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Stranger in the darkness
Health is soooo important, also olfactory. At the latest since C. we know that !
I look in my large collection. Back and forth I push the vials - and there it is.
Almost forgot. How could I ....!
Little square vial - you have sparked my desire. Cute and shy you stand before me, Your outward square sobriety teases me. You fit so in any handbag, do not fall into the weight. You're there and nothing more. In the middle of it all. I must try you.
Fine herbal notes open, colorful pepper mixes in.
Something synthetic floats by, just briefly. Undistracting.
I also smell mini-minty, paired with nondescript vanilla - very interesting.
But only briefly. Then follow leathery amber notes, united with masculine musk.
Suede jacket eroticism by the fireplace. It crackles.
Someone is swirling a cognac. Stories are being told.
What a combination. Calm, liberating, bringing home. Wonderful.
Cozy Nights.
Cozy Sweater Alert. HOME.
For all types.
That's it.
What a fragrance. Wonder-Donder soft.
I like you very much. You will be with me, later, alongside others, in the dark hours of winter.
And in other ways too.
You stand out endearingly, gentle seduction is your mission.
Tell me lies, tell sweet little lies...
I look in my large collection. Back and forth I push the vials - and there it is.
Almost forgot. How could I ....!
Little square vial - you have sparked my desire. Cute and shy you stand before me, Your outward square sobriety teases me. You fit so in any handbag, do not fall into the weight. You're there and nothing more. In the middle of it all. I must try you.
Fine herbal notes open, colorful pepper mixes in.
Something synthetic floats by, just briefly. Undistracting.
I also smell mini-minty, paired with nondescript vanilla - very interesting.
But only briefly. Then follow leathery amber notes, united with masculine musk.
Suede jacket eroticism by the fireplace. It crackles.
Someone is swirling a cognac. Stories are being told.
What a combination. Calm, liberating, bringing home. Wonderful.
Cozy Nights.
Cozy Sweater Alert. HOME.
For all types.
That's it.
What a fragrance. Wonder-Donder soft.
I like you very much. You will be with me, later, alongside others, in the dark hours of winter.
And in other ways too.
You stand out endearingly, gentle seduction is your mission.
Tell me lies, tell sweet little lies...
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...way up..
What's there? Zero gravity? Aliens? Black holes?
Few know, even the ISS occupants have by far not seen everything...and smelled...
Can you even smell there ?
Does this scent seduce me into other spheres...? Well, at least temporarily. Incomparable and unusual.
KARAT helps me do that.
Unforgettable song.
HAVE TOUCHED THE MOON WITH YOUR HAND
Throws the night the shadows in the window,
I lie awake, often still awake.
And I fly with my thoughts
Out of the day, far far away.
And the silence drives me with its wings
into the night.
And I feel for a moment
i want to be somewhere else.
Touched the moon with my hand,
when the earth slept.
A few seconds he seduced me,
To move with the stars.
Throw a stone far into the sky,
far up.
He's coming back to earth forever,
Must return.
On his journey he has seen the earth
Far from above.
Sometimes I want for a few seconds
To fly up there too.
Touched the moon with my hand,
when the earth was asleep.
A few seconds he tempted me,
To move with the stars.
Fahrenheit 32 is a fragrance, not of this world. Cosmic rosy tart florals combine with cautious vanilla, violets and vetiver in a space suit are a strange metallic protective shell. Gently dancing around the florals, herbaceously remixing each other over and over uniquely completing the fragrance picture. Never smelled so....
1 Fahrenheit is -17.222222 degrees Celsius. Thus, 32 Fahrenheit is 0 degrees Celsius. A cold beauty from the moon, sent with restrained subtlety and cool elegance. (?)
Named fragrance molecules ignite in me 100 Fahrenheit and increased temperature for extraterrestrial occasions.
Sadly, rare to come by anymore.
Monolith (?)
In any case, a unique specimen of the special class from outer space.
Dances our world with itself already in the fever?
Few know, even the ISS occupants have by far not seen everything...and smelled...
Can you even smell there ?
Does this scent seduce me into other spheres...? Well, at least temporarily. Incomparable and unusual.
KARAT helps me do that.
Unforgettable song.
