fits better for the carnival session tonight than a winter scent...
This (non)winter puts me in a strange mood. Classic winter scents just won't do. I seem to crave something light, cheerful, uncomplicated, sunny. A hint of carnival spirit?
No, more on that shortly!
In any case, finally the salvation through Cocobello and Premier Figuier (Thank you, Marron, I will never forget it!).
Cocobello is the South and warmth! But upon closer inspection, it is not overtly tropical, no hula girls, no Bacardi feeling, no superficial sociability where one can let loose, in short, no carnival feeling.
Cocobello is Robinson Crusoe on his morning stroll through his realm. You can almost feel his feet in the sand, sometimes caressed by little waves on the beach. C is the unspoiled, unclouded tropical morning mood, still pure and innocent. C is leisure and pausing before the day. And C is the understanding with oneself, just as Robinson has learned. The first rays of sunshine promise a good day, kindling optimism... Onward, for …
All of this is brought about, as my predecessor so aptly put it, by "green pigments that take over after an initially strong dominance of the nut." This "overpowering green pigment" is clearly the magical fig, which remains until the end and dances with the coconut, which shifts into the field of vision with every turn. So fig, coconut, fig, coconut ...
Well, and it fits better for the carnival session tonight than a winter scent...
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(not) winter greetings. What are 9 degrees below zero anyway, right? :)