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The most beautiful rose in my perfume garden comes from a Frenchman - what a miracle ;-)
I haven't heard from here for a long time;
too fast-moving, too hectic, but also varied was the time that has passed since my last comment until today. And also today, on a Saturday evening, after I just came back home from a girls day, I felt a certain heaviness and was glad when I could close the door behind me and leave the bustle and noise of the city behind me
Whoops! Set on my Stressless (yes, I admit it) armchair and sunk in it, like I do every time I want to switch off after a long day. Unfortunately the desired relaxation didn't want to happen despite beautiful music and a few minutes with closed eyes.
What do we do now? I wondered. For me, the evening was not complete without a proper ending.
What could help me get down now?
Fortunately, there is the world of fragrances, which, as we know only too well on this portal, can always tempt us to dream;
quickly scanned my perfume collection and after (very) short time of consideration I sprayed myself with my favorite rose scent (and I cultivate some of it with me).
Immediately I was embraced again by these royal, soft, soft and warm chords, which made me look disbelieving after buying the bottle and
> again softly entlgeiten into my small dream world,
in which I call the most beautiful roses of the neighbourhood my own and in which they are fervently cared for by a gardener and aromatherapist named Yves Rocher.
too fast-moving, too hectic, but also varied was the time that has passed since my last comment until today. And also today, on a Saturday evening, after I just came back home from a girls day, I felt a certain heaviness and was glad when I could close the door behind me and leave the bustle and noise of the city behind me
Whoops! Set on my Stressless (yes, I admit it) armchair and sunk in it, like I do every time I want to switch off after a long day. Unfortunately the desired relaxation didn't want to happen despite beautiful music and a few minutes with closed eyes.
What do we do now? I wondered. For me, the evening was not complete without a proper ending.
What could help me get down now?
Fortunately, there is the world of fragrances, which, as we know only too well on this portal, can always tempt us to dream;
quickly scanned my perfume collection and after (very) short time of consideration I sprayed myself with my favorite rose scent (and I cultivate some of it with me).
Immediately I was embraced again by these royal, soft, soft and warm chords, which made me look disbelieving after buying the bottle and
> again softly entlgeiten into my small dream world,
in which I call the most beautiful roses of the neighbourhood my own and in which they are fervently cared for by a gardener and aromatherapist named Yves Rocher.
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