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My Amber No. 130 . Petals swing In meadows, forest and field You butterflies sing From tender amber world. . The fragrance is barely felt Surrounds with light glow Vanilla' and mandarin You hardly believe in its being. . Then the hours linger...

Les Exceptions - Ambre Redoutable - Mugler My Amber No. 56 . Stranded. Cast upon the sandy shore. . Old timbers I follow into a dry savannah. Along the towpath of curiosity. Towards a wide hollow. A field of amber. Dark under a hot sun. Steps,...