Pleats Please Issey Miyake 2013 Eau de Parfum
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Couch-Potato in a Fragrance Rapture...
No, not a fragrance local. No, not a fragrance flirt mood. No, I’m just sitting in my armchair and want to indulge in my couch-potato existence.... Until a tea-flower-scent-bouquet-I-can’t-describe fragrance captures me....
And guess what... And tears me apart.... And seduces me to a spontaneous fragrance flirt...
Mmmm.... where does this scent come from? I had forgotten my purple coarsely crocheted fragrance pouch with new samples on my armchair the night before and PLEASE PLEATS urged me through convincing fragrance Morse signals to get to know it.
Well - spray.... Mmmmm..... A spicy, creamy, and vanillic fragrance bouquet cuddles on my forearm.... The fragrance sweet peas and peonies dance around me like elves, practically throwing a creamy party - urging the vanilla to develop creamier and it plays along. As all the fragrance notes settle, a makeup-galactic powdery note develops through the patchouli, seducing me, making me addicted...
But then it happens. It’s gone.
Not even 30 minutes later, there’s only a little left on my skin. As great as it started, it said goodbye just as quickly - what a shame, the fragrance has a scent addiction factor.
But what should I tell you... Whatever, I’ll spray another round...
Because you know what... Long live my armchair, long live the couch-potato existence, and above all - long live the new week!
Because the next fragrance flirt is sure to come.
And guess what... And tears me apart.... And seduces me to a spontaneous fragrance flirt...
Mmmm.... where does this scent come from? I had forgotten my purple coarsely crocheted fragrance pouch with new samples on my armchair the night before and PLEASE PLEATS urged me through convincing fragrance Morse signals to get to know it.
Well - spray.... Mmmmm..... A spicy, creamy, and vanillic fragrance bouquet cuddles on my forearm.... The fragrance sweet peas and peonies dance around me like elves, practically throwing a creamy party - urging the vanilla to develop creamier and it plays along. As all the fragrance notes settle, a makeup-galactic powdery note develops through the patchouli, seducing me, making me addicted...
But then it happens. It’s gone.
Not even 30 minutes later, there’s only a little left on my skin. As great as it started, it said goodbye just as quickly - what a shame, the fragrance has a scent addiction factor.
But what should I tell you... Whatever, I’ll spray another round...
Because you know what... Long live my armchair, long live the couch-potato existence, and above all - long live the new week!
Because the next fragrance flirt is sure to come.
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