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"Not Every Love is Gentle"
Love Kills - When a fragrance looks at you
A quiet confession of flowers, shadows, and light.
Some fragrances do not speak loudly.
They simply look at you - silently, directly, without shyness.
That’s how Love Kills is for me.
A fragrance that does not seek to please, but rather to feel you.
It does not tell a simple story.
It lingers - in the air, on the skin, in the memory.
When I wear it, there is immediately a heaviness
but a beautiful one.
Like a curtain of deep night air that gently drapes over me.
The first notes are like a glance:
bright, enchanting jasmine - almost vulnerable.
But soon everything becomes warmer, darker.
Amber, rose, a hint of metal and leather
as if a memory is rising,
one that you don’t quite want to let go of.
I don’t wear it every day.
And I don’t want to.
Love Kills is for the quiet evenings.
For the nights when I walk through the city,
shoulders pulled up, heart open.
Or for a moment by the window,
when the rain falls against the panes
and I am simply “me” - calm, soft, a little proud.
It is not a fragrance that smiles.
But it sees you.
And if you allow it,
it stays with you - for a long time.
“Not every love is gentle.
But some fragrances know how to love in the dark.”
- Love Kills
A quiet confession of flowers, shadows, and light.
Some fragrances do not speak loudly.
They simply look at you - silently, directly, without shyness.
That’s how Love Kills is for me.
A fragrance that does not seek to please, but rather to feel you.
It does not tell a simple story.
It lingers - in the air, on the skin, in the memory.
When I wear it, there is immediately a heaviness
but a beautiful one.
Like a curtain of deep night air that gently drapes over me.
The first notes are like a glance:
bright, enchanting jasmine - almost vulnerable.
But soon everything becomes warmer, darker.
Amber, rose, a hint of metal and leather
as if a memory is rising,
one that you don’t quite want to let go of.
I don’t wear it every day.
And I don’t want to.
Love Kills is for the quiet evenings.
For the nights when I walk through the city,
shoulders pulled up, heart open.
Or for a moment by the window,
when the rain falls against the panes
and I am simply “me” - calm, soft, a little proud.
It is not a fragrance that smiles.
But it sees you.
And if you allow it,
it stays with you - for a long time.
“Not every love is gentle.
But some fragrances know how to love in the dark.”
- Love Kills
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