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Dream Night
From the first moment it came down to this...
When their eyes first met, she recognized the desire in his striking face, and she liked it. He saw the longing in her dark eyes, a longing he was only too happy to satisfy. He loved to lose himself in those eyes full of fire and passion, to look into her face framed by her dark hair, to gaze spellbound at her beautiful, full lips when she was focused and biting her lower lip quite unconsciously. In those moments, he would have given his life for her. She, in turn, enjoyed knowing he was near her, feeling he would always be there, catching her when she stumbled, holding her when she weakened. His power and strength magically drew her to him. He was blissfully aware of her infectious good humor and laughter.
But as yet they only pranced around each other. Eyeing each other from afar as passion as well as longing for each other grew. Bittersweet pain, unfulfilled desire. The air around them was electrified.
At some point, when their eyes met again, there was a real sizzle and the tension was unbearable. As if guided by magic, they walked towards each other. The starry sky above them provided enough light and in the water it glittered like thousands of diamonds. A dreamlike night.
At first their steps were slow, yet unstoppable, then faster and faster until they were standing very close to each other. She was a head shorter than him and had to look up at him. He looked down and cautiously came a little closer. So now they could feel each other's breath, their heartbeats, even the bubbling of blood in their veins. Tenderly, he put one hand around her shapely waist and took her hand with the other. He guided her and she felt his determination and clung to his strong shoulders. They danced and danced, becoming more and more passionate, until finally, all sweaty, they gave themselves completely to each other.
She loved the scent he gave off, trying to inhale it with every breath. A beguiling, elegant, spicy-warm bouquet of flowers and spices that were present and skin deep at the same time. When she kissed him, she smelled those soft, sweet notes that she could lose herself in completely, yet still demanded. Now did he smell sweet, tart, or both?
In the end, she didn't care, because he smelled so wonderful, so different from anything she knew, she wanted to take in the scent and carry it with her forever. A scent full of grace, grace, temperament and strength that knew how to enhance the personality of the wearer. She lost herself completely in the action and stopped thinking.
They made love full of devotion, desire and passion. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment all her life. It seemed to him she was made for him, he just had to find her.
As she lay her head on the back of his neck, panting with passion as she bit down on her fiery red lips, he came to the end as well. She slowly fell asleep in his strong arms as her limbs jerked up again and again.
When she awoke, she was in her bed, alone. The scenery of the night had faded. She blinked, and thought for a moment: she had been at the feast on the shore last night, where he had been. Him. The butterflies in her stomach took flight. She smiled. The scent of last night still seemed to float in her nose. Instinctively, she brought her hand to her nose. Yes! That's the scent. He always smelled like that. Like tango. And last night she had tangoed. And someday, she was sure, she would tango with him. Until then, she had the scent to herself.
When their eyes first met, she recognized the desire in his striking face, and she liked it. He saw the longing in her dark eyes, a longing he was only too happy to satisfy. He loved to lose himself in those eyes full of fire and passion, to look into her face framed by her dark hair, to gaze spellbound at her beautiful, full lips when she was focused and biting her lower lip quite unconsciously. In those moments, he would have given his life for her. She, in turn, enjoyed knowing he was near her, feeling he would always be there, catching her when she stumbled, holding her when she weakened. His power and strength magically drew her to him. He was blissfully aware of her infectious good humor and laughter.
But as yet they only pranced around each other. Eyeing each other from afar as passion as well as longing for each other grew. Bittersweet pain, unfulfilled desire. The air around them was electrified.
At some point, when their eyes met again, there was a real sizzle and the tension was unbearable. As if guided by magic, they walked towards each other. The starry sky above them provided enough light and in the water it glittered like thousands of diamonds. A dreamlike night.
At first their steps were slow, yet unstoppable, then faster and faster until they were standing very close to each other. She was a head shorter than him and had to look up at him. He looked down and cautiously came a little closer. So now they could feel each other's breath, their heartbeats, even the bubbling of blood in their veins. Tenderly, he put one hand around her shapely waist and took her hand with the other. He guided her and she felt his determination and clung to his strong shoulders. They danced and danced, becoming more and more passionate, until finally, all sweaty, they gave themselves completely to each other.
