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The finite journey
It was in October 2014.
I tried to open a lemonade from a Spar chain in South Tyrol, but couldn't make it. I handed the bottle to my girlfriend to let her try it, hoping that at least her preliminary work would stop the lid so much that after her failed attempt my second would be crowned with success.
Pustekuchen; no chance.
So I had to give back or exchange an article at a supermarket for the first time, probably also the last time in my life in all seriousness.
Strangely enough, the saleswoman at the cash desk heard my probably not too everyday use of the exchange right with completely blunt indifference and told me to take another bottle off my shelf
Done and Schwupps, the bottle could be opened.
And now comes my déjà-vu: the smell coming out of the bottle corresponded exactly to the top note of GRIS DIOR.
Since it was not a fairtrade traded gluten-, paraben-, glutamate-, microparticle- and animal-search-free vegan herb-lemon-limonade, I have to assume that the citric aspect here only comes from the retort
Why I mention this: Just like that!
The Dior heart opens here very floral, in the shape of a rose. Rather a Persian rose picked early in the morning, than a Kurdish Bulgaria rose.
Clearly softer, powderier and not quite as ethereal.
The jasmine joins it shyly, but not subordinately. "Woody" it appears and not as tau-resinous as the typical real Jasmine.
Already after 2 hours the bouquet interweaves itself to a whole and dissolves in favor of the patchouli, which does not wobble like motor oil, but rather softly, nevertheless brighter shines.
Pastel luminescence so to speak :-)
The dusty oak moss leaves more and more of the scented sculpture. In the beginning still very earthy, it exchanges its chyprecharakter against more gentle, damp wood chord
The ambry notes lend him a gentleness, but never the lustfulness an always pleasing ingratiation.
Nevertheless, hardly anyone can escape him or her.
A world full of gray gradations, but this gray can add color to the mind of black-and-white thinkers.
Wool rose buy?
No, thanks, I got it.
I tried to open a lemonade from a Spar chain in South Tyrol, but couldn't make it. I handed the bottle to my girlfriend to let her try it, hoping that at least her preliminary work would stop the lid so much that after her failed attempt my second would be crowned with success.
Pustekuchen; no chance.
So I had to give back or exchange an article at a supermarket for the first time, probably also the last time in my life in all seriousness.
Strangely enough, the saleswoman at the cash desk heard my probably not too everyday use of the exchange right with completely blunt indifference and told me to take another bottle off my shelf
Done and Schwupps, the bottle could be opened.
And now comes my déjà-vu: the smell coming out of the bottle corresponded exactly to the top note of GRIS DIOR.
Since it was not a fairtrade traded gluten-, paraben-, glutamate-, microparticle- and animal-search-free vegan herb-lemon-limonade, I have to assume that the citric aspect here only comes from the retort
Why I mention this: Just like that!
The Dior heart opens here very floral, in the shape of a rose. Rather a Persian rose picked early in the morning, than a Kurdish Bulgaria rose.
Clearly softer, powderier and not quite as ethereal.
The jasmine joins it shyly, but not subordinately. "Woody" it appears and not as tau-resinous as the typical real Jasmine.
Already after 2 hours the bouquet interweaves itself to a whole and dissolves in favor of the patchouli, which does not wobble like motor oil, but rather softly, nevertheless brighter shines.
Pastel luminescence so to speak :-)
The dusty oak moss leaves more and more of the scented sculpture. In the beginning still very earthy, it exchanges its chyprecharakter against more gentle, damp wood chord
The ambry notes lend him a gentleness, but never the lustfulness an always pleasing ingratiation.
Nevertheless, hardly anyone can escape him or her.
A world full of gray gradations, but this gray can add color to the mind of black-and-white thinkers.
Wool rose buy?
No, thanks, I got it.
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Not for the others, but for themselves
Collect points Rate bottles?
Is like with Friedrichshainer Hipster Bärten
Not everyone has to die the same for art,
Let them pull the big herds.
What's that got to do with this scent?
Nothing; but also resting in oneself.
Let the lime be lemon times,
don't run after the herd, you won't miss anything.
Oh what smells this scent nature-linked,
Built on mossy-green base,
very fine framed by damp wood
Large city concrete static, forest life dynamic.
Everyone knows that, canned musk,
i'm interested in the pants, the inside
beautiful for the warm season
off to the Dekoletté, with tank top and short trousers.
A beautiful scent, which, typical for citric scents, decomposes quite quickly.
The naturalness of the lime sticks however immediately into the nose and thus also for fans of this smell times a test worth.
Is like with Friedrichshainer Hipster Bärten
Not everyone has to die the same for art,
Let them pull the big herds.
What's that got to do with this scent?
Nothing; but also resting in oneself.
Let the lime be lemon times,
don't run after the herd, you won't miss anything.
Oh what smells this scent nature-linked,
Built on mossy-green base,
very fine framed by damp wood
Large city concrete static, forest life dynamic.
Everyone knows that, canned musk,
i'm interested in the pants, the inside
beautiful for the warm season
off to the Dekoletté, with tank top and short trousers.
A beautiful scent, which, typical for citric scents, decomposes quite quickly.
The naturalness of the lime sticks however immediately into the nose and thus also for fans of this smell times a test worth.
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