Christine07

9 o'clock, I wake up by myself, the sun's rays are already blinking under the blinds. Stretch out, shake the dream out of my head. My head is clear, Friday night didn't last too long, I'm fit and healthy and feel good. Roll up the shutters, perfect summer weather. Brush my teeth, get dressed, light make-up, and then you: fresh, clean, cheerful orange. Intense, loud, but only for a moment, soon you are only recognizable with the help of a breeze that duels with the orange while riding your bike. Is there any point in listing other contents? No, you are orange through and through, a fresh German, not a sweet it
Italian. Not too tart, rather fresh and clean. I'll cycle to the Saturday market with you. Awesome, I've got my life under control. Up early on a Saturday morning and already getting things done. By the time I get there in 20 minutes, I'll have to unpack another bottle of yours, because you've already flown away. Maybe the wind has taken you away, it doesn't matter. You brought me strength and a good mood, I'll just spray you on:

"Mhh, you smell good," he said when he saw and smelled me for the first time. I, so fogged over with thoughts and instant attraction, couldn't perceive my scent fog in the moment. So innocent, full of expectation and so tangy, I wished for our first encounter. Delina corresponds with this perfectly, she's there, floral, sweet, but refined enough that she's still worthy of a seasoned woman, ready for the sizzle, over the nervous first few minutes where every thought is for running away. The excited, "Hello, here I am, pleased to meet you" lychee gives way to the density of a rose: pure femininity. It seems to have exerted a truly magnetic attraction, underlining the pumps and the black dress, red lipstick does the rest.

Delina supports the electrifying feeling when the pupils dilate and the first mutual glance dives into the depths, she doesn't hide, she dares, she lasts a whole night and longer.
She shows you the way, she puts you in the ultimate sensory overload.

Oh, and one more thing... it remained a romance, an unforgettable one

As soon as it gets cooler and the moon comes out, it's time again for an intense dark rose. Not everyone understands it, for some it may be too penetrating, you can safely forget the coffee... And yet for brave noses there is a soothing sensual rose scent. The Terenzi Flankerl contains strength, sensuality and eroticism. Anyone who has smelled it once and not seen it again will want it around them again. It is definitely the less balanced sister of "K'Bridge Club | XerJoff"; however, the durability and sillage are in no way inferior. The whole pillow smells of it the next morning, and your nose has to be strong enough for that. For me, it is an upgrade to La Nuit Trésor L'Eau de Parfum ... For all women who are not quiet. #formation

A white cashmere dress, soft, nude lipstick and this perfume. As soon as I smelled it, I knew today was going to be a particularly beautiful day. The diamond shape with blue liquid sat enthroned on the glass make-up table. I was maybe about 8 years old when I realized that this perfume would lead our family to a party where I would see my dearest cousins, dance with them or play Sailor Moon, practice songs and fall into bed tired. My mom didn't just look like one to me on those days, she smelled like one too: a goddess. An image of a woman that represented strength, elegance and passion to me. I admired the aura of the fragrance, this synthetic, it shaped my love for blackcurrant. It enveloped my mom like a cloud and myself as soon as she hugged me. The bubbly, positive and laughing mom fascinated me, yes, authenticity. I don't have to play quietly, I don't have to laugh quietly, I don't have to feel quietly. I'm allowed to realize myself as a woman, I'm allowed to be who I want to be and I'm allowed to seek out my partnerships on one level while maintaining a gentleness. Sensuality does not mean being weak and laughing out loud and expressing an opinion does not mean being strong at the same time. I am allowed to be.

When I went to my first party at 15 with a fake student ID (yes, you were allowed to go until 1 a.m.) and was allowed to take a few spritzes of perfume, this protection enveloped me like the invisible robe of Harry Potter. Donned with a ton of hairspray for my curls, a terrible outfit (because I didn't know what to wear to a party) and bronzer all over my cheeks, I went to the party, which felt like half my school was at. I felt uncomfortable, everything was too intimate and unfamiliar, I was glad to finally be able to go home.

When I got home, my mother said: "It's not bad. I didn't enjoy my first dance either" - and as a consolation she gave me her perfume (which even accompanied me through university, perfumes were super expensive!)

In the meantime, I've grown into dancing and know how much bronzer my face can take.

The perfume is pure nostalgia, 90s charm I would say. It's the mother of Alien and co. It will forever be a part of my collection and every now and then, it can be brought back to life.

Do you know the vanilla almond moons? These Christmas cookies sprinkled with powdered sugar? Strangely enough, the scent fits for me but also super to the autumn, perhaps because at this time the anticipation of the Christmas season rises? Out of the lousy "rain-now and here with the sun-I don't know what I want today"-weather and into the colorful lights-mulled wine-cuddle time. The almond in the top note is very concise, but not necessarily pure sweet as in Raffaello, but paired with a creaminess of vanilla. This harmony makes the fragrance completely unisex for me. The sillage is not spacey, yet dense and relatively long tangible (4h max on me). I don't usually like to smell pastry, though, so gourmand. At times it also reminds me of the DNA of Rolling in Love . For the office I find him very pleasant, for private a little too unexcited.

Small addendum:

The bottle wants to look high quality, but has m.E. too many not thought-out details:
-pasted name
- brown cord to a black bottle