Top Notes 
Rose
Bergamot
Heart Notes 
Vanilla
Cedar
Patchouli
Base Notes 
Amber
Sandalwood
Musk
Can777
257 Reviews
Translated · Show original
Can777
Top Review
22
Le ballon masqué-Der Maskenball
The masquerade was well underway. Drunken and loudly laughing guests as far as the eye could see. Vulgar, decadent, and ordinary became the scene. It was time to leave. Now and immediately would be best. I could feel the champagne.
But then I saw her. She stood at the other end of the hall on a staircase, observing the
illustrious goings-on just like I was. She wore a long black dress with a back cutout that went down to her lower back. Her face was adorned with a golden fox mask. She seemed to have seen me and walked towards me.
The masses seemed to part, and even the violins sounded different than before as she approached me. She walked around me and whispered into my ear from behind, 'Come'!
The scent she exuded overwhelmed my senses. She trailed it behind her as we walked through endless corridors and hallways of the palazzo.
Until we stood before a black door whose knob was a golden mouth. She unlocked the door with a golden key that she pulled from her tightly pinned black hair. As her hair fell loose, it cascaded over her bare back.
The intoxicating smell emanating from her intensified even more.
Her entire room was bathed in candlelight and adorned with bouquets of roses.
We undressed down to our masks, and the fire shot through our loins.
Wild and unrestrained. Uninhibited and passionately we made love.
Surrounded by the dark rose scent that mingled with the smoky aroma of amber candles.
Her body smelled of vanilla and musk at the most intimate parts, writhing on the sheets full of lust and desire. The bed made of roses and sandalwood to which she bound me, riding me through the night. The patchouli oil with which we indulged, glistening like golden saliva on our bodies.
I will never forget the scent of that night, never and ever.
Nor the scratch that looked like a D on my shoulder.
Conclusion
I don’t want to say anything more about it today... some impressions should be left as beautifully perfect as they are.
This scent is it!
But then I saw her. She stood at the other end of the hall on a staircase, observing the
illustrious goings-on just like I was. She wore a long black dress with a back cutout that went down to her lower back. Her face was adorned with a golden fox mask. She seemed to have seen me and walked towards me.
The masses seemed to part, and even the violins sounded different than before as she approached me. She walked around me and whispered into my ear from behind, 'Come'!
The scent she exuded overwhelmed my senses. She trailed it behind her as we walked through endless corridors and hallways of the palazzo.
Until we stood before a black door whose knob was a golden mouth. She unlocked the door with a golden key that she pulled from her tightly pinned black hair. As her hair fell loose, it cascaded over her bare back.
The intoxicating smell emanating from her intensified even more.
Her entire room was bathed in candlelight and adorned with bouquets of roses.
We undressed down to our masks, and the fire shot through our loins.
Wild and unrestrained. Uninhibited and passionately we made love.
Surrounded by the dark rose scent that mingled with the smoky aroma of amber candles.
Her body smelled of vanilla and musk at the most intimate parts, writhing on the sheets full of lust and desire. The bed made of roses and sandalwood to which she bound me, riding me through the night. The patchouli oil with which we indulged, glistening like golden saliva on our bodies.
I will never forget the scent of that night, never and ever.
Nor the scratch that looked like a D on my shoulder.
Conclusion
I don’t want to say anything more about it today... some impressions should be left as beautifully perfect as they are.
This scent is it!
9 Comments
Bastian
Eggi37
Sweetsmell75
SchatzSucher
Can777
Parfumista16
Yatagan
Ergreifend
Ergoproxy
ParfumAholic
