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Magnificent! Serge Lutens invites you on a little journey. Feather-light trails of liqueur, a world-forgotten heart of truffle, dried petals of rose. The composition is simply overwhelming, never overloaded and yet hardly tangible. Slowly, a subtle...

I have an image of You in my mind, but now, as part of the whole relief spreads within me. The horrors of the past dissolve into sweetness and You are here and yet not there.

Name: 20Mars2022 Style: Heavy Metal Vocals: Licorice Lead Guitar: Rubber Abrasion Rhythm Guitar: Frankincense On Bass: Burnt Plastic Drums: Clove The Venue: After the forest fire, a charred clearing. All amplifiers are turned up to the max.

Sleepless in Hanover. Sleepless in Berlin. Sleepless in Cologne. Sleepless in Nuremberg. Sleepless in Leipzig. Sleepless in Kiel. Sleepless in Göttingen. Sleepless in Rosenheim. Sleepless in Delmenhorst. Sleepless in Idar-Oberstein. Sleepless...

Violets - controversially staged. Carried by iris and incense sticks. In feud with charred wood, chilled, weathered. With a sweet balsam of cedar in correspondence. A beautiful scent, enchanting and demanding.

A strange fragrance. Somehow, a sample reached me some time ago, and the anticipation for the test was so great that it had to be postponed several times. Only under ideal conditions should the precious elixir touch the skin - after all, it's an Amouage,...

Mouth open, eyes closed. Spray cream can ready. Slow, circular movements fill the mouth to the brim, and then, with a broad grin, the contents are devoured. Mmm... A classic among birthday activities. Alternatively: A Tyrolean country inn. Kaiserschmarrn,...

Cocinar (Spanish - to cook) would also be quite a fitting name. Because anyone who takes a deep breath here in anticipation of a classic aquatic will soon find themselves disillusioned and ready to give up. Navegar was undoubtedly designed...

He knocked cautiously on the bathroom door. A faint sobbing could be heard from inside. With a slight queasiness in his stomach, he opened the door a crack. An ominous, familiar waft of air rushed towards him. He could barely...

An orange grove transferred to a mountain meadow. The full-bodied scent of the ripe tree stock, blossoms and foliage a warm breeze. Dazzling daylight in the sky. The mountain ridge in view of radiant clarity. The...

Sea buckthorn, sour, thickened, only subtly fruity. Withered brush in barren expanses. Blood-red darkened rose petals, wilted at first, later slightly waxy. Heath honey wrapped in tear-resistant linen. Patchouli, covered in dust, fermented and ambered. A...

A scent like a red lacquer boot - 10 Inch heels. Subtle nuances? Forget it. Oud Ispahan is a statement - loud and lascivious. A scent like a punch. You think you can take it hard? Don’t mess with me, babe.