Nedim96

Summer evening 1965, I am sitting on the veranda of my range, children still playing heartwarmingly in the remaining golden rays of light. In front of me a vanilla coffee on an old, worn wooden table and in my left hand a nobly processed tobacco pipe. The crickets sing their songs from everywhere, surrounded by the fiery red curtain of the sky, in the centre of which the golden-orange sun is setting...

These are my first impressions that I have before me when I smell the perfume
I don't understand why a perfume like that is only a 7.0. The first time I smelled it, I fell in love with it right away.