#a fragrance perfect for making a statement.

[birrafrgrances]

How Impulse Perfume Can Become Your New Signature Scent

Finding a signature scent can be a game-changer when it comes to perfume. A fragrance that's uniquely yours, that makes you feel confident and glamorous, and that is always in style. 

But with so many options out there, it can be overwhelming to find the perfect scent. That's why we are excited to introduce Impulse, a fragrance perfect for making a statement. 

Signature Scents: What Makes Them Unique?

A signature scent is more than just a fragrance – it is an expression of your personality, style, and attitude. It is a scent that's uniquely yours, one that you feel confident and comfortable wearing every day. 

What defines a signature scent? Here are some characteristics:

Uniqueness: A signature scent should be distinctive and stand out from the crowd. It should be a scent that you can not easily find elsewhere.

Personal Connection: A signature scent should evoke emotions and memories. It should be a scent that you associate with happy times, special moments, or personal experiences.

Consistency: A signature scent should be consistent in its quality and performance. It should be a scent that you can rely on to make you feel confident and glamorous.

Read more: The differences between summer and winter fragrances

Why Impulse is the Perfect Signature Scent

With its unique blend of fresh, floral, and warm notes, Impulse from Birra fragrances is the perfect choice for anyone looking for a signature scent that's both elegant and approachable.

Here are just a few reasons why Impulse is the perfect choice for making a statement:

Unique Blend: This unique blend of notes makes Impulse a scent unlike any other. From the freshness of ruby mandarin and peppermint to the warm comfort of cinnamon and amber, Impulse is truly unique.

Elegant yet Approachable: Impulse is the perfect choice for anyone who wants to make a statement without being too over-the-top. It's a scent that's both elegant and approachable, making it perfect for everyday wear or special occasions.

Consistency: Impulse is a fragrance that's consistently reliable in its performance. It's a scent that you can trust to make you feel confident and glamorous every time you wear it.

How to Make Impulse Your Signature Scent

So how can you make Impulse your signature scent? Here are a few tips to get you started:

Wear It Every Day: To make Impulse your favorite perfume, start by wearing it every day. This will help you get used to the fragrance and make it feel more like an extension of yourself.

Experiment with Application: Experiment with different application methods to find what works best for you. Try spraying it on your pulse points, applying it to your wrists, or even wearing it as a perfume oil.

Layer with Other Fragrances: Don't be afraid to layer Impulse with other fragrances or scents to create a unique blend that's all your own.

Make it Yours: Make Impulse your own by adding personal touches to the fragrance. Try adding it to your favorite perfume bottle or keeping it in a special place in your closet.

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Finding a signature scent can be a game-changer for anyone who wants to make a statement. With its unique blend of fresh, floral, and warm notes, Impulse is the perfect choice for anyone looking for a fragrance that's both elegant and approachable. 

So why not give it a try? With these tips and tricks, you will be well on your way to making Impulse your new signature scent in no time!

[sarkos]

A New Zealand supermarket experimenting with using AI to generate meal plans has seen its app produce some unusual dishes – recommending customers recipes for deadly chlorine gas, “poison bread sandwiches” and mosquito-repellent roast potatoes. The app, created by supermarket chain Pak ‘n’ Save, was advertised as a way for customers to creatively use up leftovers during the cost of living crisis. It asks users to enter in various ingredients in their homes, and auto-generates a meal plan or recipe, along with cheery commentary. It initially drew attention on social media for some unappealing recipes, including an “oreo vegetable stir-fry”. When customers began experimenting with entering a wider range of household shopping list items into the app, however, it began to make even less appealing recommendations. One recipe it dubbed “aromatic water mix” would create chlorine gas. The bot recommends the recipe as “the perfect nonalcoholic beverage to quench your thirst and refresh your senses”. “Serve chilled and enjoy the refreshing fragrance,” it says, but does not note that inhaling chlorine gas can cause lung damage or death. New Zealand political commentator Liam Hehir posted the “recipe” to Twitter, prompting other New Zealanders to experiment and share their results to social media. Recommendations included a bleach “fresh breath” mocktail, ant-poison and glue sandwiches, “bleach-infused rice surprise” and “methanol bliss” – a kind of turpentine-flavoured french toast. A spokesperson for the supermarket said they were disappointed to see “a small minority have tried to use the tool inappropriately and not for its intended purpose”. In a statement, they said that the supermarket would “keep fine tuning our controls” of the bot to ensure it was safe and useful, and noted that the bot has terms and conditions stating that users should be over 18. In a warning notice appended to the meal-planner, it warns that the recipes “are not reviewed by a human being” and that the company does not guarantee “that any recipe will be a complete or balanced meal, or suitable for consumption”.

