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Dolce Vita Venezia
Admittedly: I bought the fragrance yesterday in Venice, so I can't imagine my association without this place...
It's late afternoon on a very hot summer's day in Venice. I shower the sun cream off my skin and enjoy the cool water. Afterwards, I wrap myself in a slightly shimmering body lotion that makes my freshly sun-kissed complexion glow. At sunset, we meet up with friends in a small, elegant wine bar right next to a canal. I'm wearing my favorite cream-colored silk dress: spaghetti straps and a discreet back neckline, my hair pinned up with a mother-of-pearl clip. The temperature is slowly dropping, the cobblestones are still warm. I take off my strappy sandals and walk barefoot. A gentle breeze, which smells wonderfully of sea salt, makes its way through the narrow streets. The day tourists have already left the island and it is quiet again. In the distance, I can still hear one of the street musicians playing a familiar but unnamable opera piece on his violin. I sip my ice-cold white wine - a soft and smooth Lugana - and enjoy the view of the magnificent façades, on which the swaying water of the canal conjures up wonderful reflections. They remind me of a shimmer of pearls..
It's late afternoon on a very hot summer's day in Venice. I shower the sun cream off my skin and enjoy the cool water. Afterwards, I wrap myself in a slightly shimmering body lotion that makes my freshly sun-kissed complexion glow. At sunset, we meet up with friends in a small, elegant wine bar right next to a canal. I'm wearing my favorite cream-colored silk dress: spaghetti straps and a discreet back neckline, my hair pinned up with a mother-of-pearl clip. The temperature is slowly dropping, the cobblestones are still warm. I take off my strappy sandals and walk barefoot. A gentle breeze, which smells wonderfully of sea salt, makes its way through the narrow streets. The day tourists have already left the island and it is quiet again. In the distance, I can still hear one of the street musicians playing a familiar but unnamable opera piece on his violin. I sip my ice-cold white wine - a soft and smooth Lugana - and enjoy the view of the magnificent façades, on which the swaying water of the canal conjures up wonderful reflections. They remind me of a shimmer of pearls..