Verbena
My Parfumo
Club 10
Germany
Germany
Verbena I don‘t smell notes, I see pictures. 6 years ago
Member since 08/21/2014
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Verbena 2 years ago
Aunt Grete's Cake
First outing: Bee sting cake. The eastern one back then with coconut flakes, almond, and lemon aroma. However, coconut can be found nowhere in the pyramid. Perhaps my memory is playing a loving trick on me.
Citrusy, vanillic, cake-like, sweet-spicy...
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Verbena 2 years ago
Everyone and the Brief Ecstasy of the Daffodil
Everyone a daffodil? Crowned with spring-like golden flowers, entwined with herbaceous green tendrils? A citrus wink in a flirtatious gaze? Give me kissable sweetness! Turn around in the mirror! There is so much beauty....
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Saltwater. Desperately fuming and huffing against unresponsive cliffs. Plastics. The ocean taken hostage by the Great Pacific garbage patch?
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Sizzling peppery salty butter and a good whiff of creamy sweet cereal grain. Works for the kitchen. Works for the skin, too. Really amazing.
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Clammy soil for moribund roses. Raindrops drowning fire. Smokily hissing hostility. Leather garments giving no warmth any longer. November.
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Flashing skies and rumbling drums,
grassland bowing to the winds,
hailstones born of bergamot,
the heat takes flight, defeated...
grassland bowing to the winds,
hailstones born of bergamot,
the heat takes flight, defeated...
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Once upon a time fairy dust trickled down onto dark shady green and turned into crystal clear chimes. Nobody could ever break this spell.
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Drops of garnet on velvety petals. A rose glowing dark at night. Guarding those who dream. In black soil. In black silence. In eternity.
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Foggy shreds crawl through dark clammy streets. No sunbeam left to pierce the November grey. Retreat, for time has stopped until Spring.
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Waxen withering roses. Ivy claws clinging to clammy ruins. Candles flameless now, leaving no spark of life. A tomb clad in a veil of rain.
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Wind and waves. Wandering clouds. A quiet lighthouse. A steaming teapot. White sails and a blue horizon. A heart longing for distant shores.
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Herzmomente…
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