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An attempt to say it through the flower! Platitudes, phrases, idioms!
Let's go with the perfume to touch, see if the chemistry is right.
Let's take a closer look at Rose de Kandahar, separate the wheat from the chaff.
The fragrance goes ran like Blücher, it is not spilled, but geklotzt.
At the beginning of the apricot fruitiness immediately haut fresh-spicy on the Putz.
Cinnamon throws his hat into the ring, but immediately shifts down a gear.
Bitter almond stands toe to toe, so sweetness doesn't play first fiddle.
Still a shadow of its former self, the rose has its back to the wall.
The stern scent of wet hay hides the rose like a needle in a haystack.
It's high time for the rose, otherwise she's not worth a shot of powder.
And she won't let the butter be taken off her bread, she'll put on more than one tooth.
The rose rises like a phoenix from the ashes and bangs on mightily.
She masters her rose-scented facets as if by rote, everything is in butter.
We float on cloud nine, a scent feeling like to be bedded on roses.
The slight bitterness of the almond remains the salt in the not sweet soup.
To stand up to the florality of the rose, tobacco is raised to the shield.
Tobacco rides the rose's coattails well and appears as bold as Oscar.
The scent is at a crossroads, but the rose keeps the tobacco well in check.
The point is, both have it fistfuls.
Ultimately, the tobacco backs the rose up and reaches out.
The rosy-warm spiciness of both runs like a thread through the fragrance.
But not all days are over yet, not everything is under wraps.
The perfume base as the ace in the sleeve puts the crown on the fragrance.
Cinnamon has made off, musty-harsh vetiver plays the stopgap.
The vanilla knocks cautiously on the bush, but keeps the ball quite flat.
Bitter almond smells almost to the bitter end, but now gives up the spoon.
Marzipan Tonka bean jumps into the breach, sweetness laughs in the fist.
Patchouli has dirt on it, earthy-woody hits the nail on the head.
There we have the salad, but Patchouli has made the bill without the host.
That doesn't take the wind out of the rose's sails, it shows what a rake is.
This rose is thorny and has hair on its teeth, earthy-floral it stays on the ball.
And she keeps tart-sweet-dark in charge until the end, lucky.
As a rose fragrance the egg of Columbus, Une Rose de Kandahar hits the mark.
Thick air at arm's length about 6 hours, end in the terrain is after 10 hours.
Packaging and Tauer flacon an old hat, the high price is me Wurst.
A load off my mind. I hope you don't get
cold feet reading this cold feet while reading, don't hang your head or grow grey hairs either!
I'm keeping my fingers crossed for everyone!
Let's take a closer look at Rose de Kandahar, separate the wheat from the chaff.
The fragrance goes ran like Blücher, it is not spilled, but geklotzt.
At the beginning of the apricot fruitiness immediately haut fresh-spicy on the Putz.
Cinnamon throws his hat into the ring, but immediately shifts down a gear.
Bitter almond stands toe to toe, so sweetness doesn't play first fiddle.
Still a shadow of its former self, the rose has its back to the wall.
The stern scent of wet hay hides the rose like a needle in a haystack.
It's high time for the rose, otherwise she's not worth a shot of powder.
And she won't let the butter be taken off her bread, she'll put on more than one tooth.
The rose rises like a phoenix from the ashes and bangs on mightily.
She masters her rose-scented facets as if by rote, everything is in butter.
We float on cloud nine, a scent feeling like to be bedded on roses.
The slight bitterness of the almond remains the salt in the not sweet soup.
To stand up to the florality of the rose, tobacco is raised to the shield.
Tobacco rides the rose's coattails well and appears as bold as Oscar.
The scent is at a crossroads, but the rose keeps the tobacco well in check.
The point is, both have it fistfuls.
Ultimately, the tobacco backs the rose up and reaches out.
The rosy-warm spiciness of both runs like a thread through the fragrance.
But not all days are over yet, not everything is under wraps.
The perfume base as the ace in the sleeve puts the crown on the fragrance.
Cinnamon has made off, musty-harsh vetiver plays the stopgap.
The vanilla knocks cautiously on the bush, but keeps the ball quite flat.
Bitter almond smells almost to the bitter end, but now gives up the spoon.
Marzipan Tonka bean jumps into the breach, sweetness laughs in the fist.
Patchouli has dirt on it, earthy-woody hits the nail on the head.
There we have the salad, but Patchouli has made the bill without the host.
That doesn't take the wind out of the rose's sails, it shows what a rake is.
This rose is thorny and has hair on its teeth, earthy-floral it stays on the ball.
And she keeps tart-sweet-dark in charge until the end, lucky.
As a rose fragrance the egg of Columbus, Une Rose de Kandahar hits the mark.
Thick air at arm's length about 6 hours, end in the terrain is after 10 hours.
Packaging and Tauer flacon an old hat, the high price is me Wurst.
A load off my mind. I hope you don't get
cold feet reading this cold feet while reading, don't hang your head or grow grey hairs either!
I'm keeping my fingers crossed for everyone!
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