Noix de Tubéreuse Miller Harris 2003
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Bienvenue chez l'amour fou
It's late summer on the coast of northern France. There are no more guests on the beach, only corpses. Nobody here lets themselves be seduced by the low season.
He stands on the balcony of the apartment and waits for his love. You have a date here, 400 km away, for a long weekend. He's already prepared dinner. The white wine, a Frenchman, still cools. He's taken the bed, but he's not sure if she's really coming.
She's in the car, it's getting dark. She is afraid to get out and look for the apartment because she is not sure if he will be there. She'll have to replenish the scent just in case. From her hand luggage she rummages "Noix de Tubéreuse" from the British house Miller Harris. A splash on each wrist. The décolleté also gets a spray. The scent says: Courage. Go to him. There's three of you now. To the left of the young woman stands the girl, well-behaved and in love, and to her right the lady, a femme fatale, a slut. Wrapped in her scented dress, the woman types in the access code of the apartment door.
The two smell each other - he is wearing Ambre Sultan, by the way - and already know that the courage was worth it. They agree: This is crazy, and the best part is anyway.
Noix de Tubéreuse is a romance, an amour fou, a liason dangereuse - the dominant tuberose combines with the other scents of the pyramid to form a big whole. I can't filter out individual grades here. When the fragrant white flower enters the room, everything is already clear. That's a scent to take to bed with you.
The liaison is very durable and a fragrance process for me hardly noticeable. Only the fragrance gets warmer and closer to the skin over time. The tuberose then only wants to cuddle before quietly saying goodbye. What happens in France stays in France. But Miller Harris is the daughter of a British woman, who comes home with us.
He stands on the balcony of the apartment and waits for his love. You have a date here, 400 km away, for a long weekend. He's already prepared dinner. The white wine, a Frenchman, still cools. He's taken the bed, but he's not sure if she's really coming.
She's in the car, it's getting dark. She is afraid to get out and look for the apartment because she is not sure if he will be there. She'll have to replenish the scent just in case. From her hand luggage she rummages "Noix de Tubéreuse" from the British house Miller Harris. A splash on each wrist. The décolleté also gets a spray. The scent says: Courage. Go to him. There's three of you now. To the left of the young woman stands the girl, well-behaved and in love, and to her right the lady, a femme fatale, a slut. Wrapped in her scented dress, the woman types in the access code of the apartment door.
The two smell each other - he is wearing Ambre Sultan, by the way - and already know that the courage was worth it. They agree: This is crazy, and the best part is anyway.
Noix de Tubéreuse is a romance, an amour fou, a liason dangereuse - the dominant tuberose combines with the other scents of the pyramid to form a big whole. I can't filter out individual grades here. When the fragrant white flower enters the room, everything is already clear. That's a scent to take to bed with you.
The liaison is very durable and a fragrance process for me hardly noticeable. Only the fragrance gets warmer and closer to the skin over time. The tuberose then only wants to cuddle before quietly saying goodbye. What happens in France stays in France. But Miller Harris is the daughter of a British woman, who comes home with us.
Minou