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01/02/2024
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FOUGÈRE LAKES
The wind is blowing at the top of its voice today, making its rounds across fields and meadows. The noses are already excited and have swept their nostrils clear.
After breakfast in the herb garden, they want to start sniffing. They head out to the meadow terraces, where they can let their noses run free.
They are a little higher up from the city,
so that every nose is in a special mood.
From up there, they can catch everything and leave unpleasant odors far behind.
They have given lavender faces, for a fun fougère life.
Patchouli fairy tales and cedar figures dance in the wind until your nostrils are almost tired.
And the grapefruit and pepper make sure that no one turns out the lights.
To ensure that Lavender and Patch don't get up to any mischief, oakmoss
makes them both laugh.
The first scent notes are already tickling, it's nice how they flit through the noses.
They glow wonderfully like a blue butterfly, gently grazing our nose hair.
Now fougère laughter is in everyone's nostrils, soft and cozy high above the meadow terraces. Fougère scent high above the city, thoughts become a tiny leaf,
Scented dance fades, with cheers in the wind, until happy noses are home again.
After breakfast in the herb garden, they want to start sniffing. They head out to the meadow terraces, where they can let their noses run free.
They are a little higher up from the city,
so that every nose is in a special mood.
From up there, they can catch everything and leave unpleasant odors far behind.
They have given lavender faces, for a fun fougère life.
Patchouli fairy tales and cedar figures dance in the wind until your nostrils are almost tired.
And the grapefruit and pepper make sure that no one turns out the lights.
To ensure that Lavender and Patch don't get up to any mischief, oakmoss
makes them both laugh.
The first scent notes are already tickling, it's nice how they flit through the noses.
They glow wonderfully like a blue butterfly, gently grazing our nose hair.
Now fougère laughter is in everyone's nostrils, soft and cozy high above the meadow terraces. Fougère scent high above the city, thoughts become a tiny leaf,
Scented dance fades, with cheers in the wind, until happy noses are home again.
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