Top Notes 
Fig
Heart Notes 
Jasmine
Base Notes 
Frankincense
03/30/2021
Cafeliberte
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Cafeliberte
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Carry me away and dream with me
There were a few things she could never get enough of.
An aromatic milk coffee with Italian espresso.
Sunrises, sunsets, crescent moons, full moons, constellations, shooting stars.
Digging for old books in antiquarian shops.
And above all, all the feelings that only exist in summer.
When the skin still glows golden from within after a day in the Mediterranean sun.
How worries and problems dissolve for a moment into individual drops and are carried away by the sea, and each wave makes one feel lighter.
The little collected shells and stones that jingle like small treasures in the pockets.
When biting into ripe fruit, the nectar drips onto the skin and sticks to the salt-dried skin.
The warm wind that carries and takes along the scent of shrubs, stones, and trees.
In Ciavuru d'Amuri are little moments in the form of scent that remind her of all this.
Green figs without the sweet milky coconut note that often emerges in fig fragrances,
Jasmine flowers that are so transparent and subtle that they never push themselves into the foreground alone. The incense is so dry and ethereal that it only makes itself known by the way the entire fragrance connects with the skin, as after a hot summer day when all the scents of the day have merged with the skin through the heat, leaving more of a total feeling than a distinct fragrance.
A dream of a fig scent, which unfortunately is as fleeting and elusive as a dream itself.
An aromatic milk coffee with Italian espresso.
Sunrises, sunsets, crescent moons, full moons, constellations, shooting stars.
Digging for old books in antiquarian shops.
And above all, all the feelings that only exist in summer.
When the skin still glows golden from within after a day in the Mediterranean sun.
How worries and problems dissolve for a moment into individual drops and are carried away by the sea, and each wave makes one feel lighter.
The little collected shells and stones that jingle like small treasures in the pockets.
When biting into ripe fruit, the nectar drips onto the skin and sticks to the salt-dried skin.
The warm wind that carries and takes along the scent of shrubs, stones, and trees.
In Ciavuru d'Amuri are little moments in the form of scent that remind her of all this.
Green figs without the sweet milky coconut note that often emerges in fig fragrances,
Jasmine flowers that are so transparent and subtle that they never push themselves into the foreground alone. The incense is so dry and ethereal that it only makes itself known by the way the entire fragrance connects with the skin, as after a hot summer day when all the scents of the day have merged with the skin through the heat, leaving more of a total feeling than a distinct fragrance.
A dream of a fig scent, which unfortunately is as fleeting and elusive as a dream itself.
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