Zara Man Silver Zara Eau de Toilette
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Mailbox scent
On parfumo I got to know a word that I have never heard before: Mailbox scent. It's obviously a perfume that one quickly throws up when one doesn't want to just go off. It has to be effortless, handy and without worrying that it might be empty one day. Still, it should be great enough that others nod when you walk by.
So this scent is a mailbox scent. You spray it on and rush down the stairs, and a sporty freshness spreads in the hallway that should not displease anyone. If the postman is still standing around downstairs, he thinks to himself: Aha, a shower has been taken here. When the older neighbour from the ground floor stands in the doorway, she mumbles: Finally, the cleaning brigade. And the children on the bobby car are smiling because an aquatic super grobi has just passed them by
It is forbidden to want to locate a pyramid of scent, because it is the purest of synthetics. When the people from the Zara marketing department came into the laboratory and raved about "lemon", "cyclamen" and "orange blossom", the white coats laughed themselves to death. Yes, their glasses steamed up and they had to wipe the tears from their eyes. "Cardamom!" Ha-ha-ha. "Amber!" Ha-ha-ha-ha. "And here, look out: PATCHOULI!". HAHAHAHAHA!
Still on the way home they giggled, so that the people at the bus stop shook their heads helplessly.
But wait, mailbox people. There's nothing wrong with the smell. It's silvery fresh, lemony cheerful, and spreads a tickling nautical all around you in the colors of the old Fa advertising. Just azure soap. And he has an amazing projection. Also the durability is so good that it holds loose until the DHL messenger, who rings annoyed in the afternoon and curses the 3rd floor, even if it smells so controlled-clean there.
By the way, the guys in the lab would never spray themselves with that scent. They know that what soups around in their steel vats is just an odorous compromise for impulse buyers. The guys from the marketing department, on the other hand, like to spray themselves in the evening with the test bottles they took away. "Cyclamen and orange blossom," they say. "That's really good."
So this scent is a mailbox scent. You spray it on and rush down the stairs, and a sporty freshness spreads in the hallway that should not displease anyone. If the postman is still standing around downstairs, he thinks to himself: Aha, a shower has been taken here. When the older neighbour from the ground floor stands in the doorway, she mumbles: Finally, the cleaning brigade. And the children on the bobby car are smiling because an aquatic super grobi has just passed them by
It is forbidden to want to locate a pyramid of scent, because it is the purest of synthetics. When the people from the Zara marketing department came into the laboratory and raved about "lemon", "cyclamen" and "orange blossom", the white coats laughed themselves to death. Yes, their glasses steamed up and they had to wipe the tears from their eyes. "Cardamom!" Ha-ha-ha. "Amber!" Ha-ha-ha-ha. "And here, look out: PATCHOULI!". HAHAHAHAHA!
Still on the way home they giggled, so that the people at the bus stop shook their heads helplessly.
But wait, mailbox people. There's nothing wrong with the smell. It's silvery fresh, lemony cheerful, and spreads a tickling nautical all around you in the colors of the old Fa advertising. Just azure soap. And he has an amazing projection. Also the durability is so good that it holds loose until the DHL messenger, who rings annoyed in the afternoon and curses the 3rd floor, even if it smells so controlled-clean there.
By the way, the guys in the lab would never spray themselves with that scent. They know that what soups around in their steel vats is just an odorous compromise for impulse buyers. The guys from the marketing department, on the other hand, like to spray themselves in the evening with the test bottles they took away. "Cyclamen and orange blossom," they say. "That's really good."
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