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07/19/2019
Profuma
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Abduction of a perfume company
I've always liked quince in fragrances. It gives a certain sweetness with a special impact. Not simply banal sugar sweet, but a sensual-melancholic sweetness with a fruity touch. Here it is precisely this note that opens the fragrance pleasure and holds itself for some time until a very dark, ripe plum is added. Jasmine contributes something full of flowers and the three notes become a dessert-like, gourmand treat that lures you incessantly. On my skin with already sweet self-smell the quince note holds itself even more persistently, than on fabric. Luckily, before I start to fight my arm more and more, the rose comes in between and pinches me one with its thorns. It skillfully blends with the top notes as if it were only meant to. I could imagine that even opponents of roses would enjoy such a completely fragrant, beautifully sensual flower. Seductively she strokes the nose and soul with her leaves softly and tenderly and threatens to lever out the mind with her manner. What a luxuriant and rich carpet of fragrance lies over my skin and the sprayed fabric...! This scent borders on a dream. I float lulled through space and time on a vanilla-coloured cloud. I have no idea where the airy tissue will take me, but I let myself drift willlessly on it. We are climbing higher and higher, but the air is not getting thinner, the opposite is the case. The finest, densely waving fragrances permeate the atmosphere and caress my senses. Amber, vanilla, oud in the noblest variation waft around my face, mix into one, only to dance again as soloists around my figure in the next moment. The cloud is getting a little darker. From her a woody scent rises up to me. It is also added to the rows of other notes and released again. There's nothing around me but white emptiness. Only the wind that holds the scents in itself and carries the cloud with me can be heard. But are we actually flying or are we in the air? I can't tell you. I can't tell you. Nothing flits past us, which would indicate a flight. Nothing remains before or around us, which would indicate a standstill. My gaze is looking for orientation. Where's up, where's down? Am I here or am I somewhere else? All I can clearly perceive are these overwhelmingly sensual and full fragrances, which combine again and again into a single composition and then seemingly take a different path one by one, only to do the same again moments later. And I'm in the middle of it. Trapped in this intoxicating frenzy. Serfs of one fragrance and of several, who can reach their goal of seducing me only too easily. A sweet temptation that hits my taste exactly in the middle when it comes to gourmand fragrances. My little heart trembles and my eyes shine like I'm a kid in a candy store. I close my eyes and soak up all the impressions around me. The thorax lifts itself more and more and takes everything in itself with pleasure.
When I exhale and open my eyes, I am back home and in my bed. I look around questioningly. Was it really just a dream? Everything felt so real, did I actually experience this trip? I see the bottle of Giorgio Gold next to me on the bedside table. What's he doing? His place is in the bathroom. I reach for him as if steered far away and lead the spray head to my nose. I close my eyes and let the fragrance make its way into my senses. Suddenly I find myself again on the vanilla-coloured cloud in the seemingly boundless white nothingness. But this time I'm not questioning. I let it happen. Float. Enjoy. Its.
Once again I let myself be seduced. Seduced by the kidnapping. The kidnapping of a perfume...
When I exhale and open my eyes, I am back home and in my bed. I look around questioningly. Was it really just a dream? Everything felt so real, did I actually experience this trip? I see the bottle of Giorgio Gold next to me on the bedside table. What's he doing? His place is in the bathroom. I reach for him as if steered far away and lead the spray head to my nose. I close my eyes and let the fragrance make its way into my senses. Suddenly I find myself again on the vanilla-coloured cloud in the seemingly boundless white nothingness. But this time I'm not questioning. I let it happen. Float. Enjoy. Its.
Once again I let myself be seduced. Seduced by the kidnapping. The kidnapping of a perfume...
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