Top Notes 
Coconut
Pineapple
Mandarin orange
Raspberry leaf
Obsolete Burlap
Heart Notes 
Rose
Iris
Base Notes 
Sandalwood
Amber
4ajbukoshka
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4ajbukoshka
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Why does everyone always steal my perfumes?
I am known in my circle of friends for some "quirks".
For example, I like to wear men's clothing and perfumes.
Just recently, a young man, that cheeky rascal, stole my dearly beloved sailor from the perfume cabinet (it's more of a shelf, there's not much in there) (now I remember why I'm not someone who displays perfumes openly or even as decorative objects; it's not about proper storage, haha, no, I do it preventively so that people stop helping themselves to my treasures).
His comment: "I’ll use it and we both benefit. You can smell it on me, and I don’t have to think about men when I'm with you. That's weird."
What does the sailor have to do with Eau de Lacoste L.12.12 pour Elle Natural?
It's an endless story...
We are in the year 2018. It's summer, and I've spent the whole day with my nose in books and in front of the screen. In the evening, we want to hang out and grill in the park with a few friends.
However, I can't make it home beforehand. So, the dear fellow sufferer... um... study partner (he's actually not that nice, but I don't know that at this point) offers to prepare something to eat at his place (he lives almost next to the library) and let me freshen up.
Said and done.
I make my favorite salad, glass noodle salad, today vegan.
After that, I disappear into the bathroom. Good thing I always have everything I need in my bag within a bag: at least two different lipsticks, deodorant cream, and a perfume or at least samples of something hopefully good-smelling.
I run my fingers through my curls and apply two spritzes of this summer crocodile that I just discovered recently.
I don't particularly like to wear "my" scent at temperatures around 30 degrees, too great is the fear that it could turn into a stinky woman on the bus and I can't get rid of it, but rather the love and the many positive associations I have with it. So, in my very small, quickly dissipating scent cloud, I leave the bathroom and emerge as a summer-fresh crocodile lover.
A few hours later, I can hardly smell it anymore. I sniff hard at my wrists and perceive something soft, slightly sweet. Probably the amber.
Okay, the summer crocodile is weakening a bit here, but maybe my nose is just distracted by all the food, the garlic, and later by the campfire.
I smell good as always, a friend confirms, whose head eventually ends up in my lap.
The summer crocodile is a good seasonal worker. I've been using it for about a month now and am still super satisfied with it.
The next day comes the rude awakening.
I leave the house in a hurry, running late again... no time for anything, neither for combing my hair nor for perfume.
But whatever. I have fingers and my summer crocodile in the bag within the bag. I thought.
Wasn't it there just yesterday?!
No matter. No time to think about such things now.
Hours later in the library.
Why does this guy smell like coconut? Did he secretly use his girlfriend's shower gel? Does he even have a girlfriend? It didn't look like it in his bathroom, and I didn't ask. I just wasn't interested.
Somehow, this smell seems familiar to me, yet somehow not.
My dear study partner talks and talks, but not a word about a girlfriend.
Me: "Hey, what shower gel do you use?"
He: "Oh, you ask questions. If I knew. Some one from duschdas, but I'm not sure."
I furrow my brow: "You smell so different today. Please don't take this the wrong way, but do you have a girlfriend?"
He starts laughing dirty, that devil: "Aaaaaha. I was wondering when you would catch on. Aren't you missing something?"
I, at that point busy with studying and 99 problems, am completely clueless: "No idea, but I'm hungry, so don't provoke me, or I'll be attractiiive."
He shrugs: "You left a small bottle on my sink. The color told me it was okay to use it too."
It dawns on me: "You used MY PERFUME? Are you SERIOUS?!"
"Yeah - I even sprayed some more before you came. But you didn't even notice."
I, completely unembarrassed, bring my nose closer to his neck. Wow. Okay. I remember it differently. Where there was coconut before, now there's something floral, herbal, yes, maybe woody, reminiscent of vanilla, but not my favorite vanilla, rather like vanilla pods or something more synthetic.
On me, the scent smells different. Sweeter, softer. But on me, I also initially don't smell coconut, but rather somewhat indefinable citrus fruits.
Iiiinteresting, so it works the other way around too. And surprisingly, this guy smells good too.
I thought before that the summer crocodile was for my age group. The guy, now not half as nice in my favor, is over ten years older than me. And I now consider him an a...hole, as he just used my perfume without asking and didn't bring it back to me.
But I only remember that later. After all, I came here to study.
A few days later, I bring up my summer crocodile with him.
He says I've managed without it for so long, I don't actually miss it at all, and there must be better perfumes for women, what kind of women's perfume is it if a man can wear it. Tzzz... Not just an a...hole, no, also a macho and someone who has no clue, on top of that. Aaaargh.
[Insert swear words in Russian here]
He even got compliments from women for it. And the bottle is only half full anyway. If at all.
I roll my eyes: "You know what? I don't want to smell like you anyway, stink! Keep it as a thank you for your help with studying and leave me in peace."
