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Ponticus
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Girls' night out - just like a woman
"Surprise gift for everyone, please don't put on perfume, Anna"!
This message raised the expectations of the wartsab group girls' evening in the run-up to the evening meeting, and the excitement was intensified by a slight crackling of the tender phone as it was stroked. The wartsab message had been sent by Anna Lühse, a therapist with her own practice who was unfortunately unable to attend the last meeting. Ms. Dipl.-Psych. Anna Lühse recently celebrated her 40th birthday, is professionally very committed and divorced.
After the first chatter somewhat flattened, Bärbel's Schnittchen effusively praised and the Proseccogläs were filled again, Mrs. Dipl.-Psych. Anna Lühse placed her recently newly purchased MCM bag in the middle of the flat table, directly in front of Jackie, alias Jacques jelly, who sat as always with his cat puss on the sofa. Jackie got wide-eyed at the pretty, cognac-colored shopper. Before he could pull this to himself, Anna reached in and distributed to each in the round a bottle of the perfume Obelisk of MCM
Somewhat sadly Anna reported to have found Obelisk in the sale for free in the three-pack in the drugstore. There the idea came to her this 80/90s fragrance today all girls to transfer and to revive with it perhaps memories and experiences from elapsed time. The first remarks were lost in the general and joyful surprise. Anna called for a little calming down and suggested that everyone apply two/three sprays to themselves in order to give free space to their own thoughts. No sooner said than done, all the girls looked for a comfortable spot and off they went.
A fresh juiciness spread in the room. It smelled very fruity, like orange, also lemony and green-spicy, not sweet, but tangy-spritzy. Freshly squeezed, citrusy fruit juice on mown green herb meadow probably sums it up well.
At such a meadow parked in the mid-90s at a retro meeting also my old VW bus mused Melody Vögele-Schmitz, young at heart old 68erin. For her in the self-sewn dress from self-dyed batik sheets and the VW bus it was the last big ride together. And a smile flitted across her face as she closed her eyes to remember more clearly the days and especially nights she and Francesco spent here together.
Anna, by now somewhat at peace, also enjoyed the spicy-juicy olfactory experience. She immediately fell back into her own self-pity, however. In this, Anna fancied herself somewhat very much on the sidelines as far as life and love were concerned. Actually, I'm an obelisk too, it went through her mind. Well-built, beautiful to look at, full of inner values, but in the meantime on the residual ramp of love, little valued, not yet completely forgotten by life, but left behind in the junk box unnoticed.
Meanwhile, a larger oriental carpet has already been rolled out on the lush spice meadow and earthy-woody tones make the place on it soft and cuddly. This oriental undertone mixes with subtle florality and slightly musty-hay floral notes before everything melts into a wonderful creaminess. This wraps itself velvety-warm and very aromatic around a sandalwood/cedarwood melange with slightly sweet dips of vanilla, ending in a comforting sense of warmth. There is no heaviness in this warm, balsamic butteriness and even the juicy spicy aromatics of the beginning are still present deep in the background.
Bärbel, butcher shop saleswoman at Metzger Axthelm, also felt this comforting warmth. Both in the scent of obelisk and in her love affair with the butcher. Since the last girls' night out, their relationship had taken a turn for the best, and they were likely to be married soon.
Optometrist Klara Sicht tensed her muscles a little, not quite wanting to get involved in this scent-well. For as long as she could remember, her life had been one long struggle. Not ugly, but with her glasses, even as a schoolgirl, never the prettiest, never the smartest, never the most fashionable, never the first on the dance floor and never the most desirable guy as a boyfriend. So she fought glasses jokes, prejudice, calories and not being noticed. She also had to conquer her husband! Now she is a strong woman and a role model, not only in the girls round!
The other girls sat relaxed together, one smiled, one whispered and two held hands familiarly. Only Jackie, holding the MCM shopper tightly in her hands, had fallen asleep next to kitty on the sofa.
With the removal of the MCM label from the bottle and packaging, Obelisk was stripped of part of its identity. Nevertheless, Obelisk remains a fragrance full of liveliness and elegance, a fragrance for an independent woman! Obelisk does not get woman as a gift, Obelisk buys woman herself and treats herself with it a few hours of charming vulnerability for her otherwise so demanding life.
As the round dispersed a little later today, the room still had the smell of a waxy, oriental vanilla, it smelled spicy and a sense of balmy warmth accompanied the girls home. They were somewhat introverted and each held her bottle of Obelisk in her hands. The canapés were eaten and also the empty Prosecco bottles testified to a sociable evening
Thanks to all of you for listening to the second girls' evening, and especially to Schatzsucher for establishing contact with Anna Lühse, Dipl.-Psych.
