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Only vintage is more beautiful!
Like vintage vibes?
Like expensive cream?
Really floral, like a dream from Provence?
Actually, there should be a comment here about the normal Bloom, which embodies true beauty through the Rangumschlinger, the neroli and the tuberose, but unfortunately also fierce stuffiness.
However, when I tested the Intense, I had to admit that I was holding a real candidate for purchase in my hands.
The beauty is the high quality of the natural ingredients. There are no perceptible synthetics at all.
And the floral fragrance is so beautiful that I almost sink into it like a cloud.
It is lush without being suffocating
It is cultivated without being banal for a second
It is interesting, even without the keyboard of individually perceptible components.
Well, the sillage is not so mega strong, but enough to have a pick-me-up for cold gray days at your side every day!
Vintage creamy!
Vintage-floral!
Vintage-beautiful!
Absolute test recommendation!
Like expensive cream?
Really floral, like a dream from Provence?
Actually, there should be a comment here about the normal Bloom, which embodies true beauty through the Rangumschlinger, the neroli and the tuberose, but unfortunately also fierce stuffiness.
However, when I tested the Intense, I had to admit that I was holding a real candidate for purchase in my hands.
The beauty is the high quality of the natural ingredients. There are no perceptible synthetics at all.
And the floral fragrance is so beautiful that I almost sink into it like a cloud.
It is lush without being suffocating
It is cultivated without being banal for a second
It is interesting, even without the keyboard of individually perceptible components.
Well, the sillage is not so mega strong, but enough to have a pick-me-up for cold gray days at your side every day!
Vintage creamy!
Vintage-floral!
Vintage-beautiful!
Absolute test recommendation!
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Until(s) Halloween
Well... Life as a loser was just no bed of roses... Not even on Halloween.
... And Tinder dates were also no longer what they once were.
Painfully, he had to learn that Influencer was not a flu-like disease, but actually a profession.
... and of all evils led to an intellectual suicide on each of his dates.
Where should this only lead?
Somehow he also longed for an intellectual exchange once. One said its neighbor Angela of Gegenüber would be by its intelligence a serious contender for NASA.
Phew... But since Dimi often couldn't resist his voyeuristic tendencies, he knew he could definitely resist Angela.
She was, to put it briefly, a boring gray mouse. With stringy unwashed hair, pale skin and a style not to be taken seriously. The only thing that made her interesting was that she seemed to be able to create as many disasters as he did. How likeable... But it didn't help. Because as they say... the eye eats with.
At Harry's annual Halloween party, which he always called Harryween for fun, it was also the same every year. Heinz from above dressed up as Spiderman, somehow fit the weirdo. Ali as a Turkish Hulk with a black moustache. Sylvia as a witch, he just let this thought stand. ... and he finally as Batman in bat form. Only this year, he could not do that.
Finally, the whole evil began with the fact that... well, you know.
So he had to come up with something else. Only what? ... and there was his stupid work colleague, who had to force a stupid horoscope on him, of all things, with the words: "Tonight, your spirits will hunt you." How fortunate that he didn't believe in such nonsense. Nevertheless, his jaw dropped every time he just thought of those words.
While Dimi was mulling it over, Sylvia had invited Angela to join her. Actually, the meeting could not have been more contradictory. For Sylvia believed in the power of witches, while Angela was a real scientist. But for Halloween this year, they had plans together.
Sylvia felt incredibly sorry for Angela. Since she had broken up with her boyfriend, she had let herself go completely, was obsessed with her work and was convinced at NASA to finally come into contact with a supernatural force.
But Sylvia wanted to fulfill her this dream already at Halloween. Everything until 24 o'clock, until the scary hour. But for this she had also fetched some styling highlights for the party at 23:00. All kinds of stuff from LOREAL. From shampoo to all the care and makeup highlights, there was just everything. This would be an unforgettable night.
So while the normal and not so normal people were preparing for Halloween, the argument was in full swing... Karl and Greta Garbo just couldn't agree on anything: "Choupette, Choupette, always raving about your stupid Choupette. How can a man let such a chick turn his head. Is she the only thing you miss on earth?" "Greta... Greta, my beautiful... and I always have to listen to everything from your stupid Dimi, so what does it matter if you have to listen to some cat content from me?" Admittedly, heaven wasn't what it used to be. After all, it was now full of people who pretended to be nice, but really weren't... But tonight, they should be able to look forward to a change.
"Angela, are you finally ready?" asked Sylvia. "Yaa, go ahead. Won't happen anyway." "Witches unite for Halloween, see to what stands to, to whom, let the magic awaken today and let only the untruths and cowardice pull. Witches unite to Halloween."