She loved the scent he gave off, trying to inhale it with every breath. A beguiling, elegant, spicy-warm bouquet of flowers and spices that were present and skin deep at the same time. When she kissed him, she smelled those soft, sweet notes that she could lose herself in completely, yet still demanded. Now did he smell sweet, tart, or both?
In the end, she didn't care, because he smelled so wonderful, so different from anything she knew, she wanted to take in the scent and carry it with her forever. A scent full of grace, grace, temperament and strength that knew how to enhance the personality of the wearer. She lost herself completely in the action and stopped thinking.
They made love full of devotion, desire and passion. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment all her life. It seemed to him she was made for him, he just had to find her.
As she lay her head on the back of his neck, panting with passion as she bit down on her fiery red lips, he came to the end as well. She slowly fell asleep in his strong arms as her limbs jerked up again and again.
When she awoke, she was in her bed, alone. The scenery of the night had faded. She blinked, and thought for a moment: she had been at the feast on the shore last night, where he had been. Him. The butterflies in her stomach took flight. She smiled. The scent of last night still seemed to float in her nose. Instinctively, she brought her hand to her nose. Yes! That's the scent. He always smelled like that. Like tango. And last night she had tangoed. And someday, she was sure, she would tango with him. Until then, she had the scent to herself.
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My angel
It's striking that we keep talking about scents and memories. Whether it's on the forum, in comments, or wonderful blog posts, it does seem to be on everyone's mind, especially right now. No wonder, given what's going on. I guess when times are tough, it's automatic to want to reminisce. Especially nice ones.
Salva's wonderful comment drew my attention to this fragrance. Oops, I thought, how come I've never come across this one before? Chivalrously, a sample was sent to me in a flash. I will be eternally grateful because this scent has been a companion for years without me knowing it. The statement "Nanu, how is it that I have never met him?" I must therefore withdraw.
The attentive perfume reader now suspects that this will be a personal comment. Who does not like that, I wish you from the bottom of my heart a magical day and refer to the Kommi below me (which you should have read anyway).
I've already done a bit of past history here and so one or the other knows that I came with my family from Poland to Germany at the end of 1989. That was a tough time, even though we didn't have to flee a war zone out of fear for our lives. Still, it meant leaving everything behind, everything you had and everyone you loved. That took a lot out of me.
My parents always worked hard and rebuilt everything from scratch again. I am so grateful to them for everything they did and still do. In the initial months filled with language barriers, financial disasters, hostility, fears, as well as the constant feeling of being completely out of place, my parents tried hard to offer security and support. But they couldn't. How could they? Because they were also uprooted, had no basis and struggled through.
When I then went to school, something like everyday life returned. But I didn't understand a word and had to really fight. And now it comes to the greatest happiness I was allowed to experience during this time:
Mrs. L.
She was my class teacher and an angel. Without a doubt. Without her I would have gone a different way. She welcomed me with open arms. She had the gift to look into your soul. She saw what was wrong with me. She gave me the support I needed. Literally, when I wasn't feeling well, she took me tightly in her arms, hugged me to her chest and gave me comfort. She believed in me, she helped me to learn the foreign language, she helped my parents by giving them furniture, filling out applications, and and and.
I have never experienced so much love, so much devotion, care and kindness from a stranger. That was a long time ago now, but to this day I know what she smelled like. Because she always smelled the same. I loved that scent and literally inhaled it. A scent full of warmth, flowers, love, delicately fruity, soft, very mellow, homey. Everything I was longing for.
Just recently I was talking to my mum about that time and about Mrs L. My parents were and are also grateful to her for everything. I told my mama that when I close my eyes, I can smell her. Still do. I so wish I knew what that perfume was!
And now I'm testing Mitsouko yesterday. Bull's-eye! Mrs.L.
Mari is sitting there teary-eyed but happy, reminiscing.
