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Shock infatuation and then flash divorce
Or also: A skin chemistry rant.
But before that, a short anecdote about how the fragrance found me:
From a dear Parfuma I got a sample of NR Musc Noir and when I opened the letter, I was blown away - but not by the Musc Noir, as I was quickly allowed to determine (the actually disappointed me), but by the small love letter. The Parfuma had namely scented, and really dufte. I could not put the letter aside for long, but sniffed it again and again and wondered what it was. The letter enveloped me in a spicy-creamy, slightly floral cloud - my cloud 7, so to speak - and everything was nice and round. Everything fit and reminded me a bit of my favorite Lenor fabric softener, which (my heart still weeps) has been discontinued. The dark green, emerald and ivory blossom.
But that's matrrial for another rant.
So I snuck up on said perfumer and asked, holy grasshopper, why does the fragrance mail smell so terrific?
About a day I then anxious, and finally the news:
Crystal Noir.
I tipped from the Latschen, would never have thought that is the. So off I went, sample procured and off on the test strip. Oh how beautiful. There he was, my love letter fragrance and I floated again on my Wölkchen.
Today then on one of my fragrance walks testgetragen.
And...
Phew, which starts yes fresher than I thought! Because of black crystal.
Hm. Ginger is probably not so mine as a perfume. Rather stay in the teacup, my friend!
And then kawusch - he was gone. Wait, anosmia? Ah, no, there he is again. The ginger slowly said adieu and the floral notes took the lead, albeit with a prickly-disturbing constant accompaniment. I can only assume that this is the pepper.
At some point, the creaminess finally comes, but also the Piekselt me.
Back home then envelops me the sillage, which is yet clearly powerful. However, I also have a sensitive nose. Such has also my little mini-me, which is why the dark crystal should leave my skin again. But oops. It's not just spikes, it's barbs! Even after four soap removal measures, he was still there - but now without piekseln and more like my little love letter.
Hmpf. With my skin chemistry I'm not talking for the next few days, I'm huffy. Not the first time that she does funny things.
By the way, I can confirm a certain parallel to the base of This is Her or the Zadigs - but they are rather loosely known. Crystal Noir may have passed it by once.
And thanks to those who have written in the statements that they smell wet bathing suits.
I smell since then also.
But before that, a short anecdote about how the fragrance found me:
From a dear Parfuma I got a sample of NR Musc Noir and when I opened the letter, I was blown away - but not by the Musc Noir, as I was quickly allowed to determine (the actually disappointed me), but by the small love letter. The Parfuma had namely scented, and really dufte. I could not put the letter aside for long, but sniffed it again and again and wondered what it was. The letter enveloped me in a spicy-creamy, slightly floral cloud - my cloud 7, so to speak - and everything was nice and round. Everything fit and reminded me a bit of my favorite Lenor fabric softener, which (my heart still weeps) has been discontinued. The dark green, emerald and ivory blossom.
But that's matrrial for another rant.
So I snuck up on said perfumer and asked, holy grasshopper, why does the fragrance mail smell so terrific?
About a day I then anxious, and finally the news:
Crystal Noir.
I tipped from the Latschen, would never have thought that is the. So off I went, sample procured and off on the test strip. Oh how beautiful. There he was, my love letter fragrance and I floated again on my Wölkchen.
Today then on one of my fragrance walks testgetragen.
And...
Phew, which starts yes fresher than I thought! Because of black crystal.
Hm. Ginger is probably not so mine as a perfume. Rather stay in the teacup, my friend!
And then kawusch - he was gone. Wait, anosmia? Ah, no, there he is again. The ginger slowly said adieu and the floral notes took the lead, albeit with a prickly-disturbing constant accompaniment. I can only assume that this is the pepper.
At some point, the creaminess finally comes, but also the Piekselt me.
Back home then envelops me the sillage, which is yet clearly powerful. However, I also have a sensitive nose. Such has also my little mini-me, which is why the dark crystal should leave my skin again. But oops. It's not just spikes, it's barbs! Even after four soap removal measures, he was still there - but now without piekseln and more like my little love letter.
Hmpf. With my skin chemistry I'm not talking for the next few days, I'm huffy. Not the first time that she does funny things.
By the way, I can confirm a certain parallel to the base of This is Her or the Zadigs - but they are rather loosely known. Crystal Noir may have passed it by once.
And thanks to those who have written in the statements that they smell wet bathing suits.
I smell since then also.
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