"Angela, do you feel anything?" "No." "Phew, then I did something wrong."
"Karl, where are we? Karl..." "Greta, my dear, look at those hands. Oh my God, we're back on Earth! Probably in Neander Valley!"
"Angela?"
"Who's Angela? It's me, don't you recognize me?"
"Ok, it seems... Ohhhhhh my God!"
And then Sylvia fainted for the first time.
"Greta, look in a mirror..."
"Oh my God Karl, we've been teleported into a scarecrow! Look at this shaggy hair. Ohhhh my god. Lift up those sweatpants... ok good, yet clean."
"Greta my dear, didn't you used to be so talented at grooming one out of nothing yourself? There are some grooming utensils there, maybe something will work. And you know me, with a little fabric, I can do wonders."
So they washed the newly given body and mind first of all the hair with the LOREAL Dream Length Shampoo, then there was a cure with the LOREAL ELVITAL Rapid Revier. The whole thing smelled delightfully like monoi, the kind the Polynesian beauties always use to make their hair shine with smooth silkiness. Then came a light teen note to it.
"Oh, Karl, look, there's still coconut oil."
"Oh Greta, do you want to pick someone up and watch Monty Python's Knights of the Coconut with them? Don't do that."
"Just a little bit."
"Okay."
"Shall we put on some more of that vanilla scent and make some tea?" "Ok, but just a little, it's been smelling like the Monoi and the LOREAL Rapid Reviver all along."
Swish, hair blow-dried, put in waves, eyebrows plucked, makeup on and tadaaaaaa....
"Greta my dear! You just look like an alien godess! I am thrilled!"
"Wow, not bad... Do you think we can go on the road like this?"
"But hello, let's see the street!"
"Karl, oh my God, Karl! There he is. In the window across the street, that's Dimi."
"Waaaaaas, that's the asshole who screwed all my models five years ago."
"Waaaaaas?"
"You know what Karl, we're going to pay him a visit now! As ghosts of Halloween!"
Ding-Dong...
But when Dimi opened and Bodo, his white Persian cat, was standing in the doorway with him, something completely different happened.
"Greta my Alien Godess, is it you?" he asked.
"While Karl only Choupette?" whispered.
... and each of those involved had to admit that, in their own special way, they missed their long-lost great love.
... and everyone carried his own personal ghosts deep in his heart.
EPILOG
A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all.
Good Charlotte - A Ghost of You
Addendum to the fragrance:
Actually, Dimi should have been haunted by an alien. After extensive testing, however, I have come to the conclusion that this fragrance has no alien DNA, but a clear LOREAL DNA. However, as a big LOREAL fan, I can say that you feel thoroughly cared for with this fragrance and on days when you need that extra dose of care, you can make a lucky grab with this bottle. However, I will join the statements, with me the durability is more like a cologne, which I personally find very pleasant.
... And Tinder dates were also no longer what they once were.
Painfully, he had to learn that Influencer was not a flu-like disease, but actually a profession.
... and of all evils led to an intellectual suicide on each of his dates.
Where should this only lead?
Somehow he also longed for an intellectual exchange once. One said its neighbor Angela of Gegenüber would be by its intelligence a serious contender for NASA.
Phew... But since Dimi often couldn't resist his voyeuristic tendencies, he knew he could definitely resist Angela.
She was, to put it briefly, a boring gray mouse. With stringy unwashed hair, pale skin and a style not to be taken seriously. The only thing that made her interesting was that she seemed to be able to create as many disasters as he did. How likeable... But it didn't help. Because as they say... the eye eats with.
At Harry's annual Halloween party, which he always called Harryween for fun, it was also the same every year. Heinz from above dressed up as Spiderman, somehow fit the weirdo. Ali as a Turkish Hulk with a black moustache. Sylvia as a witch, he just let this thought stand. ... and he finally as Batman in bat form. Only this year, he could not do that.
Finally, the whole evil began with the fact that... well, you know.
So he had to come up with something else. Only what? ... and there was his stupid work colleague, who had to force a stupid horoscope on him, of all things, with the words: "Tonight, your spirits will hunt you." How fortunate that he didn't believe in such nonsense. Nevertheless, his jaw dropped every time he just thought of those words.
While Dimi was mulling it over, Sylvia had invited Angela to join her. Actually, the meeting could not have been more contradictory. For Sylvia believed in the power of witches, while Angela was a real scientist. But for Halloween this year, they had plans together.