HAVE TOUCHED THE MOON WITH YOUR HAND
Throws the night the shadows in the window,
I lie awake, often still awake.
And I fly with my thoughts
Out of the day, far far away.
And the silence drives me with its wings
into the night.
And I feel for a moment
i want to be somewhere else.
Touched the moon with my hand,
when the earth slept.
A few seconds he seduced me,
To move with the stars.
Throw a stone far into the sky,
far up.
He's coming back to earth forever,
Must return.
On his journey he has seen the earth
Far from above.
Sometimes I want for a few seconds
To fly up there too.
Touched the moon with my hand,
when the earth was asleep.
A few seconds he tempted me,
To move with the stars.
Fahrenheit 32 is a fragrance, not of this world. Cosmic rosy tart florals combine with cautious vanilla, violets and vetiver in a space suit are a strange metallic protective shell. Gently dancing around the florals, herbaceously remixing each other over and over uniquely completing the fragrance picture. Never smelled so....
1 Fahrenheit is -17.222222 degrees Celsius. Thus, 32 Fahrenheit is 0 degrees Celsius. A cold beauty from the moon, sent with restrained subtlety and cool elegance. (?)
Named fragrance molecules ignite in me 100 Fahrenheit and increased temperature for extraterrestrial occasions.
Sadly, rare to come by anymore.
Monolith (?)
In any case, a unique specimen of the special class from outer space.
Dances our world with itself already in the fever?
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I can't go on...
...without you.
-
(It's still hot, bright, the lightness of aquatic summer scents floating through the air, invigorating exhilarating, fading away. Ocean rush and fruit ice cream, ice-cold lemonade and melon, coconut all sorts of sunscreen and sand. Yes, this is soooooooo beautiful....)
Pure SUMMER !!! With everything !
Too short !
But now the change.
Santal Musc.
Fascinating.
You , you sit there, smiling, in a lurking position, waiting and cuddling, quietly yet eagerly you stand there, with your golden body you caress me, I look at you and I am addicted to you.
I can no longer be without you. Your enveloping essence has taken full hold of me, caressing my every step, my every movement with its gentle waves of fragrance. Your time will come, soon, when it gets darker and colder outside. Then you will shine in all your beauty, embrace me and take me on your scented journey - soft and cuddly you draw me to you. Golden amber interweaves with spicy cardamom, surrounded by warm woods. Herbs too? If, then only minimal fine threads pull through the room.
Fine ylang-ylang, with musk tenderly united, completes the cuddly comfort.
Comfortable home.
Quiet peace.
Rest.
Summer has departed, wafting its last greetings.
Farewell to the light balmy nights.
Dark and full of mysticism, autumn is already waiting for us in all its grace.
I am ready.
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(It's still hot, bright, the lightness of aquatic summer scents floating through the air, invigorating exhilarating, fading away. Ocean rush and fruit ice cream, ice-cold lemonade and melon, coconut all sorts of sunscreen and sand. Yes, this is soooooooo beautiful....)
Pure SUMMER !!! With everything !
Too short !
But now the change.
Santal Musc.
Fascinating.
You , you sit there, smiling, in a lurking position, waiting and cuddling, quietly yet eagerly you stand there, with your golden body you caress me, I look at you and I am addicted to you.
I can no longer be without you. Your enveloping essence has taken full hold of me, caressing my every step, my every movement with its gentle waves of fragrance. Your time will come, soon, when it gets darker and colder outside. Then you will shine in all your beauty, embrace me and take me on your scented journey - soft and cuddly you draw me to you. Golden amber interweaves with spicy cardamom, surrounded by warm woods. Herbs too? If, then only minimal fine threads pull through the room.
Fine ylang-ylang, with musk tenderly united, completes the cuddly comfort.
Comfortable home.
Quiet peace.
Rest.
Summer has departed, wafting its last greetings.
Farewell to the light balmy nights.
Dark and full of mysticism, autumn is already waiting for us in all its grace.
I am ready.
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Summer sun scent
Even if many things don't look like it - the lightness of being embraces me with this fragrance. We are in the middle of the summer season, everything is green and blooming, in our street the blossoming lime trees exude their beguiling fragrance.
To's wide sea drive is cancelled this year, a short visit to the Baltic Sea does it also.