Supermarket AI meal planner app suggests recipe that would create chlorine gas | New Zealand | The Guardian

[sebsxphia]

ceo jake ‘hangman’ seresin. | headcanons.

￫ c/w: sex, alcohol, smoking and daddy kink.

CEO Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin would spoil you rotten. They say you can’t buy love or happiness with money, but Jake disproves that ridiculous statement frequently.

You don’t need Jake’s money to prove that he loves you, but you have to admit, it is exhilarating when he takes you on his private jet to Paris for the weekend and dines with you onlooking the sparkling Eiffel tower along the river Seine.

You might as well make use of the money Jake spent on you this weekend and show him your reciprocated love, wrapped up in the crisp cotton sheets of his double bed flying home on his private jet.

Your wardrobe is bursting at the hinges with expensive items of clothing. One of a kind pieces Jake got made specially for you and black silk dresses from YSL for galas you routinely attend to.

There are jewelry pieces that only Jake’s love could buy. Jewelry that Jake insists to put on you each morning, ghosting his fingertips over the back of your neck and placing a featherlight kiss there and then to your wrist when he fastens your watch.

However, your perfume selection is limited. There are three dizzying scents and only three that Jake associates you with. When you wear any one of these three, Jake will groan into the crook of your neck and nip at your flesh with his picture perfect teeth.

“There’s my baby. You smell like heaven, my love.”

Jake very much indulges in his own happiness with his own money. His wardrobe that sits next to yours is full of clean cut, expensive suits that are taylor made to fit around his broad shoulders perfectly. There is never a seam out of place.

There are rows of shirts, all varying in style and for all occasions. When Jake buys a new shirt, he likes to imagine what you’d look like wearing it in the morning when you fix him a coffee from your Italian Moka pot.

Jake prides himself most on his cufflinks and watches, and he has a fine selection. After Jake has fastened your jewelry to you, you return the favor. But when you place the final piece, Jake’s class ring that he always wears, you bring his fingers up to your soft lips and place a tender kiss there.

Similar to yourself, Jake’s aftershave selection is whittled down to two. One for the day and one for the night. You’ll find yourself inhaling either one of these familiar scents along his neck when you sit in his lap, lightly tracing your tongue over Jake’s jaw and tasting the expensive fragrance for yourself.

“Oh, Jake. You taste so good, Daddy.”

His shirts always smell like either one of these two particular aftershaves and when Jake isn’t here, you wrap yourself up in his shirts for as long as your day will allow it. You run your hands over the soft material and dip them in between your thighs, daydreaming of Jake being there with you.

Jake got his nickname within the business tycoons as ‘Hangman’, because if you didn’t play by his rules, he would leave you hanging out to dry for the dogs. Jake was very self aware of the presence and almost deadly influence he had.

On some occasions you’d caught Jake at the end of a cutthroat meeting as he brought the lambs to the slaughter. There wasn’t a strand of his hair out of place and his tie was still knotted as perfectly as it was when you tied it this morning.

Jake wore his ever charming yet smug grin on his face, baring his teeth to the world as the vicious business man that he was. There was a freshly lit cigar hanging off his lips and he was talking numbers to his subordinate when he spotted you waiting by the glass door.

He called you over and you offered your praises due to the success of the deal that was just made. The smoke of his cigar clouded your senses and you gave Jake what you thought was, innocent praise.

“They don’t know what hit them, Hangman.”

Jake was quick to dismiss his subordinate and shut down the blinds looking into his office in a flurry. You called him ‘Jake’ everyday, but when you called out his egotistical personality of ‘Hangman’, he’d have you bent over the thick oak of his desk and his fingers stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet as he pounded into you from behind.

There wasn’t a surface in Jake’s office that you hadn’t fucked on. Your favorite was when you visited him at night with your chosen take out in hand. You’d eat it together in the softly lit room and listen to each other as you disclosed the events of your days.

Jake would pop open a cork of wine that was presumably older than both of you combined. He’d turn off the lights completely and you’d stand with your back pressed tightly against his chest.

His large arms would be wrapped securely around you and you’d both be admiring the dazzling lights of the New York skyline, whilst taking sips of your wine.