Sylvia felt incredibly sorry for Angela. Since she had broken up with her boyfriend, she had let herself go completely, was obsessed with her work and was convinced at NASA to finally come into contact with a supernatural force.
But Sylvia wanted to fulfill her this dream already at Halloween. Everything until 24 o'clock, until the scary hour. But for this she had also fetched some styling highlights for the party at 23:00. All kinds of stuff from LOREAL. From shampoo to all the care and makeup highlights, there was just everything. This would be an unforgettable night.
So while the normal and not so normal people were preparing for Halloween, the argument was in full swing... Karl and Greta Garbo just couldn't agree on anything: "Choupette, Choupette, always raving about your stupid Choupette. How can a man let such a chick turn his head. Is she the only thing you miss on earth?" "Greta... Greta, my beautiful... and I always have to listen to everything from your stupid Dimi, so what does it matter if you have to listen to some cat content from me?" Admittedly, heaven wasn't what it used to be. After all, it was now full of people who pretended to be nice, but really weren't... But tonight, they should be able to look forward to a change.
"Angela, are you finally ready?" asked Sylvia. "Yaa, go ahead. Won't happen anyway." "Witches unite for Halloween, see to what stands to, to whom, let the magic awaken today and let only the untruths and cowardice pull. Witches unite to Halloween."
"Angela, do you feel anything?" "No." "Phew, then I did something wrong."
"Karl, where are we? Karl..." "Greta, my dear, look at those hands. Oh my God, we're back on Earth! Probably in Neander Valley!"
"Angela?"
"Who's Angela? It's me, don't you recognize me?"
"Ok, it seems... Ohhhhhh my God!"
And then Sylvia fainted for the first time.
"Greta, look in a mirror..."
"Oh my God Karl, we've been teleported into a scarecrow! Look at this shaggy hair. Ohhhh my god. Lift up those sweatpants... ok good, yet clean."
"Greta my dear, didn't you used to be so talented at grooming one out of nothing yourself? There are some grooming utensils there, maybe something will work. And you know me, with a little fabric, I can do wonders."
So they washed the newly given body and mind first of all the hair with the LOREAL Dream Length Shampoo, then there was a cure with the LOREAL ELVITAL Rapid Revier. The whole thing smelled delightfully like monoi, the kind the Polynesian beauties always use to make their hair shine with smooth silkiness. Then came a light teen note to it.
"Oh, Karl, look, there's still coconut oil."
"Oh Greta, do you want to pick someone up and watch Monty Python's Knights of the Coconut with them? Don't do that."
"Just a little bit."
"Okay."
"Shall we put on some more of that vanilla scent and make some tea?" "Ok, but just a little, it's been smelling like the Monoi and the LOREAL Rapid Reviver all along."
Swish, hair blow-dried, put in waves, eyebrows plucked, makeup on and tadaaaaaa....
"Greta my dear! You just look like an alien godess! I am thrilled!"
"Wow, not bad... Do you think we can go on the road like this?"
"But hello, let's see the street!"
"Karl, oh my God, Karl! There he is. In the window across the street, that's Dimi."
"Waaaaaas, that's the asshole who screwed all my models five years ago."
"Waaaaaas?"
"You know what Karl, we're going to pay him a visit now! As ghosts of Halloween!"
Ding-Dong...
But when Dimi opened and Bodo, his white Persian cat, was standing in the doorway with him, something completely different happened.
"Greta my Alien Godess, is it you?" he asked.
"While Karl only Choupette?" whispered.
... and each of those involved had to admit that, in their own special way, they missed their long-lost great love.
... and everyone carried his own personal ghosts deep in his heart.
EPILOG
A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all.
Good Charlotte - A Ghost of You
Addendum to the fragrance:
Actually, Dimi should have been haunted by an alien. After extensive testing, however, I have come to the conclusion that this fragrance has no alien DNA, but a clear LOREAL DNA. However, as a big LOREAL fan, I can say that you feel thoroughly cared for with this fragrance and on days when you need that extra dose of care, you can make a lucky grab with this bottle. However, I will join the statements, with me the durability is more like a cologne, which I personally find very pleasant.
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Purple rain
I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted you in a bed of black roses
I only wanted to see you
Laughing in the purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
I only wanted to see you
Bathing in spicy herbs of a purple rain
I never wanted to be your boy toy or weekend lover
I only wanted to be some kind of friend (hey)
Baby, I could never steal you from another
It's such a shame it had to end, when we choked it up in a purple train
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
I only wanted to see you
In Vetvier, herbs pure and in the purple rain
Honey, I know, I know
I know times are changing
You say you don't want to smell my spicy rosy cigarettes
But you can't seem to make up your mind
I think you better close it
And let me guide you with black roses in the purple rain
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Addendum to the fragrance:
Really nice rosy, really nice spicy, really nice nostalgic.
