AmourFou
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AmourFou
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You white, velvety glow!
Dear Community, I was interested in fragrances a long time ago, but other passions kept me from really adding to this pleasure.
Amourious entanglements, books, shoes, fashion ( ultrafemines, dresses and Mary-Janes!), my passion for EVERYTHING that grabs my senses and ensnares hardly left room for a FULL turn to olfactory.
Inspired by this wonderful forum, I began to browse perfumeries, first overtaxed, then amazed, then becoming more and more secure.
This fragrance was one of the first to cast a spell over me.
Powder - not dry, but packed in cream.
A life-affirming fragrance that is never too euphoric, too much, too pompous, too kitschy, too "wanted".
He greets me with a hugging opulence that offers beautiful curves and warmth - without ever seeming loud and too extraverted.
Nevertheless, he remains determined, aware of his balanced delicacy and does not hide himself on the contrary.
Like an elegant, but still secretly playful woman - a being of world, who is neither girlie nor lady.
Not because she can't decide - she's already decided, and consciously.
I see and feel fine lingerie, a festively decorated table with old family silver, but also a self-created bouquet of flowers that reveals more beauty than any florist's counterpart could ever do.
If I carry you, so I am completely at home, I am aware of all my femininity, but it is a tender flowing femininity, which does not cement anything, but leaves room for softness and gentle perfection.
Thank you... I found you.
Amourious entanglements, books, shoes, fashion ( ultrafemines, dresses and Mary-Janes!), my passion for EVERYTHING that grabs my senses and ensnares hardly left room for a FULL turn to olfactory.
Inspired by this wonderful forum, I began to browse perfumeries, first overtaxed, then amazed, then becoming more and more secure.
This fragrance was one of the first to cast a spell over me.
Powder - not dry, but packed in cream.
A life-affirming fragrance that is never too euphoric, too much, too pompous, too kitschy, too "wanted".
He greets me with a hugging opulence that offers beautiful curves and warmth - without ever seeming loud and too extraverted.
Nevertheless, he remains determined, aware of his balanced delicacy and does not hide himself on the contrary.
Like an elegant, but still secretly playful woman - a being of world, who is neither girlie nor lady.
Not because she can't decide - she's already decided, and consciously.
I see and feel fine lingerie, a festively decorated table with old family silver, but also a self-created bouquet of flowers that reveals more beauty than any florist's counterpart could ever do.
If I carry you, so I am completely at home, I am aware of all my femininity, but it is a tender flowing femininity, which does not cement anything, but leaves room for softness and gentle perfection.
Thank you... I found you.
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