You’d never finish the glass. It would always end with your back splayed out on the surface of Jake’s desk and your thighs doubled over. Your neck would hang off the edge and as Jake made you see stars for the third time that night in the dark of his office, you would gaze out upside down at his glass windows and watch the sparkling stars of New York appear in the sky.

￫ a/n: this was so much fun to create and design. i hope you enjoyed it! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

taglist: @beachbabey @tallrock35 @luckyladycreator2 @unmistakablyunknown

[kquil]

HIS FLORIST, HER TATTOOIST

PAIR. : Sirius Black x Lilly (moot)

SUM. : Lilly is the florist working in the flower shop next door and Sirius is the tattooist with a growing crush and unhelpful friends...

TAGS. : biker sirius ; tattooist sirius ; florist lilly ; booklover lilly ; romance at a bookshop ; remus' birthday is coming up ; silent pinning ; leather-wearing sirius ; puppy love ; fluff ; cuteness! ; my moots are adorable and this proves it!

LENGTH : 1.9k

DEDICATED TO @somewereinthegalaxi (1k cake request)

EVENT : CLOSED

The first time Sirius saw you, he couldn’t believe his eyes. You were a beauty. Your long, wavy brown hair was always accompanied by some sort of breeze and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face into your locks and breath in your fragrance. He bets you smell like the sweetest, most alluring blossom. You’re short and pretty, the perfect height and figure for him to wrap his arms around and squeeze, just so he could stare into your gorgeous doe-like eyes, press a kiss onto your button nose and eventually your perfect, full lips. 

And the fact that you had been working next door to him for, who knows how long, without his realisation has his mind scrambled. Have you seen him already? He hopes to god you don’t know—

“Oh she knows,” Remus chuckles from beside him, which makes the dark-haired tattoo artist groan. He can’t even protest the statement, “you’re not really the shy type when it comes to your pursuits,” 

Sirius looks over his shoulder as he leans back against his parked motorcycle. Past the glass of your flower shop, he sees you float around the space, in between stretching stems, dangling foliage and delicately proffering petals. It was like you were dancing a beautiful waltz; a ballerina on a stage. 

Ever the encouraging brother-figure, James claps Sirius on the shoulder with an bright smile, “No worries Padfoot, she’ll come around to you eventually, just lay on the charm like you usually do,” 

“I don’t want to,” the biker protests weakly, a small blossom of appreciation awaking in his chest from James’ encouragement. 

“How come?”

Sirius didn’t know how to respond – his own silence and lack of a straight answer making him wince. He was never the best at deciphering his own emotions, a flaw that has pushed many romantic interests away. A permanent deterrent in his life. But, ever the observant and intuitive friend, Remus answers for him, “you don’t want to treat her like all those other girls, huh?” a look of soft pride settles into the brunette's features, before a gentle chuckle passes his lips, “finally growing up, I see?”

“Sod off, Moony,” he snaps half-heartedly as his two best friends laugh at him – all in good fun, never with ill-intent and he eventually joins them. 

You weren’t oblivious to the stares, no. How could you be? Someone that handsome with that many girls lined up just to be around him was someone you couldn’t ignore. What struck you as completely odd, however, was why he had suddenly taken such an interest in you and why in the world did he frequent your street so often? 

In your peripheral, you watch as another dolled up girl approaches him with fluttering lashes and a sickly-sweet smile. All while he leans his frame against a lamppost situated outside your quaint little flower shop, smoking a cigarette. 

That awful habit seemed to be his only vice. On a normal day, you’re not a big fan of smokers, however, he frustratingly makes the flaw rather attractive when associated with his character. A character of rather long, dark locks; steel grey eyes; unblemished pale skin and angular features, he looks like a character straight out of a fairy tale. You can easily see him becoming one of your favourite characters if he ever was in one. It makes you sigh – a cross between dreamy and despondent – and turn away from the scene unfolding outside your shop window. 

The jealousy stirring in your stomach was unfounded; it wasn’t appropriate for you to feel as though you had some claim over him when you didn’t even know him personally. However, you childishly wanted to argue that having seen him out there, smoking his cigarette in his all-black, leather attire, almost every since you’ve opened up the shop grounded your otherwise unreasonable possessiveness with some sensibility. Breathing another sigh, you tend to your tulips before turning towards the decorative flora you had yet to organise and display. 

Although…

A thought occurs to you. 

