Top Notes 
Aldehydes
Bergamot
Hyacinth
Neroli
Peach
Heart Notes 
Lily of the valley
Orange blossom
Carnation
Iris
Jasmine
Narcissus
Tuberose
Orchid
Rose
Base Notes 
Civet
Moss
Musk
Ambergris
Leather
Sandalwood
Styrax
Vanilla
Vetiver
K de Krizia (1980) 
Tofuwachtel
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Hells Bells
A haze of soap lingered in the room. So thick that it ran down the large moss-green tiles like dew drops from flower petals.
She wrung out the yellow washcloth, dried herself with the green towel, and wrapped it around her head with the wide floral trim on the outside. It was a bit rough and scratchy. But that didn't bother her at all; quite the opposite.
A little powder on her peach skin, her sparkling gray-green eyes framed in black.
In the next room, the membranes of the speakers vibrated to the max. Polar Nights ……
She sang along loudly with her slightly husky voice.
She danced into the living room. She almost knocked over the ceramic jug with the lily of the valley and daffodils as she tossed off her headscarf and shook her long brown hair.
A rush of herbaceous, spicy air came in through the open window, along with a fine note of damp earth.
Pure, in the old, soft leather pants. The cream-brown shirt to match and the scarf shimmering in all shades of green.
Her big tomcat wound around her legs and purred deeply.
She left the apartment, got into her old Kadett, popped in the cassette, and turned it up …….
She wrung out the yellow washcloth, dried herself with the green towel, and wrapped it around her head with the wide floral trim on the outside. It was a bit rough and scratchy. But that didn't bother her at all; quite the opposite.
A little powder on her peach skin, her sparkling gray-green eyes framed in black.
In the next room, the membranes of the speakers vibrated to the max. Polar Nights ……
She sang along loudly with her slightly husky voice.
She danced into the living room. She almost knocked over the ceramic jug with the lily of the valley and daffodils as she tossed off her headscarf and shook her long brown hair.
A rush of herbaceous, spicy air came in through the open window, along with a fine note of damp earth.
Pure, in the old, soft leather pants. The cream-brown shirt to match and the scarf shimmering in all shades of green.
Her big tomcat wound around her legs and purred deeply.
She left the apartment, got into her old Kadett, popped in the cassette, and turned it up …….
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