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John Wayne Smokes a Cigar
The opening is spicy-resinous, softened by a creamy-milky note with a hint of freshness.
Mmmmh, I thought to myself----this one suits me!! After all, I’m a girl with a tough exterior and a soft core ;-)
So I sprayed it on in the morning (carefully, as always with new scents, just 2 spritzes on my wrist) and went out into the madness of everyday life, inhaling from my wrist at least once an hour.
After an hour, high-quality leather slowly unfolds, the gentle creaminess disappears.
Well, one has to fight through rush hour traffic, endure the grim faces of drivers in the jam, engage in duels for the only parking spot that one (and the three cars in front and behind) spots, and quickly snatch it up ...... an olfactory leather jacket isn’t bad for that, one feels strong, daring, and doesn’t get intimidated.
After about three hours, it becomes slightly scratchy and I keep looking around because I feel like a smoker (yes, definitely male) is standing right behind or next to me - but there’s no one there.
Checked my wrist - well, the "smoker" is me.
I gave up this habit many years ago, but I still really enjoy the scent of fresh tobacco.
And that’s exactly what I smell all afternoon ---- wonderful Tuscan cigar!
During the shopping cart rally in the supermarket, while cooking in the afternoon, I keep looking around, searching for a cowboy in a leather jacket with a cigar in hand, who should be standing next to me, but my wrists are playing tricks on me.
At some point, it became too much for me, I don’t want to smell like a smoking John Wayne.
The scent is wonderful, but for me, it’s not wearable,
it’s just not me.
Mmmmh, I thought to myself----this one suits me!! After all, I’m a girl with a tough exterior and a soft core ;-)
So I sprayed it on in the morning (carefully, as always with new scents, just 2 spritzes on my wrist) and went out into the madness of everyday life, inhaling from my wrist at least once an hour.
After an hour, high-quality leather slowly unfolds, the gentle creaminess disappears.
Well, one has to fight through rush hour traffic, endure the grim faces of drivers in the jam, engage in duels for the only parking spot that one (and the three cars in front and behind) spots, and quickly snatch it up ...... an olfactory leather jacket isn’t bad for that, one feels strong, daring, and doesn’t get intimidated.
After about three hours, it becomes slightly scratchy and I keep looking around because I feel like a smoker (yes, definitely male) is standing right behind or next to me - but there’s no one there.
Checked my wrist - well, the "smoker" is me.
I gave up this habit many years ago, but I still really enjoy the scent of fresh tobacco.
And that’s exactly what I smell all afternoon ---- wonderful Tuscan cigar!
During the shopping cart rally in the supermarket, while cooking in the afternoon, I keep looking around, searching for a cowboy in a leather jacket with a cigar in hand, who should be standing next to me, but my wrists are playing tricks on me.
At some point, it became too much for me, I don’t want to smell like a smoking John Wayne.
The scent is wonderful, but for me, it’s not wearable,
it’s just not me.
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2 Comments
Medusa00 5 years ago
I'm torn about whether to get it.
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Camey5000 6 years ago
Who has grandpas like that? Write for us today!!!!!!! PEOPLE!
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