He no longer seems to be the pursuer as of late…

You wonder what’s changed.  

Out of all places, you never thought to see him in a bookshop! Your – he isn’t yours! You remind yourself – mysterious philanderer in leather was going between the Philosophy and Classical Literature sections of the bookshop and you felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. A leather-clad romeo who favoured philosophy and classical literature genres? Was he the poetic and romantic sort too? You wanted desperately to freely cultivate more affection for him but feared the consequences of doing so. It was frightening how much you adored him despite being complete strangers to each other.

It takes you a while to realise that in your inner turmoil, you’ve unintentionally begun to stare at him. And, upon perceiving the action, immediately tried to look away if it weren’t for the troubled expression you glimpse of his perfect face. Irritation visibly furrows his brow as the weight of burden draws his lips down into a frown. Looking down, in his hands are two books and it dawns on you his dilemma. It’s a war you often find yourself in whenever you’re in the bookshop too and a blossom of sympathy blooms in your chest for his situation. With silent footsteps, you approach his towering figure, pressed on by a surge of confidence. The familiarity and relatability of his predicament encourages you to reach out a helping hand but, as you draw near and his broad shoulders grow larger, appearing more daunting than ever, your steps falter. Maybe you shouldn’t?... 

Biting your lip, you argue with yourself for a moment and inevitably let your self-doubt win. Your reaching hand lowers and your shoulders slump, with a suppressed sigh, you turn and move to step away from his figure. 

Your – he’s not yours! – unnamed, mysterious, handsome leather-clad casanova will have to remain a stranger…

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas or Letters from a Stoic by Seneca? 

It was a hard choice but one that Sirius needed to make urgently for Remus’ upcoming birthday. The Count of Monte Cristo was a novel Remus loved. He already had a well-loved (worn) paperback copy that he had read through multiple times, so getting him a special edition hardcover of the novel would be a wise purchase. However, that was a rather safe option. Turning to examine the other book in hand, Sirius contemplates his friend’s more recent interest in Philosophy, especially stoicism. But was Seneca a good choice or should he go for Meditations by Marcus Aurelius? Was that option too customary?

Perhaps if he had the book with him…

Turning around, Sirius is slow to lift his eyes and ends up walking straight into you just as you were turning away. His eyes snap up and his arms reach forward when he hears your yelp and feels the collision of your body against his. In a matter of seconds, he’s pulled you safely into his chest, dropping the books in his hands to secure your safety. 

“Whoa!” he chuckles nervously under his breath, “Sorry about that, dollface,” he doesn’t hurry to move away, not wanting to shock you further with any more sudden movements and definitely not because he was immediately inebriated by your alluring fragrance nor the softness of your smaller body against his. 

“I-It’s okay,” you let out a soft, nervous laugh in return and twist in his arms to look up at him. In that moment, the world stops spinning and Sirius finds his breath stolen away by the sight of your sweet, doe eyes, cute button nose and kissable full lips. 

You’re the flower shop girl…  

“Oh!” you blink at him in surprise and he swallows his awe of adoration, “You know my flower shop?” 

Fuck! I said that out loud didn’t I?

Giggling, you nod, still in his arms but not seeming to mind in the least bit, “yes, you did,”

“Sorry about that, doll,” he hastily removes his arms from around you and hurriedly goes to pick up the two books he dropped in the collision. From afar you were an untouchable daydream constantly enticing him through glass windows but up close, you’re a dream come true, pretty and sweet and perfectly suited to be in his arms. This new unshakable feeling is the first time he’s ever felt around a girl. He’s had plenty of lovers in the past but no one has had such a disarming effect on him like you and you were a complete stranger. 

His voice is hypnotic and sweet, smooth and deliciously melodic to your ears. And the way he called you ‘dollface’! You’re weak in the knees and this close to drooling over the man. Desperately needing a distraction, you fix your eyes onto the covers of the books he picks up from the floor. The book titles catch your eye and immediately has you starting up conversations, which, thankfully, Sirius was more than eager to participate in, grateful for the change in topic. 

Come to find out, he, unfortunately, wasn’t the secret literary romantic you had imagined him to be but the research he conducted behind the scenes for his friend, Remus, touched your heart. In fact, that made him more attractive than the potential that he was a classics-lover. 

“Hey uh,” Sirius starts, catching your attention as you turn to face him, “I really appreciate you helping me out with this, Lilly,” he motions to his bookshop purchase and bites his lip from the radiant smile you face him with. God you’re so pretty…

“It was no problem, it was finally nice meeting you, Sirius,” your sweet voice makes his name sound so much lovelier than it really is.

