Mustang69

An abandoned porch somewhere in the southern states. The white varnish on the railing has flaked off and gives a clear view of the naked wood. A rocking chair, tanned by the weather and collapsed into itself, stands on the battered floorboards. There's a pile of old tires in the back corner. A metal jug, carelessly parked a long time ago. The pitch used to seal the planks has long since dried up.

The sun flirts.

A citric opening, sparkling and invigorating, gently merges into a velvety Roibo note. At the same time, an airy, floral spectrum is built up. A harmonious overall picture results, pleasantly natural. In general, Thé pour un Été is an excellently balanced fragrance that retains a restraint that I find extremely pleasant. At the end of the pleasurable experience, the fragrance returns to its roots and ends in silky roibos associations.

Even though I may not understand why the fine, differentiated spectrum that the world of black and green teas offers us is so seldom used in the conception of tea scents, this one should move in and stay here. A distinguished, eloquent companion who knows how to tell his stories with charm and sensitivity.

Trust me
if I'm gonna give you
offer
a moment
in the eye
of the cyclone.

Here ends your hustle and bustle
your wrestling
about individuality.

Amber resin,
in light
long forgotten lines.
Tropical breath
will be forgotten to you
donate
an elegant
Just a minute.

Crystal glass.
Fine liqueur tears
flow
in viscous structures.

A view through the room,
in the fullness of the
Backlight
velvety
Aerosols,
warm and
dense.

The fine crackling of the
Grammophons.
Sparks of a
Flintstone.

Your word,
clear and
clear.

A quick look from you
is gentle eternity
that my visual field
striped.

May others strive.

The sparkle of your lips
to be allowed to stay beside you
at sunset
is enough for me.