MangoLassi

It's Friday, 5.20 p.m. - United Arab Emirates - Dubai - Goldman Sachs International Dubai Financial Center. He leaves the foyer of the bank, puts on his sunglasses and walks purposefully to his car. The sun's rays reflect off the agate gray paintwork of the Porsche Tycan GTS as he steers it off the road and into the entrance of his underground parking garage.
After a shower, he fries a fillet of beef in olive oil with a little rosemary and thyme from the garden and throws in two unpeeled cloves of garlic with a knob of butter. As he brings the last piece of meat to his mouth, his thoughts turn to Lily and his date tonight at "Deep", one of the hippest clubs in town. He arrives at the guest parking lot later than planned at 10:50 pm. After dinner, he wanted to relax on the sofa and fell asleep. He enters the club and greets some colleagues. A woman with long blonde hair sits at the back of the crowd, smiling at the bartender with gleaming white teeth. And playfully stirs her moquito with a straw: Lily. He sits down next to her, they both have a drink and talk about trivial matters. After a while, he excuses himself and goes to the toilet. There is no one at the washbasin but him, so he takes the sample tube from the inside pocket of his jacket and sprinkles half of the contents over the back of his little finger. Seconds later, he feels dopamine, norepinephrine and serotonin pile up in his bloodstream. It's dark in the men's room and his Rolex Submariner Date shows a phosphorescent 0:30. Determined, he walks towards Lily, who is already dancing in the crowd. Their eyes meet and they move to the rhythm of the music.
The spicy sweetness in the background beckons seductively and she feels the blood in her neck grow warmer and throb in her chest. Her lips want to kiss the shapely mouth, the narrow lips drawn as if with a brush on the serious face. She feels his hand tighten on her back and is paralyzed by her body's longing to get closer to him, to feel his breath on her forehead. Her mind races and she tries to pull her body away from his hand, but he is already very close and his free hand gently strokes from her cheek over her ear and glides along her hair over her side to her pelvis. He gently leans his head over her shoulder and Lily feels the breath of his breath on her cheek. Her straight blonde hair smells of damask roses, lilies and lily of the valley. Lily puts her arm around his neck and gently strokes her long fingers down his neck to his hairline. He pulls her close and she feels his lips kiss her neck. Lily's lips part as her nose narrows. A subtle tension settles on the upper half of her face and makes her forehead tingle.

This fragrance is the tension between man and woman, their devotion, their addiction, and their search for each other in the game of lust. It is about ecstasy, drive and passion. I imagine that this fragrance is seductive for both men and women and awakens the desire of both sexes.

I spent three days and three nights alone in the desert. My eyes have already become accustomed to the endless horizon. The last night was so cold that the water in my water bottle froze. When the scorching heat of the sun's rays woke me up, I set off again in the cool of the morning. Surrounded by endless desert, I search with my eyes for a change. What is it? A stone? A carcass? Or do I see a palm tree? The closer I get, the more trunks I recognize. I walk through an avenue of palm trees until I reach an unguarded gate. I enter, an oasis in front of me. Further in is a palace. As I approach, a young man hurries past me with a raffia basket full of vanilla pods on his back. When I reach the magnificent building and step through the entrance into the hall, I pass finely carved wooden furniture with resin hanging in the air. An anteroom leads over marble steps into the hammam. Scents of essential oils rise up. In the next room there is a brass table standing on wooden legs decorated with ornaments. Date palms reach up to the ceiling of the dining room through the high windows overlooking the inner courtyard. Pomegranates, peaches and young figs shine on a crystal glass etagere. From the kitchen, there is a tart, aromatic scent of saffron and a subliminal, spicy nuance as I walk through the stairwell. Once upstairs, I am greeted by an open door to the bedroom. On the wooden parquet floor, a Persian carpet leads to the four-poster bed, where a naked woman sleeps on mother-of-pearl-colored silk bed linen behind fine white linen sheets. Her smooth brown skin glistens and smells of macadamia nuts. Her black, wavy hair falls loosely over her delicate shoulders and breasts. Her neck is scented with a drop of oud elexir. Her lips taste of chestnut honey. A mango wood jewelry box stands open on the ivory bedside table. In it, golden chains and rings with precious stones gleam in the warm sunlight. Through the open window, the wind carries moist air over the wooden doorstep. Suddenly the wind picks up, bringing cold air with it and blowing away the scent of the Orient. The woman contracts and her chest begins to tremble. Suddenly the woman flinches and looks at me, startled. She has discovered me. Shame overcomes me and I shrink back, stumble over the banister and fall down the stairs. Leaden fear pervades my consciousness. The impact on the floor makes me wince as I wake up in my tent. The moon glows silver and blends with the black and deep blue of the night. Outside, icy gusts whip thousands of grains of sand against the tent canvas. The memory of a dream blossoms in my head, so warm and comforting. How sweet and rare it tasted... This desert dream.

I stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom in the morning with a white towel around my waist. 2min shave, fresh blade and over with clinical aftershave. Then I put on my brand new Nike shoes. I sprayed some shoe deodorant on them the day before. A look in the mirror: I look damn attractive... and this body. No wonder, because I live a healthy life. 5 minutes since shaving and I'm standing at the marble table in my kitchen. A glass of water with lemon before exercise. But no more self-indulgent thoughts. I go out and start running. I'm quick and light on my feet. I don't think about anything else and my body does the rest. I arrive at the calisthenics park and let my energy express itself in muscle work. I have tunnel vision. I am athletic, I am a man.

I see the fragrance on a young athletic man. The progression is very harmonious and the fragrance ends pleasantly. After 12 hours, it smells of security and self-confidence.