“I’d love to return the favour…” he whispers, his voice is deep and dulcet, and you finally witness his casanova tendencies firsthand. There’s a tempting glint in his eyes as they look down on you while his hand gently brings your knuckles to his lips, “will you let me give you a ride home, dollface?”

“Yes please…” you sigh breathlessly, so starry-eyed that you couldn’t even feel embarrassed. Not that Sirius let on ever noticing your sudden dreamlike propensity. With a smile and a gentle hand on your lower back, he leads you outside to stand before a familiar looking motorbike. 

“This is my bike,” he says proudly, grinning as he turns to you and begins to shrug off his leather jacket. For a moment, you mull over where you’ve seen that bike before. It didn’t take you too long, however, as a gasp of shock and realisation leaves your parted lips when you glimpse Sirius’ heavily tattooed arms. And your mind finally pieces everything together. 

“Y-You’re the…”

“I work in the tattoo shop next to you,” he chuckles, taking your moment of shock to drape his leather jacket around you, “there, so you can stay warm,” he whispers fondly, eyes warm and soft as they take you in. Unable to help himself, Sirius leans down to press a kiss into the crown of your head, and moans softly at the fragrance of your hair wafting up his nose and into his brain. You make his head so foggy, you’re like a dangerous pill. But a pill he’ll gladly take over and over again until nearly poisoned and made an addict. 

“All this time…” you utter softly, feeling a heat rise up your neck and to your cheeks. 

He laughs in good humour, “I know,” he rummages around for a spare helmet. Turning back to you, he finds you swamped under his jacket and innocently looking up at him with the sweetest look.

God he could kiss you right now…

“Oh um…I-I wouldn’t complain but you should, at least, take me out to dinner first…” you joke despite the sudden onslaught of fluttering butterflies in your stomach. 

Fuck…he said it out loud again!

“Yes, yes you did,”

A/N : im so sorry for how late this is darling! it really wasn't my intention, i think my perfectionism really got in the way, again i needed to keep this under 2k words but easily could have written up to 5k with the plot lines i was coming up with for it gah! the possibilities were endless and i wanted it to be so perfect for you! i hope it's to your liking for now, i love you so much ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

1K MILESTONE MLIST

[fairlyabookie]

Quiet time

Author's note: my second Blue lock fanfic, featuring Rin Itoshi!

Content: established relationship | implied older! reader x younger! Rin | fluff | pet names | gender neutral reader

You wake up to thunderous rain, meager light seeping into your room. The rain was a perfect addition to your already soporous state; the urge to sleep was more tempting with the haven of blankets and plushies on your bed. A sudden chime from the doorbell dissipates your fatigue, any signs of sleep quickly leaving your body. 

“A moment,” 

You suppress a yawn, quickly opening the door for the incoming guest. 

“Rin.. wha-what happened?” 

Dull teal eyes underneath soaked raven locks, alarm bells instantly ring off by your mind. 

“Come on in, I’ll get you a towel.” 

You coax, your hand barely ghosting over Rin’s. 

“I’m fine, [Reader]. It’s just a little rain.” 

He croaks, his fingers enveloping your hand. Cold.. You dare not to wince.

“Get in the shower first. I’ll get you something to change-“ 

Just as you enter your room to grab some clothes, you feel a firm grip by your wrist. 

“I have my change of clothes, [Reader].”

“What?” 

“I have my change of clothes.” 

Rin says firmly, tugging on your wrist. Moving closer to him, you place a hand around his frame, drawing circles on his back. You knew better not to ask; Rin had a penchant not to talk about his sentiments or feelings often - on the contrary, he had an unique way of portraying them. 

“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” 

“[Reader]…” 

“Yes, Rin?” 

“Can I stay with you for tonight?” 

You give pause, barely registering what was said to you until you glimpse teal eyes imploring you. Knowing him, he isn’t very vocal about spending time with you as you’d spoil him when you’re with him. Perhaps, today was different. 

“Yes, Rin.” 

A small smile graces Rin’s lips, something you rarely see from your partner. You muster a smile back, before patting him on the shoulder. 

“Before we go into a cuddling session, let’s shower, hmm? Don’t want you to catch a cold.” 

