Friesin

Have yes made like the Pofesser with'm spear and the Opabandyp . So with lemon under each other, there were many Pokals I make today again so.
It's still great here at Parfümo. Yesterday I wrote bein Tikka that I was full long on the toilet and then the Sabbatiniflasche not aufging.dann is equal son type with funeral hat came and has said I should go to the forum. The forum I know but still ganicht.
I know but already a sexy Sanni vons red cross, the smells like'n polecat, but has n krassen refrigerator.
A so'n type has a long nose and acts so full good, and in real he makes pig stuff with old women and leather.
Son Schizzer is there also, a tea lady, n' Schnurri in the chair and a football aunt, they know everything about Paföng, I dscheck everything ga not, then I prefer Alexander Marcus in Jutjub (do not know why the now called Dscheremi).
So, I'm doing now again like the smart ones, with Zitrohne un unterander

Bake, bake lemon
Smells full legga
Schwurbeldidurbel
Like Eckskwiesa
Sweet - with sweet
Also with sugar
Tanderadei
Everything in Budder

Lifehack: Kuchen vonne Tanke, sprüh, sprüh= horny grich lemon tart

I have a gift. And before my critics here roll their eyes, according to the motto "The old plays up again", let me briefly explain the concept of gifts... Everyone has one or more gifts, you don't choose them, you get them along the way.
There are beGifted musicians, storytellers, comforters, gardeners, hosts, artists, etc.
Some gifts are obvious, others you only recognize as you go along.
And one of my gifts is matchmaking (not driving, Knut asks) no, I'm a kind of Frisian Armor.
Supposedly I already matched the caretaker with my kindergarten teacher when I was in kindergarten, but I can't remember that.
I can kind of sense when people are a good match. I set up my bandmate with my chimney sweep, the nice bakery lady with a neighbor, college friend with sister, etc.
Honestly true, I was given flowers at weddings, I was mentioned in wedding sermons and children were named after me, no kidding ! Mostly the whole thing runs so that I initiate the woman and invite to me, while I say to the potential partner : " Come to the barbecue and on'n beer around ", that always pulls. Man is then loose, because he does not know what it's all about, and schwuppdiwupp, in 80% of cases " Love is in the air".
Now I was thinking, while I'm testing "By the Fireplace", whether I bring the quota to 100%
if I use my new scent skills....
'Replica- By the Fireplace' by Maison Margiela is more smell than scent in my eyes (er, nose) . The smell of campfire and sweet stuff.
That can be very attractive to certain women, if the potential male is able to make fire. Transports yet somehow an archetypal masculinity, freeze it must already times not.
The violent synthetic sweetness of vanilla, is then so'ne kind of testosterone inhibitor. Because it should not be toouu masculine, rather sweet, cuddly, understanding and cuddly. Replica' achieves this easily, the fire-maker becomes a marshmallow- understanding woman, whose shaved chest a woman likes to snuggle up to. Complex and profound he is also not, that is in the long run only exhausting with the man...
Well, you notice already, while I write here becomes clear, in my quiver belong no longer only arrows, but in any case also a sample ' Replica By the Fireplace'.
See you over sausages and beer.

She drives me crazy with her heart on her tongue. Sometimes way too harsh and direct. Her rough edges I would like to grind when she is bumping up against, but that would be like clipping wings, her liveliness is what makes her stand out.
Sometimes I don't know if I want to strangle her or make love to her when she's cool and aloof, even though it's bubbling under the surface. She doesn't like to show herself vulnerable, seems unbending and clear. Only here in my arms does she let go. Gives me her gaze from deep eyes, compassionate and warm. She gives everything of herself, and I know, for me she will become more and more beautiful.

Those who take the time to read 'Jean-Louis Scherrer' will be richly rewarded.
A wonderfully deep, noble chypre even for chypre skeptics.
The ingredients are noble and balanced, fine to the point.
The fragrance does not bend, it starts green-citrus, even slightly annoying. Long lasts this impression, however, flowers come into play, not in an intrusive way. Casual sprinkles of iris like sunbeams on mountain-mossy oakmoss. Cool and adult seems that, strong and clear.
The true magic unfolds this fragrance, however, only after hours. Then the brittle beauty surrenders and becomes gentle, sensual, profound and warm. A perfect composition of sandal, patchouli and vetiver seems to accomplish this.
So perfect, so beautiful, even after many hours.

