All my attempts to hold her, change her mind and try me came to naught.

'Bottle finally clear' blurts out an excited voice, 'we're smelling off!'. Quiet then prevails for quite a while, and I subconsciously enjoy the pleasant, straightforward austerity of this lush, sweet-woody vanilla before curmudgeonly sounds come to me again. 'No women there Captain! Now how do we get out of this mess?' 'All cargo off the ship, lose weight, woods, vanilla and the other stuff gone!' The fragrance thus gains in heaviness and depth. The threat was unfounded, however, as the balsamic woods velvety-bind the strong vanilla, the patchouli adds texture, and the musk does its part to give the mystical vanilla an oriental-erotic flair. No, we want nothing to do with men.' Such was the raging excitement, especially at the base as well, that, even for a foodie like me, the onset of vanilla-amber sweetness turned out to be a bit threatening for a moment.

Or they fill us with oud-heavy, resinous smoke and we suffocate in the fumes. Either they pour some fresh, aquatic, green-herbaceous broth over us and we perish miserably. 'We don't care for men at all, those hairy beasts. How about a man, then?' 'Probably gone mad!' growls gruffly all round. The only lady here is my wife and she doesn't like little green men or cute ones like you. 'Of course' I reply, 'but what are you doing here.' 'We are looking for a new wearer, perhaps a fine lady or a confident gal of character who will value us and where we can develop to our full potential.' 'I can't help with that. At the same time, a dark, earthy-floral warm feeling comes up.

Together they push the slightly musty coconut macaroon note into the background. I throw them out right away, the old ripe fruit too, and spray some fresh, then it smells a lot better and we can talk.' Indeed, it soon smells tart-fruity peach and also already intense, sweet-spicy vanilla. Where did we even land?' 'Hello you little ghosts' I hear myself say! 'What are you guys doing here and why does it smell so weird?' 'Same thing every time' it burbles back, 'when I brake the load of coconuts always crash against each other, some burst and then steam out. 'What a bummer, what bad luck we've been having lately.' 'That's what you say, but don't get excited.' 'Like hell! We've got to make a good first impression here at the front, find the right target and head for it, while the base gives orders from behind and has a good time. Suddenly I hear excited voices grumbling from a somewhat musty smelling fragrance cloud to my ear. This, for me, flying saucer resembled the Cašmir bottle exactly. Dimly, I see a flashing gold something lightly tumbling, like a leaf in the wind, descending upon it. Sometime during the night, it was still dark anyway, I heard a loud rumble and noticed a yellow, rather bright light on my nightstand. Foolhardy I risked two strong spritzes and fell asleep briskly as usual. Remembering the good blog 'Are our noses raised gender-specific' by the nice lady behind LS5 on the topic 'Heteronormativity in the perfume world', I decided to choose with Cašmir by Chopard once again a women's fragrance. I like to dream, and often! In perhaps imagined support of this, I like to go to bed in the evening with a spray of perfume.

Hanae mori butterfly at ross