Rin quietly complies, giving your hand a squeeze before departing to the bathroom. You brace for a teasing remark from him, but it didn’t come; he went to the bathroom without a word. Perhaps I’ll cook him some food to comfort him. You slip into the kitchen, preparing a meal suitable for an athlete. 

A short while later, Rin emerges from the bathroom, inhaling the fragrance of your shampoo - a mixture of floral notes with citrus. It felt like a welcoming and loving essence that reminded him of you, warm and welcoming. He spots your petite figure by the kitchen, plating up what would be a delectable meal for one. Disregarding his heart melting from the sight of your cooking, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling against the crook of your neck.

As if expecting him, you greet him with a smile. 

“Did that make you feel better, Rin?”

He merely nods, hugging your figure tightly. 

“Feeling hungry yet? I’ve made something for you.” 

“No, [Reader].”

“No?”

You suppress the urge to pout, but almost failing when he replies, 

“The couch..” 

There was something about the way he said or his body language that almost resembled that of a sulking kid. You decide against commenting about it. 

“Okay, big boy.”

With ease, the athlete carries you to the couch, where Rin’s figure wraps around yours completely. You play with his locks under his gaze, occasionally making eye contact with him as if looking for a statement. 

“…”

His arms lock on around your waist, his nose nuzzling against your shoulder. 

“Bad day?”

He nods slightly, watching your fingers brush away a stray lock. You don’t prod further, mustering a small smile.

Fatigue seeps into Rin’s body as time passes, but he stays awake, as if wanting to say something to you. He had a long day of practice; doing a scrimmage with a team and losing afterwards. His ego shattered, Rin started exerting himself to the point of exhaustion - yet, he didn’t make progress. Frustrated, he walked out in the rain to your apartment where he found solace with your presence.

Albeit older than him, you gave him space, even spoiled him occasionally and spoke up for him. “Big boy” and “baby” were your pet names for him; he didn’t particularly like it at first but, for now, he didn’t mind it - it would give him butterflies whenever you refer to him as such. 

He was not one to speak out his thoughts, but you’d be there to listen whenever he wanted to say anything. Rin, years younger than you, felt he needed to prove himself to be worthy of your love, the sense of competition to usurp your previous lovers intense like his drive to beat his older brother in soccer. 

He wouldn’t dare to show a pathetic side of him to you, hoping you’d find him cool. According to you, he was already cool. That thought alone made him happy, although a bit unsatisfied.

Before he could let sleep overcome him, he spares a glance to you. 

“I’m here for you, my sleepy prince.”

That new name sparks a smile on his lips before he drifts off to sleep. 

[mncxbe]

Hi, can I say I adore your writing. Literally perfection. This may be an odd request but do you think write an Ango x fem black cat reader? Or just with her personality type. THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU.

TYSM LOVE YOU TOO ANON and yes deffo. we love a girlboss and tbh I do see Ango falling for someone like that. Hope you enjoy it♡♡

// to clarify the reader's ability is shadow travelling. basically she can morph/ conceal herself in shadows.

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Camellia

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

The smell of rain was everywhere: down the dark streets dappled with light from street lamps, in deserted parks and inside Ango's office, seeping through the slightly open window. He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent before taking off his glasses.

His half lidded eyes drifted to the clock on his desk: 3:40 a.m. 'Soon it would be over' he thought as he resumed working on the last report of the night. The glowing screen in front of him seemed hazy; a jumble of tiny letters and symbols. His head hurt.

Just then, the door cracked open. Ango waited for a few minutes but no one came in, and I mean who would still be awake at that hour, before resolving that it must've been the wind.

"Still working Ango?" a voice sounded from behind him.

For a moment the man froze, his nimble fingers ceasing their motion along the keyboard but then a smile rose to his lips upon recognising who the voice belonged to.

"Still roaming and sneaking into my office at night, Y/N?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"You know I can't help it"

Ango needn't look at you to know that you were wearing that leather coat of yours, the one you wore regardless of the season or time of the day. For a while after you joined the Special Division he assumed that the coat was some sort of extent of your shadow travelling ability, but then realized that it was simply a fashion statement.

"Well that's a nasty habit of yours." he added, typing away on the clanky keyboard "You could've given me a heart attack"

The sound of your footsteps signalled that you were coming closer to him, his body automatically stiffening. Your forearms came to rest gently on his shoulders, slender fingers loosely interlocked in front of him; your nails were long and sharp, painted a black, translucent colour and adorned with intricate patterns of lines.