Not completely unique but still nice... I'll go sing some more... Only wanted to see you in the purple rain.
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted you in a bed of black roses
I only wanted to see you
Laughing in the purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
I only wanted to see you
Bathing in spicy herbs of a purple rain
I never wanted to be your boy toy or weekend lover
I only wanted to be some kind of friend (hey)
Baby, I could never steal you from another
It's such a shame it had to end, when we choked it up in a purple train
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
I only wanted to see you
In Vetvier, herbs pure and in the purple rain
Honey, I know, I know
I know times are changing
You say you don't want to smell my spicy rosy cigarettes
But you can't seem to make up your mind
I think you better close it
And let me guide you with black roses in the purple rain
------------
Addendum to the fragrance:
Really nice rosy, really nice spicy, really nice nostalgic.
Not completely unique but still nice... I'll go sing some more... Only wanted to see you in the purple rain.
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6 colors in green
Today I was green with envy.
Full of complexes.
Full of headaches.
Full of unbearable thoughts.
So I made myself a yuzu.
And first screamed yuzu.
Was refreshed.
Was surprised.
Was ready for a light green tea.
But waiting and drinking tea was not an option.
Needed a bath with natural soap first.
Made of real verbena with purple flowers and earthy green leaves.
Dived into azure pale green sea worlds of my home bathtub.
Hopped out. So refreshed my soul like a poison green grasshopper.
Gone was the scent.
My rage.
My troubled thoughts.
Thought.
Until the next day.
The next day I thought the scent was coming from my plants.
But I smelled it on my T-shirt.
What dark green florality.
What delight.
What uniqueness.
... and all at once I became addicted to that effect the next day.
Knew the wait would always be worth it in life.
A black cat was also just a myth and not a bad omen.
A Friday the 13th no reason for superstition or dark self-fulfilling prophecies.
A moment of anger, not a basis for long-term decisions.
That's how I fell in love.
In the fragrance.
In the calm.
... and the certainty that there is always tomorrow.
Full of complexes.
Full of headaches.
Full of unbearable thoughts.
So I made myself a yuzu.
And first screamed yuzu.
Was refreshed.
Was surprised.
Was ready for a light green tea.
But waiting and drinking tea was not an option.
Needed a bath with natural soap first.
Made of real verbena with purple flowers and earthy green leaves.
Dived into azure pale green sea worlds of my home bathtub.
Hopped out. So refreshed my soul like a poison green grasshopper.
Gone was the scent.
My rage.
My troubled thoughts.
Thought.
Until the next day.
The next day I thought the scent was coming from my plants.
But I smelled it on my T-shirt.
What dark green florality.
What delight.
What uniqueness.
... and all at once I became addicted to that effect the next day.
Knew the wait would always be worth it in life.
A black cat was also just a myth and not a bad omen.
A Friday the 13th no reason for superstition or dark self-fulfilling prophecies.
A moment of anger, not a basis for long-term decisions.
That's how I fell in love.
In the fragrance.
In the calm.
... and the certainty that there is always tomorrow.
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Until(s) the next chocolate
Well, there he sat with his pimple on his nose. It was a joke to think that fate could be fair. Almost like a farce. ... or like in the book Bridget Jones Chocolate for Breakfast, where the couple couldn't meet.
... because he had a pimple on his nose and she had no suitable clothes to wear. So they each ended up eating chocolate in front of the TV. So it was great cinema. Almost like real life.
Except he didn't have a date, a woman in sight or any chocolate in the house. ... right, why was he actually out of chocolate?
Yet the day had ended really disastrously. Just as disastrous as it had started. At least the colleague in the room always had headphones on, so he didn't know if she had heard him tooting it in a very loud way.
Crap, he was really craving chocolate.
Well, maybe he could ask his neighbor Dimi, the tall pale Greek with the white Persian cat named Bodo.
Chocolate...
Many people already didn't even know what real chocolate really was.
Because there were two kinds of chocolate... the real kind and the nut nougat cream.
You see, after the Second World War, all the cocoa supplies had been used up and there were no cocoa beans left at that time.
So a certain Pietro Ferrero invented the nut nougat cream. An alternative chocolate that had nothing to do with the real cocoa anymore, but was still delicious and landed a hit with it.
Later it was also the son of Ferrero, who created Nutella from it and landed the next hit. The rest was history.
Phew... it didn't help, he had to ring Dimi's doorbell.
