07/21/2018
Palonera
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"You smell fine!"
If a man is as fond of the delicate, the fine, the transparent as the perfumer Alberto Morillas should be, then this nose will certainly not be expected to create a vanilla scent, one thing: that the result would be dense and thick, difficult to overblown, sweet to almost caries-promoting, as is often the case with vanilla fragrances.
As we love it in the time of the cold, dark, when the days are short and the nights even longer, when the soul needs light, security and warmth - then these scents are ultimate comfort, then they wrap us in a cocoon of Ichbinda and confidence, of warmth and candlelight.
This is wonderful, I like to wear it - but not in this time, in this hot summer, which is dry and brittle, which lets plants wither before time and trees reach yellow leaves.
This summer, in which hardly any rain falls, even "Eau des Missions" is already too much, this vanilla, which is so gentle and tender, so reserved and friendly, that I was sure so far that nothing could top it, not in the hot season.
But even it now seems to me too heavy, too dense, too much vanilla halt - vanilla, seemed to me, probably just does not work at consistently high degrees, not for me at least, not this year.
But that's what I thought, because I didn't know her yet, the vanilla of Morillas, of Alberto, who created scents like Giòs Acquas, like Jacobs Daisys, Narcisos Essences and Lauders Pleasures - finely woven webs, playful and fleetingly tender, that barely touch the skin they wear, and that are never one thing: insignificantly decadent.
"Vanilla 44" is a typical Morillas - finely woven, ethereally transparent, with a clear edge and contour.
Already in the beginning, vanilla mates unsweetly with tart wood, cedar wood for me, pencil wood - light and air flood through this fragrance, which is bright, but not radiant, which possesses warmth without being warm.
No symbiosis with the skin - "Vanilla 44" maintains distance, surrounds me like a veil, like a fog, ozonically almost, aquatically almost, yet wooden-solid under the foot, tangible and at the same time intangible in its transparency, into which smoke still mixes, consecrated smoke, quite fine too, not oppressive, not sacral.
A fragrance for me that stays with me, that stays close to me, very close - so close that only those who can be close to me, who can touch me, who can embrace me, who can nestle in my arm, on my lap, on my neck can perceive it.
"You smell fine" Laura signs, still very small - and on some days it doesn't have to be much more than that.
PS: Ergoproxy - thank you!
As we love it in the time of the cold, dark, when the days are short and the nights even longer, when the soul needs light, security and warmth - then these scents are ultimate comfort, then they wrap us in a cocoon of Ichbinda and confidence, of warmth and candlelight.
This is wonderful, I like to wear it - but not in this time, in this hot summer, which is dry and brittle, which lets plants wither before time and trees reach yellow leaves.
This summer, in which hardly any rain falls, even "Eau des Missions" is already too much, this vanilla, which is so gentle and tender, so reserved and friendly, that I was sure so far that nothing could top it, not in the hot season.
But even it now seems to me too heavy, too dense, too much vanilla halt - vanilla, seemed to me, probably just does not work at consistently high degrees, not for me at least, not this year.
But that's what I thought, because I didn't know her yet, the vanilla of Morillas, of Alberto, who created scents like Giòs Acquas, like Jacobs Daisys, Narcisos Essences and Lauders Pleasures - finely woven webs, playful and fleetingly tender, that barely touch the skin they wear, and that are never one thing: insignificantly decadent.
"Vanilla 44" is a typical Morillas - finely woven, ethereally transparent, with a clear edge and contour.
Already in the beginning, vanilla mates unsweetly with tart wood, cedar wood for me, pencil wood - light and air flood through this fragrance, which is bright, but not radiant, which possesses warmth without being warm.
No symbiosis with the skin - "Vanilla 44" maintains distance, surrounds me like a veil, like a fog, ozonically almost, aquatically almost, yet wooden-solid under the foot, tangible and at the same time intangible in its transparency, into which smoke still mixes, consecrated smoke, quite fine too, not oppressive, not sacral.
A fragrance for me that stays with me, that stays close to me, very close - so close that only those who can be close to me, who can touch me, who can embrace me, who can nestle in my arm, on my lap, on my neck can perceive it.
"You smell fine" Laura signs, still very small - and on some days it doesn't have to be much more than that.
PS: Ergoproxy - thank you!
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