I will see this fragrance for me as a whole, as my Mrs. L. and not break it down into components. It is for me one of the most beautiful fragrances in this world. Forever.
I called her a few years ago because I wanted to thank her for everything she's done for me. I was nervous because an eternity had passed. Teachers get to know so many kids over the years, you can't remember everyone. Still, I felt the need.
With shaky hands and a pounding heart, I dialed the number. After only a few breaths, someone answered on the other end of the line. I beamed. It was her warm, sweet voice.
I said "Hello, I don't know if you will remember me. I came to her then 3rd grade class in early 1990 and didn't know a word of German. ..."
"Mari?"
I can't tell you how hard I cried. I thanked her for everything and we talked and talked. She told me a lot about herself and that she was a grandma by now. Her every word flowed through me and enveloped me in a warm cloud. And all the while in my nose, unknowingly at the time, the scent of Guerlain's Mitsouko. But for me, the scent of Mrs. L. Forever.
Salva's wonderful comment drew my attention to this fragrance. Oops, I thought, how come I've never come across this one before? Chivalrously, a sample was sent to me in a flash. I will be eternally grateful because this scent has been a companion for years without me knowing it. The statement "Nanu, how is it that I have never met him?" I must therefore withdraw.
The attentive perfume reader now suspects that this will be a personal comment. Who does not like that, I wish you from the bottom of my heart a magical day and refer to the Kommi below me (which you should have read anyway).
I've already done a bit of past history here and so one or the other knows that I came with my family from Poland to Germany at the end of 1989. That was a tough time, even though we didn't have to flee a war zone out of fear for our lives. Still, it meant leaving everything behind, everything you had and everyone you loved. That took a lot out of me.
My parents always worked hard and rebuilt everything from scratch again. I am so grateful to them for everything they did and still do. In the initial months filled with language barriers, financial disasters, hostility, fears, as well as the constant feeling of being completely out of place, my parents tried hard to offer security and support. But they couldn't. How could they? Because they were also uprooted, had no basis and struggled through.
When I then went to school, something like everyday life returned. But I didn't understand a word and had to really fight. And now it comes to the greatest happiness I was allowed to experience during this time:
Mrs. L.
She was my class teacher and an angel. Without a doubt. Without her I would have gone a different way. She welcomed me with open arms. She had the gift to look into your soul. She saw what was wrong with me. She gave me the support I needed. Literally, when I wasn't feeling well, she took me tightly in her arms, hugged me to her chest and gave me comfort. She believed in me, she helped me to learn the foreign language, she helped my parents by giving them furniture, filling out applications, and and and.
I have never experienced so much love, so much devotion, care and kindness from a stranger. That was a long time ago now, but to this day I know what she smelled like. Because she always smelled the same. I loved that scent and literally inhaled it. A scent full of warmth, flowers, love, delicately fruity, soft, very mellow, homey. Everything I was longing for.
Just recently I was talking to my mum about that time and about Mrs L. My parents were and are also grateful to her for everything. I told my mama that when I close my eyes, I can smell her. Still do. I so wish I knew what that perfume was!
And now I'm testing Mitsouko yesterday. Bull's-eye! Mrs.L.
Mari is sitting there teary-eyed but happy, reminiscing.
I will see this fragrance for me as a whole, as my Mrs. L. and not break it down into components. It is for me one of the most beautiful fragrances in this world. Forever.
I called her a few years ago because I wanted to thank her for everything she's done for me. I was nervous because an eternity had passed. Teachers get to know so many kids over the years, you can't remember everyone. Still, I felt the need.
With shaky hands and a pounding heart, I dialed the number. After only a few breaths, someone answered on the other end of the line. I beamed. It was her warm, sweet voice.
I said "Hello, I don't know if you will remember me. I came to her then 3rd grade class in early 1990 and didn't know a word of German. ..."
"Mari?"
