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Italy longing
My bottle of Noble Potion comes from Verona.
One sunny day before, Venice had enchanted me. A craftsman had turned back when leaving and locking his workshop and pulled me in when I looked at his shop windows. A traditional glass workshop, a really old musty store as you would imagine. He repaired chandeliers and had some wonderful drinking glasses there for me to touch. He talked about the family business. Masterful craftsmanship. Mouth blown glass feels velvety, almost plastic, pliable. Blissful second October in Venice, sun, green blue, terracotta and Aperol Spritz for 4 euros 50.
The next day, strolling through Verona, I happened to see the Merchant of Venice store. Whooping, I ran away from my companion and rushed into the store. A really polite and friendly salesman gave me excellent advice. I smelled my way through the assortment, Fenice, Arabesque, Red Potion and Asian Inspirations. I was delighted, a great store, beautiful stories, chandeliers, finest glass vases everywhere. A jewel.
Finally I decided on Noble Potion, probably the tamest fragrance of all. I like wood, so I can't go far wrong. With erotic the physicality underlining undertone, as the seller told me. I got half the assortment of samples, all packed in a beautiful bag, and blissfully left the store.
Since last year I have Italy longing!
The store alone is worth a trip. Gigantic!
Ps: Noble Potion is woody, very woody, gentle, with perceptible Schwitziger note at the beginning, which is probably described here as cumin. Rather unobtrusive and not sweet. Pretty suitable for everyday use I would say.