I stand on the beach, softly trickles the sand through my feet, a relief. I look out at the surf, the water is churned and does not have this advertising blue heavenly color.
I breathe in the sea air with relish, salty and a little fishy surrounds me. My cute little grandson is happily jumping around and throwing little stones into the waves. We collect shells and with a little patience and attention we also find a chicken god, which is a typical black and white stone with a hole in the middle. It's supposed to bring good luck, they say. I have countless of them at home, but life did not always mean well with me...
Now I look my little one in his beautiful eyes, he hugs me and jumps back into the waves. But, I am lucky, this sweet little healthy human is proof enough.
We sit down in the sand and build a castle. Splashing and spilling is his world, he could spend hours doing that. I watch him and find many parallels to my son, my god how long has it been...Time is racing!!!
Hours earlier I had now applied Coconut Fizz, it brings South Sea feeling to the Baltic beach. Fresh flowers and the typical Coconut Splash mix with the salty sea air - perfect. I also smell blossoms and mixed fruits, but only very lightly. A fluffy vanilla creamy hint purrs along in conclusion. I can't make out tonka and sandalwood, too bad. But the sea air does the rest, they result in a typical sea scent, light and without pretensions, later blown away by the wind.... It goes very well with a walk by the sea, but for me an atypical Guerlain. It lacks recognition for me, it fades too quickly. Like the sound of the sea, it glides fleetingly along.
We make our way home. Time for dinner at great-grandpa's. Exhausted but happy, we stomp through the sand. Coconut Fizz I perceive only faintly, he disappears with the sun behind the horizon.
There it is known to continue, as once sang our Udo.
Coconut Fizz has disappointed me, unfortunately, but in conjunction with the sea air he provided light-footed entertaining Bacardi mood.
But : Coconut Fizz - I don't you miss....
To's wide sea drive is cancelled this year, a short visit to the Baltic Sea does it also.
I stand on the beach, softly trickles the sand through my feet, a relief. I look out at the surf, the water is churned and does not have this advertising blue heavenly color.
I breathe in the sea air with relish, salty and a little fishy surrounds me. My cute little grandson is happily jumping around and throwing little stones into the waves. We collect shells and with a little patience and attention we also find a chicken god, which is a typical black and white stone with a hole in the middle. It's supposed to bring good luck, they say. I have countless of them at home, but life did not always mean well with me...
Now I look my little one in his beautiful eyes, he hugs me and jumps back into the waves. But, I am lucky, this sweet little healthy human is proof enough.
We sit down in the sand and build a castle. Splashing and spilling is his world, he could spend hours doing that. I watch him and find many parallels to my son, my god how long has it been...Time is racing!!!
Hours earlier I had now applied Coconut Fizz, it brings South Sea feeling to the Baltic beach. Fresh flowers and the typical Coconut Splash mix with the salty sea air - perfect. I also smell blossoms and mixed fruits, but only very lightly. A fluffy vanilla creamy hint purrs along in conclusion. I can't make out tonka and sandalwood, too bad. But the sea air does the rest, they result in a typical sea scent, light and without pretensions, later blown away by the wind.... It goes very well with a walk by the sea, but for me an atypical Guerlain. It lacks recognition for me, it fades too quickly. Like the sound of the sea, it glides fleetingly along.
We make our way home. Time for dinner at great-grandpa's. Exhausted but happy, we stomp through the sand. Coconut Fizz I perceive only faintly, he disappears with the sun behind the horizon.
There it is known to continue, as once sang our Udo.
Coconut Fizz has disappointed me, unfortunately, but in conjunction with the sea air he provided light-footed entertaining Bacardi mood.
But : Coconut Fizz - I don't you miss....
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Storm Scent
Summer.
Heat.
Distant weather glow.
Pure nature.
The thunderstorm approaches.
Glaring lightning flashes through the purple-blue-gray-black of the sky. Sultry air lies over the dusty city. Rumbles of thunder and the first drops of rain pierce the charged air, warm winds blowing across.
I stand barefoot on the overheated street, waiting for redemption.
Then - first heavy drops wet the ground, warm damp earthy smell rises. All the plants wait for the redemptive rain, it starts. Twitching lightning, thunder, deafening crash. A natural spectacle without equal - every summer anew, always fascinating.