While he was at it, he wanted to pick up the yummy white chocobos while he was shopping. But he was so broke, he had to choose. Between the toilet paper and the chocolate. It was a tough head-to-head... and a very close call.
Dimi treated him to a Blody Mary and some veggie cookies. No wonder the guy was so slim. ... if he hadn't been so pale, he could have been a real chick magnet. ... but those pointy teeth... and those quirks of not liking garlic or never looking at himself in the mirror.
Phew... and apparently Dimi didn't have any chocolate at home. Whew... maybe cookies? At this inward question, Bodo joined him, looking at him with his bright blue eyes. A beautiful Persian male, silver shaded. Fluffy, never stuffy, and always a cuddler.
But now what was with the chocolate?
Dimi told him that the pretty Dramatilda had apparently bought white chocobons while shopping today. Maybe he could ring her doorbell.
Dimi was quite taken with her. Didn't she seem like a Satanist, with her black lipstick, darkly made-up eyes, and Mercedes-Benz star around her neck?
Phew... so I guess he had no option... because no more money, no more chocolate and no more Dimi joker.
So I guess he had to ring Dramatilda's bell.
But what happened next was terrible.
He believed in fairy tales, but at least since that unflattering sight, he also believed in horror movies.
But she had a bag of white chocobos in her hand, smelled mega yummy like incense and a delicious vanilla latte macchiato. ... And had a Wolfgang Hohlbein book tucked under her arm.
Maybe he could close both eyes after all, instead of the bright red pimple on his nose, and maybe there would be chocolate for breakfast somehow after all.
Maybe...
Even if there would be drama with Tilda first.
EPILOGUE
"Don't tell me what you dreamed last night, for I have read Freud." Anonymous
... because he had a pimple on his nose and she had no suitable clothes to wear. So they each ended up eating chocolate in front of the TV. So it was great cinema. Almost like real life.
Except he didn't have a date, a woman in sight or any chocolate in the house. ... right, why was he actually out of chocolate?
Yet the day had ended really disastrously. Just as disastrous as it had started. At least the colleague in the room always had headphones on, so he didn't know if she had heard him tooting it in a very loud way.
Crap, he was really craving chocolate.
Well, maybe he could ask his neighbor Dimi, the tall pale Greek with the white Persian cat named Bodo.
Chocolate...
Many people already didn't even know what real chocolate really was.
Because there were two kinds of chocolate... the real kind and the nut nougat cream.
You see, after the Second World War, all the cocoa supplies had been used up and there were no cocoa beans left at that time.
So a certain Pietro Ferrero invented the nut nougat cream. An alternative chocolate that had nothing to do with the real cocoa anymore, but was still delicious and landed a hit with it.
Later it was also the son of Ferrero, who created Nutella from it and landed the next hit. The rest was history.
Phew... it didn't help, he had to ring Dimi's doorbell.
While he was at it, he wanted to pick up the yummy white chocobos while he was shopping. But he was so broke, he had to choose. Between the toilet paper and the chocolate. It was a tough head-to-head... and a very close call.
Dimi treated him to a Blody Mary and some veggie cookies. No wonder the guy was so slim. ... if he hadn't been so pale, he could have been a real chick magnet. ... but those pointy teeth... and those quirks of not liking garlic or never looking at himself in the mirror.
Phew... and apparently Dimi didn't have any chocolate at home. Whew... maybe cookies? At this inward question, Bodo joined him, looking at him with his bright blue eyes. A beautiful Persian male, silver shaded. Fluffy, never stuffy, and always a cuddler.
But now what was with the chocolate?
Dimi told him that the pretty Dramatilda had apparently bought white chocobons while shopping today. Maybe he could ring her doorbell.
Dimi was quite taken with her. Didn't she seem like a Satanist, with her black lipstick, darkly made-up eyes, and Mercedes-Benz star around her neck?
Phew... so I guess he had no option... because no more money, no more chocolate and no more Dimi joker.
So I guess he had to ring Dramatilda's bell.
But what happened next was terrible.
He believed in fairy tales, but at least since that unflattering sight, he also believed in horror movies.
But she had a bag of white chocobos in her hand, smelled mega yummy like incense and a delicious vanilla latte macchiato. ... And had a Wolfgang Hohlbein book tucked under her arm.
Maybe he could close both eyes after all, instead of the bright red pimple on his nose, and maybe there would be chocolate for breakfast somehow after all.
Maybe...
Even if there would be drama with Tilda first.
EPILOGUE
"Don't tell me what you dreamed last night, for I have read Freud." Anonymous
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