Black Afgano Nasomatto 2009 Extrait de Parfum

Hemp, a scent on my skin, like a monument
No steam, of a fuse burning on the side street

A start slightly green, yet much more natural than many top-heavy perfumes

But nature is your own will
The resins drop on the skin
It's like a holiday,your green herb

The darkness that's on the outside of you is like a facade that hides a light fruitiness.

The woods of agar,
a noble raw material,
riding on alpaca
In tobacco fields, no smog,
Childish fantasies shoot into my head

On wet days, you warm me like a raincoat
And on warm ones, you show your ware dominance when I unwrap you.

Gualtieri, a connoisseur, keep your chords hidden
Am not a flacon collector, but gladly support your concept.

My favorite thing is
When you smell a scent and a story pops into your head
Happens rarely, then you are in your dream worlds