How small we are.
A rush of rain fills the asphalt, lots and lots of water pelting down. At first the ground appears to drown, but appearances are deceiving...The pent up energy discharges, rain, wind and thunder of lightning mix in an endless wild dance.
I stand in the midst of this natural spectacle and rejoice in the long-overdue wet that now soaks the ground, almost insatiable is its thirst...
After what feels like an eternity, the sky calms, the lightning and rumbling become quieter and more distant... Further and further away the charged clouds move, but the lukewarm rain persists. It grows lighter and lesser until only drops arrive.
Then it becomes quiet.
The ground breathes.
Sunbeams make everything glisten and now warm the earth, plants and trees again.
Herb-green scents and swathes rise. Fine and warm and humid they move through the garden, mixed with soft wet nuances of flowers and wood they gently settle.
Fragrant peace.
Here now is the first review for Eau de Médiane, a fragrance that best captures this moment for me. Moist fresh basil mingles with lavender and rosemary, drizzled with fresh lemon juice. Earthy tartness swirls past crushed blades of grass, resulting in a Mediterranean liberating awakening.
Deep breath.
A few lovely little flowers mingle in the drydown, softening the bitter-green astringency.
This fragrance is said to bear a certain resemblance to Sous le Vent by Guerlain, but it does not achieve its subtlety and versatility.
Fürwahr nevertheless for me an inspiring and refreshing fine fragrance from a small Belgian perfumery.
Guy Delforge began his work in 1986, in a former artillery testing facility, in the immediate vicinity of a count's castle, not far from the citadel of Namur. In these historical casemates, the perfumer created many unique fragrances over the years, still little known here in Germany. Noble fragrance creations from essential oils mature there like good wines in large glass balloons and are professionally bottled after this maturation in the manufactory.
A visit to the website is worthwhile.
And perhaps also a visit on site.
Heat.
Distant weather glow.
Pure nature.
The thunderstorm approaches.
Glaring lightning flashes through the purple-blue-gray-black of the sky. Sultry air lies over the dusty city. Rumbles of thunder and the first drops of rain pierce the charged air, warm winds blowing across.
I stand barefoot on the overheated street, waiting for redemption.
Then - first heavy drops wet the ground, warm damp earthy smell rises. All the plants wait for the redemptive rain, it starts. Twitching lightning, thunder, deafening crash. A natural spectacle without equal - every summer anew, always fascinating.
How small we are.
A rush of rain fills the asphalt, lots and lots of water pelting down. At first the ground appears to drown, but appearances are deceiving...The pent up energy discharges, rain, wind and thunder of lightning mix in an endless wild dance.
I stand in the midst of this natural spectacle and rejoice in the long-overdue wet that now soaks the ground, almost insatiable is its thirst...
After what feels like an eternity, the sky calms, the lightning and rumbling become quieter and more distant... Further and further away the charged clouds move, but the lukewarm rain persists. It grows lighter and lesser until only drops arrive.
Then it becomes quiet.
The ground breathes.
Sunbeams make everything glisten and now warm the earth, plants and trees again.
Herb-green scents and swathes rise. Fine and warm and humid they move through the garden, mixed with soft wet nuances of flowers and wood they gently settle.
Fragrant peace.
Here now is the first review for Eau de Médiane, a fragrance that best captures this moment for me. Moist fresh basil mingles with lavender and rosemary, drizzled with fresh lemon juice. Earthy tartness swirls past crushed blades of grass, resulting in a Mediterranean liberating awakening.
Deep breath.
A few lovely little flowers mingle in the drydown, softening the bitter-green astringency.
This fragrance is said to bear a certain resemblance to Sous le Vent by Guerlain, but it does not achieve its subtlety and versatility.
Fürwahr nevertheless for me an inspiring and refreshing fine fragrance from a small Belgian perfumery.
Guy Delforge began his work in 1986, in a former artillery testing facility, in the immediate vicinity of a count's castle, not far from the citadel of Namur. In these historical casemates, the perfumer created many unique fragrances over the years, still little known here in Germany. Noble fragrance creations from essential oils mature there like good wines in large glass balloons and are professionally bottled after this maturation in the manufactory.
A visit to the website is worthwhile.
And perhaps also a visit on site.
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