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About cruises and souvenirs
My better half was last on a cruise with their mother. It went to the United Arab Emirates. And since she likes to suffer me against your expectations (she was on vacation without me!), she brought me this fragrance.
Why Kalemat? Because she likes it. And if she likes it, I can wear it. It's that simple. D
The packaging's a little something. The bottle is placed in a box that can be opened to the left and right. There's another box in there that resembles a book. The bottle is in this one. The whole thing is wrapped in ribbons. Beautiful, beautiful.
Well, packaging or not. It must be sprayed naturally!
The indicated blueberry rises directly into the nose. Nice thing! He reminds me in the first moment of Jubilation XXV of Amouage.
However, this changes quickly, because in my childhood I loved aniseed cookies. And this is exactly what I find here. A beautiful memory.
The scent is held together by not too sticky-sweet amber and honey(herb?).
He is an Oriental through and through, but for me he never seems as difficult as the usual suspects.
Rather, I catch myself accusing him of a certain lightness in the end.
A lightness that must reflect the life of the rich sheikhs in their airy garments, who only need to rest because of their ancestry (yes okay, maybe also because of clever decisions :P).
A lightness, as my better half must have felt on cruise without me! :D
Why Kalemat? Because she likes it. And if she likes it, I can wear it. It's that simple. D
The packaging's a little something. The bottle is placed in a box that can be opened to the left and right. There's another box in there that resembles a book. The bottle is in this one. The whole thing is wrapped in ribbons. Beautiful, beautiful.
Well, packaging or not. It must be sprayed naturally!
The indicated blueberry rises directly into the nose. Nice thing! He reminds me in the first moment of Jubilation XXV of Amouage.
However, this changes quickly, because in my childhood I loved aniseed cookies. And this is exactly what I find here. A beautiful memory.
The scent is held together by not too sticky-sweet amber and honey(herb?).
He is an Oriental through and through, but for me he never seems as difficult as the usual suspects.
Rather, I catch myself accusing him of a certain lightness in the end.
A lightness that must reflect the life of the rich sheikhs in their airy garments, who only need to rest because of their ancestry (yes okay, maybe also because of clever decisions :P).
A lightness, as my better half must have felt on cruise without me! :D
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