I can't tell you how hard I cried. I thanked her for everything and we talked and talked. She told me a lot about herself and that she was a grandma by now. Her every word flowed through me and enveloped me in a warm cloud. And all the while in my nose, unknowingly at the time, the scent of Guerlain's Mitsouko. But for me, the scent of Mrs. L. Forever.
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The all-rounder
There's always talk, arguing and ranting here about all-rounders, crowdpleasers, pantydroppers, or other ways of classifying fragrances. Pah. Completely superfluous, I just wanted to say so. Don't talk, buy this one. Done.
Similar to all-round cleaning products that create everything in the household, the garden, the garage, the car/moped/two-wheeler/tricycle/runner and the yacht, this masterpiece can be used. It's that simple. For anyone who thinks they have too big a collection: Sell it all. Buy this one. Done.
You have a date for coffee at the cafe in the spring? Fits.
You want to take a nice trip to the countryside in the summer? Fits.
You want to take a walk through the woods in the fall? Fits.
You'd like to have a scent that doesn't drown out the aroma of the Martinmas goose? Fits.
You're an ophthalmologist and you don't want to disturb patients in hand-to-hand combat? Fits.
You're a hairdresser? Your customers will love you. Fits.
You're a lawyer and you don't want to annoy the judge? Fits.
You're a driving instructor and you have a hard time ventilating on the highway? Fits.
You work in an office with lots of people and don't want to rub anyone the wrong way? Fits.
You have a crush on a co-worker? Passes. (She'll notice that and you.)
You want to stand out positively to the supplier? You will.
You're having a series marathon with dear friends? Yep! Fits.
You're young? Fits.
Old? Yeah, still fits.
You have any gender? Hey, great, fits too!
(By mistake, the perfume was called "Homme", the person in charge was distracted because he was cleaning his shoes with his 16-in-1 polish on the side.)
You'll get through the day just fine in every single scenario, maybe even the night.
For me, this is probably the most beautiful unisex fragrance I've gotten under my nose so far.
The transparent-woody tones paired with the warmth, the subtle floral note, the delicate sweetness, the effervescence of the tangerine as well as the slightly tart spiciness of rosemary simply always know how to shine and impress.
The fragrance is noble, very finely tuned and has an incredibly beautiful aura that stands out, but does not shriek. Understatement in a class of its own, which bewitches, caresses, lulls, keeps fresh, lets you melt away, subtly sexy and well-groomed, the wearer delicately scented and yet striking.
Thank you so much for the generous sample, it really hit home and blew me away. I am very grateful to have met him. He knows more and more how to impress me. Merci
Similar to all-round cleaning products that create everything in the household, the garden, the garage, the car/moped/two-wheeler/tricycle/runner and the yacht, this masterpiece can be used. It's that simple. For anyone who thinks they have too big a collection: Sell it all. Buy this one. Done.
You have a date for coffee at the cafe in the spring? Fits.
You want to take a nice trip to the countryside in the summer? Fits.
You want to take a walk through the woods in the fall? Fits.
You'd like to have a scent that doesn't drown out the aroma of the Martinmas goose? Fits.
You're an ophthalmologist and you don't want to disturb patients in hand-to-hand combat? Fits.
You're a hairdresser? Your customers will love you. Fits.
You're a lawyer and you don't want to annoy the judge? Fits.
You're a driving instructor and you have a hard time ventilating on the highway? Fits.
You work in an office with lots of people and don't want to rub anyone the wrong way? Fits.
You have a crush on a co-worker? Passes. (She'll notice that and you.)
You want to stand out positively to the supplier? You will.
You're having a series marathon with dear friends? Yep! Fits.
You're young? Fits.
Old? Yeah, still fits.
You have any gender? Hey, great, fits too!
(By mistake, the perfume was called "Homme", the person in charge was distracted because he was cleaning his shoes with his 16-in-1 polish on the side.)
You'll get through the day just fine in every single scenario, maybe even the night.
For me, this is probably the most beautiful unisex fragrance I've gotten under my nose so far.
The transparent-woody tones paired with the warmth, the subtle floral note, the delicate sweetness, the effervescence of the tangerine as well as the slightly tart spiciness of rosemary simply always know how to shine and impress.
