A Fleur de Peau Keiko Mecheri 1999
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The Red Carpet
You want to make a grand entrance tonight. You want to stand out.
It’s not the fine society you’re diving into now, but the art and culture scene that welcomes the eccentric and is open to everything. Your olfactory companion is an experiment, enveloping you in a thick texture of leather - powerful and noble. The opening cinches you like a snug corset into a posture you’ve desired. It has significant weight and presence. Only the fruity notes give it a touch of friendliness. You fully enjoy the moment on the red carpet. You’ve chosen the right companion.
At the reception, connections are made; the second glance and the first word count. Ylang presents itself at its best. A viscous floral balm makes the aloofness melt away - fine and caressing. However, it is not banal, but has an irritating, synthetic moment. It should not be easy to understand; it should remain exciting. Engaging conversations, loud laughter. The atmosphere is heated and begins to vibrate. The artificial, floral leather shows endurance up to the limits of tolerable intensity. The diva presents her full repertoire.
The film premiere lasts long and brings the spirits back to the topic of the occasion and to calm. The iris gently accompanies you into the base, as you focus on the images in the dark. The powdery, light mood then carries you to the castle, where the artists are celebrated. The now relaxed and liberated conversations become more intimate. One leans closer to the listener's ear. The veil of amber, almond, and vanilla softens everything and makes it even softer. Enraptured and content, the night can let loose, the corset is unfastened. You surrender to the sweetness and the delicate smoke of your companion. The role has been played perfectly.
The further encounters and escapades of the night seem reserved for Inala, to whom I sincerely thank for this fragrant experience.
The next morning, you still smell the lingering hint of glamour on your skin.
It’s not the fine society you’re diving into now, but the art and culture scene that welcomes the eccentric and is open to everything. Your olfactory companion is an experiment, enveloping you in a thick texture of leather - powerful and noble. The opening cinches you like a snug corset into a posture you’ve desired. It has significant weight and presence. Only the fruity notes give it a touch of friendliness. You fully enjoy the moment on the red carpet. You’ve chosen the right companion.
At the reception, connections are made; the second glance and the first word count. Ylang presents itself at its best. A viscous floral balm makes the aloofness melt away - fine and caressing. However, it is not banal, but has an irritating, synthetic moment. It should not be easy to understand; it should remain exciting. Engaging conversations, loud laughter. The atmosphere is heated and begins to vibrate. The artificial, floral leather shows endurance up to the limits of tolerable intensity. The diva presents her full repertoire.
The film premiere lasts long and brings the spirits back to the topic of the occasion and to calm. The iris gently accompanies you into the base, as you focus on the images in the dark. The powdery, light mood then carries you to the castle, where the artists are celebrated. The now relaxed and liberated conversations become more intimate. One leans closer to the listener's ear. The veil of amber, almond, and vanilla softens everything and makes it even softer. Enraptured and content, the night can let loose, the corset is unfastened. You surrender to the sweetness and the delicate smoke of your companion. The role has been played perfectly.
The further encounters and escapades of the night seem reserved for Inala, to whom I sincerely thank for this fragrant experience.
The next morning, you still smell the lingering hint of glamour on your skin.
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