Derby Milano Fragranze 2021
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Galbanum and hay. Instant love!
I don't know what a horse race is supposed to smell like, because I've never witnessed one in person, but I can't imagine anything else than dust blown by unleashed hooves, jockeys in a frenzy, tanned leather, noise, tension at its peak and bettors' nails bitten to the flesh.
Derby smells different. Of wild horses quietly descending the slopes at the foothills of the Iranian Damavand, in the whisper of the clear, fast-flowing waters of the Haraz River, amid the flowering galbanum shrubs that color the mountain yellow.
The mountain is left behind, and the horses stop beside endless fields full, full of hay bales. Forgive me, Mr. Serge, but I've never encountered such a note of hay even in your Chergui!
What more is there to say? Instant love! Can't wait for my bottle to arrive...
Derby smells different. Of wild horses quietly descending the slopes at the foothills of the Iranian Damavand, in the whisper of the clear, fast-flowing waters of the Haraz River, amid the flowering galbanum shrubs that color the mountain yellow.
The mountain is left behind, and the horses stop beside endless fields full, full of hay bales. Forgive me, Mr. Serge, but I've never encountered such a note of hay even in your Chergui!
What more is there to say? Instant love! Can't wait for my bottle to arrive...