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Serenissima
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Serenissima
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the vanilla lady
She loved these winter days in her orangery:
Outside lay the pristine snow, the winter sun painting sharp shadows; so that the bare branches of the trees looked like artistic silhouettes.
In here was the ideal abode for her beloved plants; to them she devoted a few hours every day. This care was repaid to her by the beauty of leaves, blossoms, and fragrances.
As always, she began her tour by her Mediterranean potted plants:
Delicately she wiped a damp cloth over their dark green, glazed-looking leaves; plucked off a few wilted blossoms here and there, and lovingly stroked the scarred skin of mandarins and bergamots: how she loved to touch them while experiencing their aromatic fresh scent.
Blackcurrant bushes were already growing in her corner when she discovered this orangery for herself years ago.
These, too, were already thanking her for her constant care with scattered fruit and dense, tart-smelling foliage.
In a narrower corridor were the large tubs of gardenia bushes, whose blooming was now in high season: they were not stingy with their scents, and so perfumed the air before going into the so-called garden area, where the queens of flowers were having a rendezvous.
But first, the happy little violet wanted to be greeted; after all, it didn't just smell for its own pleasure: it also wanted to contribute to the incipient floral feel-good aroma.
Jasmine, rose and iris could live well with it: they were aware of their beauty and put themselves accordingly in scene.
After the southern freshness, a noble floral fragrance presentation now gained space; the illusion of summer was laid at her feet in strong white, pink and iris lilac.
Not only that, but these scents enveloped her generously and richly!
She concluded her walk, as usual, by the orchids; she especially loved her bourbon vanilla orchids. Their long tendrils provided a natural shelter for the other varieties of orchids, which didn't much appreciate the sunlight as tree dwellers; with the numerous funnel-shaped flowers exuding their vanilla aroma in rich swathes.
She felt at ease all around, enjoying this rich array of scents that presented itself.
As always, she sat down on the simple bench that stood here to linger in this boon for some time.
Up to this point her guest, a scent-artist from the house of "The Merchant of Venice" had accompanied her almost silently, almost devoutly.
He, too, took delight in this olfactory experience with all his trained senses.
But even more: in thought he added some more from his own treasure chest.
Thus, with the addition of aromatic, spicy sandalwood and cedar notes, as well as a secret balsamic blend, a sensual, warm vanilla fragrance goddess was created that enclosed everyone near her in her generous, intensely fragrant embrace.
Happy with this inspiration, he put his thoughts to the lady of the house and they agreed, in keeping with the regulations of the brand he represented, on the name "Vanilla Orchid".
Because it was decided to put this creation of fragrance in the family of the "Museum Collection": there play for years successfully the soloists!
They become home in the red glass flacons, which are so pleasant in the hand.
Many of the fragrances that reside there, you can easily mix and create your own magic garden from it.
But also as single performers they are magical and "Vanilla Orchid" is no exception.
This fragrance artwork, warming and protective, very sensual and feminine, accompanies for several hours and gives comfort; especially on cool and gray days.
But also on occasions when caresses and affectionate cuddling are needed, it is the right companion and comforter.
Although powerful in appearance, this creation of "The Merchant of Venice" is also never annoying or unpleasant: it just follows the noble Venetian footsteps and elegantly invites you to follow it.
Outside lay the pristine snow, the winter sun painting sharp shadows; so that the bare branches of the trees looked like artistic silhouettes.
In here was the ideal abode for her beloved plants; to them she devoted a few hours every day. This care was repaid to her by the beauty of leaves, blossoms, and fragrances.
As always, she began her tour by her Mediterranean potted plants:
Delicately she wiped a damp cloth over their dark green, glazed-looking leaves; plucked off a few wilted blossoms here and there, and lovingly stroked the scarred skin of mandarins and bergamots: how she loved to touch them while experiencing their aromatic fresh scent.
Blackcurrant bushes were already growing in her corner when she discovered this orangery for herself years ago.
These, too, were already thanking her for her constant care with scattered fruit and dense, tart-smelling foliage.
In a narrower corridor were the large tubs of gardenia bushes, whose blooming was now in high season: they were not stingy with their scents, and so perfumed the air before going into the so-called garden area, where the queens of flowers were having a rendezvous.
But first, the happy little violet wanted to be greeted; after all, it didn't just smell for its own pleasure: it also wanted to contribute to the incipient floral feel-good aroma.
Jasmine, rose and iris could live well with it: they were aware of their beauty and put themselves accordingly in scene.
After the southern freshness, a noble floral fragrance presentation now gained space; the illusion of summer was laid at her feet in strong white, pink and iris lilac.
Not only that, but these scents enveloped her generously and richly!
She concluded her walk, as usual, by the orchids; she especially loved her bourbon vanilla orchids. Their long tendrils provided a natural shelter for the other varieties of orchids, which didn't much appreciate the sunlight as tree dwellers; with the numerous funnel-shaped flowers exuding their vanilla aroma in rich swathes.
She felt at ease all around, enjoying this rich array of scents that presented itself.
As always, she sat down on the simple bench that stood here to linger in this boon for some time.
Up to this point her guest, a scent-artist from the house of "The Merchant of Venice" had accompanied her almost silently, almost devoutly.
He, too, took delight in this olfactory experience with all his trained senses.
But even more: in thought he added some more from his own treasure chest.
Thus, with the addition of aromatic, spicy sandalwood and cedar notes, as well as a secret balsamic blend, a sensual, warm vanilla fragrance goddess was created that enclosed everyone near her in her generous, intensely fragrant embrace.
Happy with this inspiration, he put his thoughts to the lady of the house and they agreed, in keeping with the regulations of the brand he represented, on the name "Vanilla Orchid".
Because it was decided to put this creation of fragrance in the family of the "Museum Collection": there play for years successfully the soloists!
They become home in the red glass flacons, which are so pleasant in the hand.
Many of the fragrances that reside there, you can easily mix and create your own magic garden from it.
But also as single performers they are magical and "Vanilla Orchid" is no exception.
This fragrance artwork, warming and protective, very sensual and feminine, accompanies for several hours and gives comfort; especially on cool and gray days.
But also on occasions when caresses and affectionate cuddling are needed, it is the right companion and comforter.
Although powerful in appearance, this creation of "The Merchant of Venice" is also never annoying or unpleasant: it just follows the noble Venetian footsteps and elegantly invites you to follow it.
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