06/07/2018

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The second skin
I found Cuir d'Ange unpleasant on my first spray. Dry and tart like freshly tanned leather, which lay over a wooden trestle to dry.
It just smelled like leather. Nothing soft, nothing warm, just leather.
Based on the existing comments I had to test it again, because it was incomprehensible to me how one can rave for this smell. Yes I know, tastes are very different and that's a good thing.
So Cuir d'Ange had to get on my skin again and this time hardcore. 2 sprayers on the right and left side of my neck, one in my neck, one between the bells and one on my wrist. Pooh *laughs* that's where we both have to go through.
And then there it was, this moment, when suddenly your childhood love stands before you. The heart beats to the throat. All your veins are pumping and you feel like you're glowing. He smiles at you and takes you in his arms. A little stiff you still stand there before you just surrender and sink deep into this unarming. Leather, now you're soft, warm leather. Caused by my own body heat and by my own smell. Sweet in love. Like little angels with arrows. Heliotrope as creamy velvety as a caramel candy, hawthorn floral light and fragrant of wild roses. And this leather.... as if my skin paired with a new skin. Oh dear, what am I writing? A second skin . Nappa leather or softer. A hint of leather. One is naked and vulnerable and yet feels completely attracted. A beautiful angel leather, that's exactly what it is.
It just smelled like leather. Nothing soft, nothing warm, just leather.
Based on the existing comments I had to test it again, because it was incomprehensible to me how one can rave for this smell. Yes I know, tastes are very different and that's a good thing.
So Cuir d'Ange had to get on my skin again and this time hardcore. 2 sprayers on the right and left side of my neck, one in my neck, one between the bells and one on my wrist. Pooh *laughs* that's where we both have to go through.
And then there it was, this moment, when suddenly your childhood love stands before you. The heart beats to the throat. All your veins are pumping and you feel like you're glowing. He smiles at you and takes you in his arms. A little stiff you still stand there before you just surrender and sink deep into this unarming. Leather, now you're soft, warm leather. Caused by my own body heat and by my own smell. Sweet in love. Like little angels with arrows. Heliotrope as creamy velvety as a caramel candy, hawthorn floral light and fragrant of wild roses. And this leather.... as if my skin paired with a new skin. Oh dear, what am I writing? A second skin . Nappa leather or softer. A hint of leather. One is naked and vulnerable and yet feels completely attracted. A beautiful angel leather, that's exactly what it is.
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