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With me unfortunately: Un jardin et un bac à compost
With all due respect, Monsieur Ellena, and with all the longing for Ellena beauties that are no longer produced: in this garden I land - after a very, very short, fresh nose full of southern garden sun - again and again with a painful plop right next to the compost heap. I smell the citrus-fresh ingredients very briefly, it remains a little sweet blossom scent, that's orange, isn't it? ... but again I realize that I can't get away from this compost. I'd rather get back to the Nile quickly - it also has a hint of overripe green, but I can handle it much better!
Gigli