Victrix Profumum Roma 2002

Green scents like to fall into the trap, and Victrix does not.

-He is not a tender little plant, which hardly pulled from the bottle miserably shrinks, but seems to unfold on my skin so properly

-It also does not start too modern and after half an hour does not turn into a watery syrup that smells like vanilla or caramel, but remains true to its color

-He does not reflect to me an artificial lawn, which one may not even enter then to all mischief, let alone lie down in it

-Victirx is not a photoshopped garden in which the eternally same weather flickers

-nor is it put-upon masculine or razor-sharp like some from the barber shop

-it doesn't get lost in a dark fir forest, (nothing against resinous forest scents, but then Victirx is rather not a forest scent, or maybe it is?

-Well - somehow Victrix manages to sell me an ivy-colored green that I'm sure exists somewhere - just not here, alas.

Anyway, long live the illusion, and for victoriously circumnavigating so many blunders, I think Victrix has rightfully earned his name.