Top Notes 
Bergamot
Victoria pineapple
Peach nectar
Heart Notes 
Cotton candy
Star jasmine
Wild rose
Base Notes 
Praliné
Patchouli
Sandalwood
Siam benzoin
08/06/2014
Calista
102 Reviews
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Calista
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Fancy a carousel ride?
Bright flashing lights, sultry warm air, a belly full of bratwurst and soft serve ice cream and cotton candy and liters of lukewarm cola, off we go to the carousel.
Sit down, the grimy ticket collector closes the bar, which of course presses down on the full belly. Loud, way too loud fairground music and the same overly cheerful voice from the ticket booth blares incessantly the same old text: "Be here again, now get on, the ride of your life!"
The belly grumbles suspiciously. Whiffs of cotton candy and gingerbread hearts with icing tickle the nose.
Here we go on the wild ride!
With a jolt, the carousel starts, the stomach contents rebel, the feet dangle in the air. The grimy ticket collector gives the seat a strong shove, everything sways, the stomach contents rebel.
The carousel is way too fast, the lights blink cheerfully in competition, the world swirls around, the seat creaks suspiciously, the bar presses down on the rebellious stomach contents.
Dizziness sets in, the rebellious stomach contents take on a life of their own, they rise.
The same old voice from off-screen blares: "And now a round backwards!"
You cling to the seat, which still creaks suspiciously, the huge centrifuge changes direction, of course abruptly.
You send a prayer to heaven: Please dear God, let me die!
Parts of the rebellious stomach contents instead of fun in the cheeks, you look for a fixed point to focus on. There is none.
With a jolt, the carousel finally stops after what feels like an eternity, the bar opens.
Dizzy, you struggle out of the seat, everything spins, the ground sways. The rebellious stomach contents slowly calm down, the same old voice from off-screen blares: "Thank you for riding with us, come back soon!"
Playboy "Pin Up" is one of the most terrible things I have ever tested. Sweeter than sweet, louder than loud, cheaper than cheap. No Go, no Chance, no Way!!
Sit down, the grimy ticket collector closes the bar, which of course presses down on the full belly. Loud, way too loud fairground music and the same overly cheerful voice from the ticket booth blares incessantly the same old text: "Be here again, now get on, the ride of your life!"
The belly grumbles suspiciously. Whiffs of cotton candy and gingerbread hearts with icing tickle the nose.
Here we go on the wild ride!
With a jolt, the carousel starts, the stomach contents rebel, the feet dangle in the air. The grimy ticket collector gives the seat a strong shove, everything sways, the stomach contents rebel.
The carousel is way too fast, the lights blink cheerfully in competition, the world swirls around, the seat creaks suspiciously, the bar presses down on the rebellious stomach contents.
Dizziness sets in, the rebellious stomach contents take on a life of their own, they rise.
The same old voice from off-screen blares: "And now a round backwards!"
You cling to the seat, which still creaks suspiciously, the huge centrifuge changes direction, of course abruptly.
You send a prayer to heaven: Please dear God, let me die!
Parts of the rebellious stomach contents instead of fun in the cheeks, you look for a fixed point to focus on. There is none.
With a jolt, the carousel finally stops after what feels like an eternity, the bar opens.
Dizzy, you struggle out of the seat, everything spins, the ground sways. The rebellious stomach contents slowly calm down, the same old voice from off-screen blares: "Thank you for riding with us, come back soon!"
Playboy "Pin Up" is one of the most terrible things I have ever tested. Sweeter than sweet, louder than loud, cheaper than cheap. No Go, no Chance, no Way!!
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