This message raised the expectations of the wartsab group girls' evening in the run-up to the evening meeting, and the excitement was intensified by a slight crackling of the tender phone as it was stroked. The wartsab message had been sent by Anna Lühse, a therapist with her own practice who was unfortunately unable to attend the last meeting. Ms. Dipl.-Psych. Anna Lühse recently celebrated her 40th birthday, is professionally very committed and divorced.
After the first chatter somewhat flattened, Bärbel's Schnittchen effusively praised and the Proseccogläs were filled again, Mrs. Dipl.-Psych. Anna Lühse placed her recently newly purchased MCM bag in the middle of the flat table, directly in front of Jackie, alias Jacques jelly, who sat as always with his cat puss on the sofa. Jackie got wide-eyed at the pretty, cognac-colored shopper. Before he could pull this to himself, Anna reached in and distributed to each in the round a bottle of the perfume Obelisk of MCM
Somewhat sadly Anna reported to have found Obelisk in the sale for free in the three-pack in the drugstore. There the idea came to her this 80/90s fragrance today all girls to transfer and to revive with it perhaps memories and experiences from elapsed time. The first remarks were lost in the general and joyful surprise. Anna called for a little calming down and suggested that everyone apply two/three sprays to themselves in order to give free space to their own thoughts. No sooner said than done, all the girls looked for a comfortable spot and off they went.
A fresh juiciness spread in the room. It smelled very fruity, like orange, also lemony and green-spicy, not sweet, but tangy-spritzy. Freshly squeezed, citrusy fruit juice on mown green herb meadow probably sums it up well.
At such a meadow parked in the mid-90s at a retro meeting also my old VW bus mused Melody Vögele-Schmitz, young at heart old 68erin. For her in the self-sewn dress from self-dyed batik sheets and the VW bus it was the last big ride together. And a smile flitted across her face as she closed her eyes to remember more clearly the days and especially nights she and Francesco spent here together.
Anna, by now somewhat at peace, also enjoyed the spicy-juicy olfactory experience. She immediately fell back into her own self-pity, however. In this, Anna fancied herself somewhat very much on the sidelines as far as life and love were concerned. Actually, I'm an obelisk too, it went through her mind. Well-built, beautiful to look at, full of inner values, but in the meantime on the residual ramp of love, little valued, not yet completely forgotten by life, but left behind in the junk box unnoticed.
Meanwhile, a larger oriental carpet has already been rolled out on the lush spice meadow and earthy-woody tones make the place on it soft and cuddly. This oriental undertone mixes with subtle florality and slightly musty-hay floral notes before everything melts into a wonderful creaminess. This wraps itself velvety-warm and very aromatic around a sandalwood/cedarwood melange with slightly sweet dips of vanilla, ending in a comforting sense of warmth. There is no heaviness in this warm, balsamic butteriness and even the juicy spicy aromatics of the beginning are still present deep in the background.
Bärbel, butcher shop saleswoman at Metzger Axthelm, also felt this comforting warmth. Both in the scent of obelisk and in her love affair with the butcher. Since the last girls' night out, their relationship had taken a turn for the best, and they were likely to be married soon.
Optometrist Klara Sicht tensed her muscles a little, not quite wanting to get involved in this scent-well. For as long as she could remember, her life had been one long struggle. Not ugly, but with her glasses, even as a schoolgirl, never the prettiest, never the smartest, never the most fashionable, never the first on the dance floor and never the most desirable guy as a boyfriend. So she fought glasses jokes, prejudice, calories and not being noticed. She also had to conquer her husband! Now she is a strong woman and a role model, not only in the girls round!
The other girls sat relaxed together, one smiled, one whispered and two held hands familiarly. Only Jackie, holding the MCM shopper tightly in her hands, had fallen asleep next to kitty on the sofa.
With the removal of the MCM label from the bottle and packaging, Obelisk was stripped of part of its identity. Nevertheless, Obelisk remains a fragrance full of liveliness and elegance, a fragrance for an independent woman! Obelisk does not get woman as a gift, Obelisk buys woman herself and treats herself with it a few hours of charming vulnerability for her otherwise so demanding life.
As the round dispersed a little later today, the room still had the smell of a waxy, oriental vanilla, it smelled spicy and a sense of balmy warmth accompanied the girls home. They were somewhat introverted and each held her bottle of Obelisk in her hands. The canapés were eaten and also the empty Prosecco bottles testified to a sociable evening
Thanks to all of you for listening to the second girls' evening, and especially to Schatzsucher for establishing contact with Anna Lühse, Dipl.-Psych.
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