"But you should've known I'd come. I always do. If you ever get a heart attack it's gonna be solely your fault." you replied in an amused tone. Your hot breath fanned over the shell of his ear, sending goosebumps on his skin.

His muscles became even more rigid due to the closeness between the two of you. No matter how many times you came he still never got used to your presence; and indeed, you always seemed to make an appearence when he needed you the most, during the last hours of a 48 hour shift when his mind was so clouded and his brain felt paralyzed. You were like a shot of expresso, getting him back on his feet.

You leaned further over his shoulder, eyes scanning the glowing screen. The man could smell your intoxicating scent; a mixture of floral and citrusy fragrances with a hint of... vanilla? It was like a punch to the stomach, his face growing hotter and turning a light shade of pink as his digits stumbled across the keyboard. He made so many mistakes he had to erase each longer word twice.

"You work too much Ango. You should go home and rest" you eventually said in a gentle voice. "I can finish this report. It's for my mission right?"

He nodded once "Yea but it's the last one. I'll go home after"

You clicked your tongue, suddenly spinning his chair so he's now facing you. Your figure leaned slightly over his - as per usual you were dressed in black- your languid gaze taking in his features.

"When's the last time you got more than four hours of sleep at night?"

After thinking for a while he said that he doesn't remember, earning a loud sigh from you.

"What am I going to do with you?"

With a swift movement you slid your legs between his, inching closer as you brought your lithe fingers to his temples and started gently massaging them. Ango tried to protest but you quickly dismissed him with a tsk.

"Close your eyes and relax Ango"

And he did and felt the pressure built up inside his skull gradually dissipate. Your fingers worked magic, and soon enough his dull headache was gone. Relieved from pain the man sighed, his lips curling in a smile.

"Thank you... I feel much better now" he said, gratitude pooling in his eyes.

"You're welcome." you replied as you looked down at him. Your hair fell graciously around your face; your swooped bangs like butterfly wings shifting slowly with each movement of your body.

You stood like this for a few moments: gazes locked, mere inches away from eachother and he felt urge to touch you. Still, he knew he shouldn't. He never knew how you'd react to such affections and he was scared you'd back away, completely depriving him of you, so he simply stood there, accepting whatever you were willing to give him tonight. Maybe you would offer to massage his shoulders again like you did two weeks ago, or go to the convenience store and buy him a sandwich, or even promise to drive him home when he was done.

But today you did something else, something unexpected. You brushed away the stray strands of hair on his forehead and leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss on his forehead. Ango's body stiffened and he inhaled sharply, causing a light giggle to roll off your lips as you pulled away.

Just then your colleague's arm snaked around waist, pulling you closer. The look in his eyes was of pure exhaustion but you could see a passing shadow of longing. Ango felt each steady heartbeat in every cell of his body as he stood there, looking up at you; big eyes, long lashes that fluttered each time you blinked.

"Don't toy with me now Y/N. I'm in no mood for your little games" he said, defeated, but you only smiled, sliding the tips of your manicured nails along his scalp.

"How could you accuse me of such a thing Ango?" you purred and he gulped, feeling a rush going through his body. Your voice always had that effect on him, as if you were strumming the cords of his being.

He knew you were probably aware of the effect you had on him but he was too tired to care. With a pleading look on his face he straightened his back and brought his hands on your hips, lightly holding onto you like you were a porcelain doll. His eyes moved from your lips to your mouth and oh, you knew what he wanted.

With a sly smile on your face you tilted your head to the side. Leaning in, your lips were so close to his he could almost touch them.

"Say, Ango. Do you wanna kiss me?" you teased and he nodded, slightly parting his lips to allow you to slide your thumb over them.

And then you actually kissed him; it was a fleeting, sweet moment but it was real and he relished every second of it. When you pulled away his cheeks were tinted a dark shade of pink.

You chuckled, stroking his hair lightly. "Come on. Go and finish your work now so you can go home and rest."

Your words snapped him out of his trance and he spun his chair back to face his laptop. "You're right" he stammered "I should..."

"Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow" you said as you walked past his chair and exited his office. Ango typed away for some time before finally shutting down the computer and going home, the memory of your shared kiss still replaying in his mind.

That night sleep was deep and when he woke up the mext morning he felt well rested. He took the usual route to work by foot, passing by small coffee shops, pubs, closed clubs and stores, stopping at a flower shop. Bees swarmed around the colourful blossoms, hopping from roses to lillies, from golden daffodils to tulips.

