Top Notes 
Verdello lemon
Calabrian bergamot
Tarragon
Cardamom
Lavender
Heart Notes 
Galbanum
Iris
Jasmine
Violet
Base Notes 
Leathery notes
Oakmoss
Patchouli
Vetiver
Midnights
30 Reviews
Translated · Show original
Midnights
Very helpful Review
14
50 Shades of Citrus Medica
"Wanna get dirrrrty?" the lemon purrs in my ear.
Wow, what's going on with lemons these days? Is there a sexual revolution among citrus fruits? Has the hypersexualization in the media now reached the produce section? Or have the lemons just remembered that their ancestors were not only fresh but, when combined with other ingredients, could also express their animalistic side?
This little lemon here has escaped from the ethereal-cool world of "Terre d'Hermès Eau Givrée | Hermès." To keep it simple, it will be referred to as lemon from here on. Here, it gets to express its more bitter, spicier side. And this lemon has a lot of catching up to do. From Miley to Britney, numerous stars have shown how to liberate oneself sexually, and it has been paying attention. On the wrecking ball heading towards the beach. After a long bath in the sea, it has lathered up with a spicy shower gel, rinsed off, dried off, and slathered itself with a galbanum lotion. Outfit for the seduction: just a leather jacket. Grrrrrrrr! Do hot lemons do that, too sexy for this world, 50 Shades of Citrus Medica. Instead of a flower behind its ear, it has stuck a whole bouquet. Less is more, only beginners say that. Choice of flowers? Of course, jasmine, what could be sexier?! The smooth iris provides the lascivious 90's R&B groove, and a tiny hint of violet, barely visible, suggests an abyss. Teeth brushed and mouth rinsed with rose water. And there it lies before me, on the patchouli blanket in oak moss, legs crossed, a vetiver blade in the corner of its mouth, arms folded behind its head. It surveys me from head to toe, a provocative look, a chauvinistic grin. I don't exactly feel the urge to undress, but at least to open one or two buttons on my shirt. And then it dawns on me in a hormonal rush: we know each other.
My enthusiasm is not for this staged lemon sleaziness, but for the comfort of the familiar. Like the encounter with a past love: every gesture is spot on, every movement complements the other’s well-choreographed. You little fruit! We had a longer fling back in the mid to late nineties. Even then, you were significantly older than me, only you went by different names: "Eau Sauvage (Eau de Toilette) | Dior," "Pour Monsieur (Eau de Toilette) / A Gentleman's Cologne / For Men | Chanel," "Monsieur Balmain (1990) | Balmain," "Moustache Original 1949 | Rochas," or alternatively "Pour Homme (1971) (Eau de Toilette) | Yves Saint Laurent." You have roamed through past decades and taken what you like. Yes, yes, I like you very much and at the same time feel deceived. Especially with the rates you charge for your services.
I don't wanna get dirrrrty, at least not with you. I button up the two buttons on my shirt and close my wallet, and now I’m going to engage with other olfactory messes. And I’ll reach out to those past loves from my youth, let’s see what they’re up to today.
Wow, what's going on with lemons these days? Is there a sexual revolution among citrus fruits? Has the hypersexualization in the media now reached the produce section? Or have the lemons just remembered that their ancestors were not only fresh but, when combined with other ingredients, could also express their animalistic side?
This little lemon here has escaped from the ethereal-cool world of "Terre d'Hermès Eau Givrée | Hermès." To keep it simple, it will be referred to as lemon from here on. Here, it gets to express its more bitter, spicier side. And this lemon has a lot of catching up to do. From Miley to Britney, numerous stars have shown how to liberate oneself sexually, and it has been paying attention. On the wrecking ball heading towards the beach. After a long bath in the sea, it has lathered up with a spicy shower gel, rinsed off, dried off, and slathered itself with a galbanum lotion. Outfit for the seduction: just a leather jacket. Grrrrrrrr! Do hot lemons do that, too sexy for this world, 50 Shades of Citrus Medica. Instead of a flower behind its ear, it has stuck a whole bouquet. Less is more, only beginners say that. Choice of flowers? Of course, jasmine, what could be sexier?! The smooth iris provides the lascivious 90's R&B groove, and a tiny hint of violet, barely visible, suggests an abyss. Teeth brushed and mouth rinsed with rose water. And there it lies before me, on the patchouli blanket in oak moss, legs crossed, a vetiver blade in the corner of its mouth, arms folded behind its head. It surveys me from head to toe, a provocative look, a chauvinistic grin. I don't exactly feel the urge to undress, but at least to open one or two buttons on my shirt. And then it dawns on me in a hormonal rush: we know each other.
My enthusiasm is not for this staged lemon sleaziness, but for the comfort of the familiar. Like the encounter with a past love: every gesture is spot on, every movement complements the other’s well-choreographed. You little fruit! We had a longer fling back in the mid to late nineties. Even then, you were significantly older than me, only you went by different names: "Eau Sauvage (Eau de Toilette) | Dior," "Pour Monsieur (Eau de Toilette) / A Gentleman's Cologne / For Men | Chanel," "Monsieur Balmain (1990) | Balmain," "Moustache Original 1949 | Rochas," or alternatively "Pour Homme (1971) (Eau de Toilette) | Yves Saint Laurent." You have roamed through past decades and taken what you like. Yes, yes, I like you very much and at the same time feel deceived. Especially with the rates you charge for your services.
I don't wanna get dirrrrty, at least not with you. I button up the two buttons on my shirt and close my wallet, and now I’m going to engage with other olfactory messes. And I’ll reach out to those past loves from my youth, let’s see what they’re up to today.
16 Comments
Eggi37
Axiomatic
Jeob
Konst121
PET
Gold
Augusto
Flakon11e
Mustang69
SebastianM