I am now on the hunt for a better summer crocodile.
Maybe the light pink one.
To be continued.
But I hope the series of men who steal or beg for my perfumes doesn't produce another season.
For example, I like to wear men's clothing and perfumes.
Just recently, a young man, that cheeky rascal, stole my dearly beloved sailor from the perfume cabinet (it's more of a shelf, there's not much in there) (now I remember why I'm not someone who displays perfumes openly or even as decorative objects; it's not about proper storage, haha, no, I do it preventively so that people stop helping themselves to my treasures).
His comment: "I’ll use it and we both benefit. You can smell it on me, and I don’t have to think about men when I'm with you. That's weird."
What does the sailor have to do with Eau de Lacoste L.12.12 pour Elle Natural?
It's an endless story...
We are in the year 2018. It's summer, and I've spent the whole day with my nose in books and in front of the screen. In the evening, we want to hang out and grill in the park with a few friends.
However, I can't make it home beforehand. So, the dear fellow sufferer... um... study partner (he's actually not that nice, but I don't know that at this point) offers to prepare something to eat at his place (he lives almost next to the library) and let me freshen up.
Said and done.
I make my favorite salad, glass noodle salad, today vegan.
After that, I disappear into the bathroom. Good thing I always have everything I need in my bag within a bag: at least two different lipsticks, deodorant cream, and a perfume or at least samples of something hopefully good-smelling.
I run my fingers through my curls and apply two spritzes of this summer crocodile that I just discovered recently.
I don't particularly like to wear "my" scent at temperatures around 30 degrees, too great is the fear that it could turn into a stinky woman on the bus and I can't get rid of it, but rather the love and the many positive associations I have with it. So, in my very small, quickly dissipating scent cloud, I leave the bathroom and emerge as a summer-fresh crocodile lover.
A few hours later, I can hardly smell it anymore. I sniff hard at my wrists and perceive something soft, slightly sweet. Probably the amber.
Okay, the summer crocodile is weakening a bit here, but maybe my nose is just distracted by all the food, the garlic, and later by the campfire.
I smell good as always, a friend confirms, whose head eventually ends up in my lap.
The summer crocodile is a good seasonal worker. I've been using it for about a month now and am still super satisfied with it.
The next day comes the rude awakening.
I leave the house in a hurry, running late again... no time for anything, neither for combing my hair nor for perfume.
But whatever. I have fingers and my summer crocodile in the bag within the bag. I thought.
Wasn't it there just yesterday?!
No matter. No time to think about such things now.
Hours later in the library.
Why does this guy smell like coconut? Did he secretly use his girlfriend's shower gel? Does he even have a girlfriend? It didn't look like it in his bathroom, and I didn't ask. I just wasn't interested.
Somehow, this smell seems familiar to me, yet somehow not.
My dear study partner talks and talks, but not a word about a girlfriend.
Me: "Hey, what shower gel do you use?"
He: "Oh, you ask questions. If I knew. Some one from duschdas, but I'm not sure."
I furrow my brow: "You smell so different today. Please don't take this the wrong way, but do you have a girlfriend?"
He starts laughing dirty, that devil: "Aaaaaha. I was wondering when you would catch on. Aren't you missing something?"
I, at that point busy with studying and 99 problems, am completely clueless: "No idea, but I'm hungry, so don't provoke me, or I'll be attractiiive."
He shrugs: "You left a small bottle on my sink. The color told me it was okay to use it too."
It dawns on me: "You used MY PERFUME? Are you SERIOUS?!"
"Yeah - I even sprayed some more before you came. But you didn't even notice."
I, completely unembarrassed, bring my nose closer to his neck. Wow. Okay. I remember it differently. Where there was coconut before, now there's something floral, herbal, yes, maybe woody, reminiscent of vanilla, but not my favorite vanilla, rather like vanilla pods or something more synthetic.
On me, the scent smells different. Sweeter, softer. But on me, I also initially don't smell coconut, but rather somewhat indefinable citrus fruits.
Iiiinteresting, so it works the other way around too. And surprisingly, this guy smells good too.
I thought before that the summer crocodile was for my age group. The guy, now not half as nice in my favor, is over ten years older than me. And I now consider him an a...hole, as he just used my perfume without asking and didn't bring it back to me.
But I only remember that later. After all, I came here to study.
A few days later, I bring up my summer crocodile with him.
He says I've managed without it for so long, I don't actually miss it at all, and there must be better perfumes for women, what kind of women's perfume is it if a man can wear it. Tzzz... Not just an a...hole, no, also a macho and someone who has no clue, on top of that. Aaaargh.
[Insert swear words in Russian here]
He even got compliments from women for it. And the bottle is only half full anyway. If at all.
I roll my eyes: "You know what? I don't want to smell like you anyway, stink! Keep it as a thank you for your help with studying and leave me in peace."
I am now on the hunt for a better summer crocodile.
Maybe the light pink one.
To be continued.
But I hope the series of men who steal or beg for my perfumes doesn't produce another season.
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