Ozbek Rifat Ozbek 1995 Eau de Parfum

I was perfume blogging late in the office on Friday night... I can't get excited because of Nackt IL P and my thoughts are olfactorily on the highway on a flying carpet with Allah and the crescent moon - ooooooZbekkkk!
There it is, this scent memory of an unattainable love, I wanted her to smell so delicately of this slightly fruity love elixir, alongside those delicate linden blossoms in June 1996 in this city.
The sticky Pittosporum flower clings to my scent thoughts. It has a jasmine-like narcotic fruity softness reminiscent of white nectarine, your delicate skin in rosy pink and your chiffon dress in white... the honey nectar should refresh you... from the combs... Cananga Odorata like in Mayotte, thank you JPG (but not Gaul the animal). My unknown love, the frozen pink freesia never lets us get closer... and yet I miss you... like the powderiness of your delicate fine heliotrope and musk-scented skin... My original bottle is discolored and oxidized but the memory of you is stronger...