02/11/2025

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Raluko111
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Shy, middle-aged Japanese debutante
Every time I spray Nobiyaka in my mind's eye the same scene always unfolds: a flock of middle-aged Japanese women sitting around a table in a cafe, backs straight, beige turtlenecks, all giggling into their hands once in a while, the way it's done here, a nervous, restrained sine curve cackle into your open palm, as though you're covering a sneeze or cough. All polite, restrained smiles that don't quite reach the eyes, rehearsed bits of standard social courtesy conversations. Sweet, discrete, boring. That is Nobiyaka.
It's starts off promising, 梅酒, plum wine with a squeeze of peach juice nestled on a bed of orris. I was waiting for it to evolve, to experience the journey of all those amazing ingredients listed in the pyramid of notes. After a while that initial sweetness solidifies a bit with a vibe of playdough. It's strangely sad and disappointing, then in 2,3 hours it just vanishes.
It's starts off promising, 梅酒, plum wine with a squeeze of peach juice nestled on a bed of orris. I was waiting for it to evolve, to experience the journey of all those amazing ingredients listed in the pyramid of notes. After a while that initial sweetness solidifies a bit with a vibe of playdough. It's strangely sad and disappointing, then in 2,3 hours it just vanishes.