Geco Zeromolecole 2012

After a long absence from fragrances, I had to check in at my regular perfumery today.
Additionally, I wanted to pay for a Loewe that had already traveled unpaid to my girlfriend.

I call that trust and exemplary business conduct.
Even the trip to the post office was taken care of for me.
You really enjoy shopping like that.
And I was in the mood to buy.

Hmm - offers!

Boadicea's. Good scents - but I don't like the martial metal flacons.
They are quite heavy to hold.

Then there's Zero Mole Cole - the name doesn't appeal to me.
It somehow sounds like chemistry class.

However, the subtitle Torino piques my curiosity.
I spray and smell - uh... not much.
An overly cerebral experimental scent?
My sales associate whispers to me: Wait and see.

We quickly find common ground in our favorite topics - horses and dogs - when a warm, soft aroma gently but noticeably reaches me from the left.
What did I spray there?
Oh yes - Zero Torino!
That's why I was actually still on site.

Good thing, because from the initial nothing - it became something significant.

The honey paired with the rum smells like delicious mead - dusted with mild cinnamon.
Vanilla sweetly lays over it - and the patchouli forms a golden-brown background.

This is how it smells at my beloved medieval markets, where noble knights on horseback vie for the affection of their ladies.

My gallant companion carried me over the earthy terrain, as I couldn't quite get anywhere in my stiletto heels.
He even claimed that I weighed no more than a cat.
That was like a love song in my ears!

It's a pity I wasn't wearing a golden-brown velvet gown, but rather a plain pair of jeans.

Yet Torino perfectly dresses me in thought, and I am Bettina the castle maiden - and my strong knight transforms into Junker Jörg.

Pure romance.

The black Friesian stallion Abraxas paws the ground - ready to fly with us over Marienburg.