Without meaningfully ranting around I can say, the fragrance suits me very much.
I will wear it with great pleasure!
And that he is a 'Chypre, we just take it so ;)

"Oh Anne, why don't you put this on, I'm sure it'll look great on you! "
So or so similar always sound the sentences of my sister, if she has spent again coal, which she actually does not have, for clothes. She then wants to sell it to me.
"Are you crazy, I'm over 40, I'm definitely not wearing the leather pants. I'm not Tina Turner, I'm not Nena, I'm not a panic musician."
"Oh God, when did you become so stuffy? Now look at them at least once."
"All right.... at least there are no strings, rhinestones or studs."
"Sach ma, geht's noch, die ist voll classy ! "
" Yes yes, exactly...well give it here, I'll put it on, although I can't imagine it."
CLATTER ! " Awesome, it looks great on you, even your stuffy flower blouse goes with it ! "
"Ouch...hmm, I have to give you beast actually times right, nix traditional costumes, Suzi Quatro or Rockerclub....a second skin, for the Friesian butt as made ! "

So similar to the leather bux, I also came to
'Cuir Ottoman' by Parfum d'Empire . Quite "Friesin- researches " I was happy to enter new fragrance paths, but leather ? Leather is quite abgekultet here at Parfumo, the more oblique the better, and I have' not even ne leather jacket....
Well, 'Cuir Ottoman' was but in the sample fund, so the 'Ottoman leather' (not sofa) is also tried.
Well, what can I say, this leather is sexy, charming, with a little bit of edge and warming spice. It's perfect for leather novices!
At the beginning, leather rubs up against iris and jasmine, and doesn't really seem to like them. It's only when balsamic notes intervene that things settle down, and the leather accord becomes softer and sweeter. With the help of tonka and vanilla, this peace lasts for several hours. I am really quite in love, the leather scent is not put on and I do not feel dressed up.

As a Dr. of chemistry and trained perfumer Marc- Antoine Corticchiato understands his craft, and has me a fragrance tailored to the body, this Buxe I do not give again!

Bullying of the nastiest kind, that's what was going on in this damn forum, and nothing else! For weeks she had been trying to keep up with these high flyers of the perfume industry. Bergamots she had caught, boiled and picked to get to the bottom of their scent. Musk oxen she'd ridden to get a feel for animalism. She had stoned like nothing good to understand all this eso stuff and because of 'aquatics' she had done her seahorse.
With Ugly Roger, she'd bunked to get the key to the shisha bar (cue 'smoke') and forsaken the most delicious sweets to appear intellectual and grown up. SHE HAD EVEN TESTED CHYPRES !!!
And now what was the thanks for this, was there any form of recognition, of accommodation ? No, on the contrary, she was declared a slut, despite the most maudlin comments. 'Tiny-titted' and 'Funny-Lola' she was called, just because she had ONCE written about afternoon sex.
But now, now she'd had enough, she'd fix her helmet and show those scent whistles what she was really like for once. She'd get her gel nails glared at again, twirl her extännschens back in, Scharping knickers on and then pull out the one true scent.....LADY MILLION by Paco Rabanne.
The bottle alone was a gilded dream, making her blue eyelids flutter. " Come to Mummy," she cooed, spraying generously....
Automatically her hand wandered to the zipper of her pink velvet playboy house suit to allow her two strongest arguments some freedom. Deeply she inhaled "Ahhh, raspberry and jasmine!" And straight up, unadorned, with a fierce, fierce sweetness that had brought every guy to his knees so far. There was something about honey and oranges in that weird pyramid ( the weirdos could babble about that for hours ), she didn't give a damn. She smelled only sugar, berries and jasmine for the next 8 hours and that was enough for her to realize that she had arrived.
"Muddi's home ! Byeikovski, perfumo ! "