10/28/2023
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Christmas rush seduction
Freshly in love, with mulled wine in one hand and the beloved on the other, I strolled, no floated along the Christmas glittered street. The air was filled with vanilla, cinnamon, grilled sausages, laughter and shopping frenzy. Jugglers and musicians finally transported me completely into another illustrious world. In a side street, an exclusive perfumery invited me to a tasting of, how could it be otherwise, the Storie Veneziane fragrances. The hand-blown Murano glass masks on the leather-covered bottle smiled seductively at me. Spraying on the fragrance, I heard a beckoning whisper of elegant vanilla, wood from an old merchant ship, and leather from a hidden little workshop of an old shoemaker in Venice, which became a dreamlike memory on the way home, along with all the images and sounds of the evening.
In the next few days, completely unexpectedly I heard the beckoning whisper again, as if from nowhere, and finally drew me again and again to that same small, exclusive perfumery. The beloved recognized my budding obsession and finally, one evening, a magically decorated package lay on my table. Full of foreboding and at the same time incredulous, I unwrapped the box with my heart beating faster. And there it was in front of me, this unique whispering bottle ... Expectantly I sprayed me the fragrance and found myself in a cloud of --RUM!!!!
Where was the magic, the vanilla, the enveloping-mysterious woody-leathery aura? But before I could think this thought to the end, the fragrance was already gone again.
And so remained for me even with repeated use this alluring whisper, against which I can not resist, not tangible, not definable, sometimes the rum speaks louder, sometimes the vanilla, sometimes the woody leathery purring for hours on my skin ...
In the next few days, completely unexpectedly I heard the beckoning whisper again, as if from nowhere, and finally drew me again and again to that same small, exclusive perfumery. The beloved recognized my budding obsession and finally, one evening, a magically decorated package lay on my table. Full of foreboding and at the same time incredulous, I unwrapped the box with my heart beating faster. And there it was in front of me, this unique whispering bottle ... Expectantly I sprayed me the fragrance and found myself in a cloud of --RUM!!!!
Where was the magic, the vanilla, the enveloping-mysterious woody-leathery aura? But before I could think this thought to the end, the fragrance was already gone again.
And so remained for me even with repeated use this alluring whisper, against which I can not resist, not tangible, not definable, sometimes the rum speaks louder, sometimes the vanilla, sometimes the woody leathery purring for hours on my skin ...
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