Top Notes 
Bergamot
Frankincense
Galbanum
Labdanum
Nutmeg
Orange blossom
Petitgrain
Pimento
Raspberry
Heart Notes 
Geranium
Heliotrope
Jasmine
Lavender
Patchouli
Rose
Base Notes 
Cedar
Musk
Oakmoss
Sandalwood
Vanilla
08/21/2019
Gschpusi
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Devadasi, the temple dancer
Colorful, shrill, fun-loving, long hair, beautiful, exotic, sharp.
Want to buy Rose? Hach - I love it !
Indian spices are for me a feast for the nose, Indian food a heavenly feast for the palate. I love this sharpness and there I grasp courageously times too "very sharp", if it is granted me.
The small sugar pearls in the Pan Mukhwas are also colourful. The small bowls you get in the restaurant after dinner to get the heat and smell of garlic out of your mouth. You nibble on fennel and coriander grains and just beautiful it is!
Bakir is not reminiscent of Indian food, but of a wonderful potpourri full of spices.
It would be too much to respond to any given scent. That's why I try to explain it as good as possible.
Imagine a Devadasi. An Indian temple dancer. She is mysterious and beautiful.
A hint of veil covers nose and mouth. Strongly painted, big, brown eyes cast a spell over you. She wears a Raqs Sharqi costume, which consists of a sequined top, a sequined belt and a skirt. As she begins to dance in front of you with her barely dressed hips, little bells ring on her veil. Soft movements and restless, faster and louder sounding bells sound quiet when she moves her hips aphrodisiacally.
It smells of frankincense and patchouli and a strong charge of lavender. Something citric and something sweet-sour might come from raspberry and petitgrain. It steams from the corners from which the Devadasi is observed. Fine clouds of smoke run through the room, which is illuminated with dimmed light and is getting warmer and warmer.
Herb and almost bitter, but very feminine, with a grain of aloofness wraps the rose geranium and a dark, almost closed rose around your fingers.
You are so beautiful, with your raven black hair decorated with vanilla blossoms and completely open jasmine blossoms. It smells beguiling and you start to move with the movements of the dancer.
The music gets faster, the movements get faster, the breath gets faster and hotter and with a small deflagration of heliotrope - swelling and sweet - and again dark incense, you sink breathlessly and contentedly created into the pillows. The breath becomes calmer, musk gently caresses the heated skin and wraps itself around you, cooling and gentle.
Bakir is restless, absolutely not innocent and a typical "old" scent. Statement and you get noticed. Although a cologne, I do not want to know what the EdP has for effects.
But you have to like it! Plenty of spices and extraordinary.
Want to buy Rose? Hach - I love it !
Indian spices are for me a feast for the nose, Indian food a heavenly feast for the palate. I love this sharpness and there I grasp courageously times too "very sharp", if it is granted me.
The small sugar pearls in the Pan Mukhwas are also colourful. The small bowls you get in the restaurant after dinner to get the heat and smell of garlic out of your mouth. You nibble on fennel and coriander grains and just beautiful it is!
Bakir is not reminiscent of Indian food, but of a wonderful potpourri full of spices.
It would be too much to respond to any given scent. That's why I try to explain it as good as possible.
Imagine a Devadasi. An Indian temple dancer. She is mysterious and beautiful.
A hint of veil covers nose and mouth. Strongly painted, big, brown eyes cast a spell over you. She wears a Raqs Sharqi costume, which consists of a sequined top, a sequined belt and a skirt. As she begins to dance in front of you with her barely dressed hips, little bells ring on her veil. Soft movements and restless, faster and louder sounding bells sound quiet when she moves her hips aphrodisiacally.
It smells of frankincense and patchouli and a strong charge of lavender. Something citric and something sweet-sour might come from raspberry and petitgrain. It steams from the corners from which the Devadasi is observed. Fine clouds of smoke run through the room, which is illuminated with dimmed light and is getting warmer and warmer.
Herb and almost bitter, but very feminine, with a grain of aloofness wraps the rose geranium and a dark, almost closed rose around your fingers.
You are so beautiful, with your raven black hair decorated with vanilla blossoms and completely open jasmine blossoms. It smells beguiling and you start to move with the movements of the dancer.
The music gets faster, the movements get faster, the breath gets faster and hotter and with a small deflagration of heliotrope - swelling and sweet - and again dark incense, you sink breathlessly and contentedly created into the pillows. The breath becomes calmer, musk gently caresses the heated skin and wraps itself around you, cooling and gentle.
Bakir is restless, absolutely not innocent and a typical "old" scent. Statement and you get noticed. Although a cologne, I do not want to know what the EdP has for effects.
But you have to like it! Plenty of spices and extraordinary.
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