The fragrance is noble, very finely tuned and has an incredibly beautiful aura that stands out, but does not shriek. Understatement in a class of its own, which bewitches, caresses, lulls, keeps fresh, lets you melt away, subtly sexy and well-groomed, the wearer delicately scented and yet striking.
Thank you so much for the generous sample, it really hit home and blew me away. I am very grateful to have met him. He knows more and more how to impress me. Merci
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So close to heaven
There are things in life that are simply beautiful. Some even really beautiful. Increases in enthusiasm are not excluded. Whether it's a delightful smile that takes your breath away, a really delicious meal, a nobly staged photograph, a natural landscape that leaves you speechless or anything else that's beautiful. So every little person gets a raised pulse from other things. That is also good so.
And then there are things that are SO beautiful that they leave me personally pretty speechless. Anyone who has ever had the misfortune of dealing with me knows that I rarely hold my babble. I usually do 1.) when I'm eating, 2.) when I'm sleeping (though there only optional...) and 3.) when I'm really speechless because something/someone is so great. In the worst case I stammer stupidly, look at the floor or giggle like a little girl. For others usually amusing, me then nevertheless something embarrassing.
I got this noble drop from JasON, whom I thank at this point for this heavenly olfactory experience! Lovely as he is, I got the double package along with Shooting Stars - Star Musk. According to the fragrance pyramids, I assumed that Star Musk would appeal to me more, because fragrances whose main theme is woody notes tend not to excite me. To my own amazement, I liked them both equally. Like... pfff... is not an expression!
When I tested these masterpieces, I stammered, I giggled, and I got glazed eyes. Afterwards, people would check my pulse, because I wasn't eating or sleeping, yet I still kept the shower going. At least for a while... ;)
What an art! WOW. The fragrance is so magically composed, the individual components so wonderfully interwoven, I ... am speechless. Still. Overall, Amber Star starts fresh, but is immediately soft and subtly floral-soft, then becomes smoky-spicy, always underpinned by precious woods. It becomes sweeter and even softer with time. Indeed, like a journey to the stars!
I'm all for naming a star after this fragrance. Amber Star sounds nicer than most star names I'm familiar with (though that's not my field of expertise and I can only find the Big Dipper with guidance at best!) and maybe we'll pool our pocket money sometime and that'll do it.
Or else, you invest in these fragrances, which are now available cheaply in doubles. Well, not really Schnapper, but, cheaper than a star of their own.
In conclusion, this would be for me personally actually no fragrance that I would wear. Although, it is so endlessly beautiful. It is almost too beautiful, it almost hurts. A journey to the limit of what is bearable for me, almost on the verge of burning. So I stay grounded, sigh, chuckle goofily, and let him and his counter star move on. I leave the butterflies in my stomach with me, though. *sigh*
PS: For much more on the scent and the progression, you can check out JasON's wonderful commentary, which I encourage you to read. :)
And then there are things that are SO beautiful that they leave me personally pretty speechless. Anyone who has ever had the misfortune of dealing with me knows that I rarely hold my babble. I usually do 1.) when I'm eating, 2.) when I'm sleeping (though there only optional...) and 3.) when I'm really speechless because something/someone is so great. In the worst case I stammer stupidly, look at the floor or giggle like a little girl. For others usually amusing, me then nevertheless something embarrassing.
I got this noble drop from JasON, whom I thank at this point for this heavenly olfactory experience! Lovely as he is, I got the double package along with Shooting Stars - Star Musk. According to the fragrance pyramids, I assumed that Star Musk would appeal to me more, because fragrances whose main theme is woody notes tend not to excite me. To my own amazement, I liked them both equally. Like... pfff... is not an expression!
