Lois
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Lois
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Skin like a tank
Fresh, pleasant, harmless. I've been wondering for a long time what I could write about this fragrance, but since fresh fragrances really have to be very exceptional to stimulate my imagination, I just feel... uninspired.
Even though it's beautifully done! Above all very balanced, a cool bouquet of flowers with fruity hints, not at all sweet or sticky. I blame the aquatic freshness on the orchid, which dominates the flower trio. From the base note nothing comes to me except a hint of musk, which is so discreet that it could spring from my imagination.
Granhand himself describes the fragrance as:
Scent of a cool and clean sea breeze.
Sitting on a surf board, I make waves on the sea with my legs. I see the bottom of the sea through the waves reflecting the sun. I wonder about the deep ocean although I was just in it. As I climb down the surf board, the coldness enamors my body. I take a short breath and swim into the ocean.
I don't feel the sun enough in the scent to take this picture. For me it feels more like putting on a short dress on a day between spring and summer, although it's still too cold for that. The dew drops in the grass feel ice-cold and a gust of wind pulls out every pore of my skin that longs for warming rays of sunshine to form a hard goose bump.
Even though it's beautifully done! Above all very balanced, a cool bouquet of flowers with fruity hints, not at all sweet or sticky. I blame the aquatic freshness on the orchid, which dominates the flower trio. From the base note nothing comes to me except a hint of musk, which is so discreet that it could spring from my imagination.
Granhand himself describes the fragrance as:
Scent of a cool and clean sea breeze.
Sitting on a surf board, I make waves on the sea with my legs. I see the bottom of the sea through the waves reflecting the sun. I wonder about the deep ocean although I was just in it. As I climb down the surf board, the coldness enamors my body. I take a short breath and swim into the ocean.
I don't feel the sun enough in the scent to take this picture. For me it feels more like putting on a short dress on a day between spring and summer, although it's still too cold for that. The dew drops in the grass feel ice-cold and a gust of wind pulls out every pore of my skin that longs for warming rays of sunshine to form a hard goose bump.
