Poesiefanny

For this, this fruity tangy kick is made for Imerwieder nachlegen like.
Bitten by the unfiltered grapefruit, can the fragrance wearer - because I find this cologne here rather feminine balanced than masculine -
brightly awakened already by the first spray and something sensual peppered still :-)
full start.
More gibts to this actually not to say - good mood guaranteed, even if for a morning coffee or afternoon espresso times the time is not enough ...
Except blood orangeBasil it seems to be the best of the series ?!!

This eau de toilette has a tart, earthy and cheerfully solid barbershop touch, yet is playfully feminine in character - making it suitable for men, women and sundry. Its initially popping citricity pleases the mountain-mottish aunt in us, but after five minutes it is already overlaid by the forget-me-not creeping in behind. This little flower pretends to be modest: but it is not! Inexorably it exudes an increasingly dominant fine spiciness - constantly flowered by the hibiscus seed.
Spice and florality are always in balance here, this is very well balanced. Sometimes an earthy touch mixes in ? that could already be a pre-flare of the woody cedar and a rooty angel - no, angelica - from the base note. Further I'm not yet, because now remains this unpretentious, but valuable fine fragrance experience firstinmal an hour at this stage.
After the tangy prelude with a pleasant not too roomy, but also not skin-deep sillage. Swiss quality product, never intrusive- but of tart fine charm. Spreads a spicy calm: Chapeau, your Alp-Öhis !!!

I bathe in rosy divine nectar and honey mead. Then, embraced by this deliciously soft fragrance, I wander along radiant streets ... lined with magnolia bushes and jasmine shrubs: a sun-kissed summer scent for carefree hours of laughter...past the Cocobello man to the lemon ice cream kiosk. My lover throws me over his shoulder, hung over with his fur, runs into the foaming spray & we romp around like children in a fight - eternal youth in our luggage!

"If you're in love and you don't know where to go... there's only one town that has what no town has: go to the front of town, where the fruit trees are in blossom, and every farmhouse will tell you..." It must be a piece of heaven... adam & Evita are sitting in the high grass on the meadow, surrounded by jasmine and violets - enjoying the loooong sunny summer afternoon. Mild sun rays fall through shady treetops. Not an apple tree to be seen far & wide. A paradise full of innocent abundance ... relaxing , wellness and a bit of yawning mischievousness from lip to ear and lip to lip - sometimes that's all it takes. The British know that, and that's why they probably created this perfume for their country trips ... ;-)

A bouquet of violets pressed stealthily to her décolleté, she comes home. Hopes no family member will notice how late she sneaks up the stairs to her room.
Thirstily she helps herself to the lime water, throws the stole carelessly over the armchair and lets herself sink into it... through the half-open window a sweet iris scent drifts in, and the memory of her dancer, who just before had buried his nose against her neck and murmured that he could not resist her scent, that she was the only one for him... Violets in the hair, roasted aromas mixed with vanilla, after the dance class they took another Café Creme at the bar ... The evening had passed much too quickly, but the ring on her finger remained ... Charles had given it to her together with the flowers and the promise to dance with her through life. And she also knew to what tune it would be - because it was being played at that very moment: Dance in the oldfashioned way, won't you stay in my arms .... it was not the flashy things that would last, but the fine little gestures, the tingling closeness of harmonious familiarity and the nuanced fragrance of a shared future.