When I tested these masterpieces, I stammered, I giggled, and I got glazed eyes. Afterwards, people would check my pulse, because I wasn't eating or sleeping, yet I still kept the shower going. At least for a while... ;)
What an art! WOW. The fragrance is so magically composed, the individual components so wonderfully interwoven, I ... am speechless. Still. Overall, Amber Star starts fresh, but is immediately soft and subtly floral-soft, then becomes smoky-spicy, always underpinned by precious woods. It becomes sweeter and even softer with time. Indeed, like a journey to the stars!
I'm all for naming a star after this fragrance. Amber Star sounds nicer than most star names I'm familiar with (though that's not my field of expertise and I can only find the Big Dipper with guidance at best!) and maybe we'll pool our pocket money sometime and that'll do it.
Or else, you invest in these fragrances, which are now available cheaply in doubles. Well, not really Schnapper, but, cheaper than a star of their own.
In conclusion, this would be for me personally actually no fragrance that I would wear. Although, it is so endlessly beautiful. It is almost too beautiful, it almost hurts. A journey to the limit of what is bearable for me, almost on the verge of burning. So I stay grounded, sigh, chuckle goofily, and let him and his counter star move on. I leave the butterflies in my stomach with me, though. *sigh*
PS: For much more on the scent and the progression, you can check out JasON's wonderful commentary, which I encourage you to read. :)
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Mjom-Mjom
... And then it happened really fast!
Suddenly you were in front of me
That's how long I've longed for you!
I dreamt of this moment for nights on end, woke up delighted, wanted only you!
I knew what was coming, I did
Because I wanted you, with everything that was dear to me
Wanted to drop me completely, suck you up, nibble on you, inside me
A breath of air came through the room, warm, and poured in the bouquet of the bouquet of flowers that was on the table in the next room. I shivered a little, but I was not cold, quite the opposite! You looked so horny and smelled so good! I closed my eyes and enjoyed the scent. I thought of your perfect shape and size.
I sighed in delight. The cinnamony-spicy aroma paired with carnation-warm apples caressed my nose, which was now very close to you. And then...
TICK-TOCK. Put it in your mouth Oh, my God, I spilled it on myself. Cause:
I LOVE apple pie, especially so horny tasty fresh from the oven!
This fragrance doesn't remind me of the teen movie American Pie, but it really triggers delicious associations. More adult than the 90's original model, more elegant, sexier
A fruity and fresh opening, followed by this incredibly attractive heart note of clove, cinnamon and apple, delicately accompanied by floral chords, the base is woody and fresh, very close and delicious. The apple and cinnamon always floats along discreetly, but leaves room for the other fragrances
But I admit it: apple pie is best with cream. Or vanilla ice cream. Or both
The scent doesn't need that, but if you like, you can smear the gym partner of your choice with it and then slobber off. You can, you don't have to.)
Suddenly you were in front of me
That's how long I've longed for you!
I dreamt of this moment for nights on end, woke up delighted, wanted only you!
I knew what was coming, I did
Because I wanted you, with everything that was dear to me
Wanted to drop me completely, suck you up, nibble on you, inside me
A breath of air came through the room, warm, and poured in the bouquet of the bouquet of flowers that was on the table in the next room. I shivered a little, but I was not cold, quite the opposite! You looked so horny and smelled so good! I closed my eyes and enjoyed the scent. I thought of your perfect shape and size.
I sighed in delight. The cinnamony-spicy aroma paired with carnation-warm apples caressed my nose, which was now very close to you. And then...
TICK-TOCK. Put it in your mouth Oh, my God, I spilled it on myself. Cause:
I LOVE apple pie, especially so horny tasty fresh from the oven!
This fragrance doesn't remind me of the teen movie American Pie, but it really triggers delicious associations. More adult than the 90's original model, more elegant, sexier
A fruity and fresh opening, followed by this incredibly attractive heart note of clove, cinnamon and apple, delicately accompanied by floral chords, the base is woody and fresh, very close and delicious. The apple and cinnamon always floats along discreetly, but leaves room for the other fragrances
But I admit it: apple pie is best with cream. Or vanilla ice cream. Or both
The scent doesn't need that, but if you like, you can smear the gym partner of your choice with it and then slobber off. You can, you don't have to.)
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