Efe61fth
Reviews
Detailed
Translated · Show original
La Nuit de l’Homme - truly, it is the night of the man
It is a late spring evening in Frankfurt. I pick you up from the train station. You are wearing a black dress with red dots. I’m in my best pants, paired with an expensive T-shirt.
When I see you, happiness overwhelms me. You hug me, breathe in my scent, and smile - because I’m wearing exactly the one you love the most.
Sweet notes, accompanied by a fine spice, deepened by labdanum and vanilla.
We go to a good Italian restaurant. During dinner, I notice it a few times.
We walk… and it continues to accompany us.
Later, I drive you home. We hug, and again you perceive the scent.
La Nuit de l’Homme - truly, it is the night of the man.
Years pass. I open the bottle, smell it - you stand vividly before my eyes.
When I see you, happiness overwhelms me. You hug me, breathe in my scent, and smile - because I’m wearing exactly the one you love the most.
Sweet notes, accompanied by a fine spice, deepened by labdanum and vanilla.
We go to a good Italian restaurant. During dinner, I notice it a few times.
We walk… and it continues to accompany us.
Later, I drive you home. We hug, and again you perceive the scent.
La Nuit de l’Homme - truly, it is the night of the man.
Years pass. I open the bottle, smell it - you stand vividly before my eyes.
2 Comments