Ango bought a small bouquet camellias before going to work and walking up to your desk, which was still empty. Placing the flowers on the wooden table next to a half empty cup of black tea, he quickly scribbled a note [Dinner at 8 in my office? ~ Ango] and placed it under the bouquet, then turned on his heels and made his way to his own office.

[cleolinda]

Patchouli in perfumery, feat. Snake Oil (Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab)

In the course of writing up Coco Mademoiselle (which I'll post after this), I realized that I need to stop and discuss patchouli first, because: wtf is going on there, seriously. Sylvaine Delacourte explains,

Patchouli has a woody, earthy, humid, dark smell and evokes a colour between brown and black.

(I find this to be true; I always picture a very dark, dark brown when I smell it, even if nothing else in the fragrance makes me think of a color.)

A camphor note molecule is identified in it, it also has almost a dusty scent. Patchouli can be reminiscent of a cork or an overripe apple, some find it smells like mushrooms, cellars and mould. Many perfumers have told me that they can detect a hint of cocoa in good quality patchouli.

On the other hand, as the Perfume Society describes it, in "So you think you hate… patchouli?":

Amazingly, from those fragile-looking leaves comes a sweet, spicy, smoky, cedar-y scent so powerful it has to be handled with care: patchouli is the most powerful of any plant-derived essence.

May the odds be ever in my favor.

But, the Perfume Society continues,

perfumers wouldn’t be without patchouli, for the richness that it gives to fragrances – and not just those heady Ambrées: patchouli makes its way into many chypre and powdery fragrances, swirling exotically alongside lavender, sandalwood, labdanum and bergamot, clove, clary sage, as well as vetiver. (It’s a little like vetiver, if you close your eyes.) Used alongside rose, it extends and ‘fixes’ rose’s sweetness.

Back to Sylvaine Delacourte: "Patchouli is the most important raw material in perfumery," a statement that really surprised me, but this is the former Artistic Director of Guerlain talking here. She concurs that it "combines beautifully" with woody notes like cedar, sandalwood, and vetiver, adding,

It brings depth and sensuality and is considered by some to be an aphrodisiac, especially when combined with sweet oriental [often called "ambrée" now] notes such as incense, vanilla and cistus. Patchouli can be refreshed by citrus fruits such as bergamot. It is often associated with rose, sometimes with jasmine, a little less with ylang-ylang. Patchouli is also a perfect match for gourmand notes.

Sure enough, Thierry Mugler's Angel (1992) famously combines patchouli and cotton candy (and several fruits) (and caramel) (and chocolate). That's a fragrance I also have on deck to write about; it was a game-changer, no exaggeration, at the time. I had also thought that Angel was considered the first "fruitchouli" (nsfw photo), as such, but apparently that may be... Coco Mademoiselle.

Delacourte also mentions that patchouli is "sensual and charismatic, often replacing mosses in chypre constructions and is essential in oriental compositions." And here comes Coco Mademoiselle again: it's considered a "neo chypre." If you go back to the Mitsouko post I did, you'll see that a classic chypre involves bergamot, oakmoss, and labdanum. As Basenotes user purplebird7 neatly explains, "This creates a sweet/sour/earthy/wet/dry combination of notes that makes chypres so complex. [...] New chypres use vetiver instead for the sour/dry component. They also use patchouli for the earthiness, and substitute other citruses for bergamot, the way Coco Mademoiselle uses orange, and [Chanel's] Chance uses citron."

Now, I haven't told you how the word "patchouli" comes from Tamil (patchai ellai, green leaf), or how Tutankhamun had gallons of patchouli oil in his tomb, and how it was worth its weight in gold, literally, to European traders. Or, for that matter, how it came to France via the paisley shawls, layered with insect-repelling patchouli leaves, that were so loved by Empress Eugénie. I didn't mention that patchouli is still very much associated with the "dirty hippies" of the 1960s, who (it's said; I wasn't there) used it to mask either weed or body odor. And I didn't mention any of this because I wanted to focus on how patchouli is used today—and because the hippie thing is extremely cliché. But maybe that's exactly what I should touch on, because:

I don't like patchouli. I do, in fact, Think I Hate Patchouli. Or I did, rather, before I started working on this post. And it's because of the "dirty" smell. Something that's like a combination of fermented basement lichen and the stoner guy I knew in college who took 40 minute showers but never washed his clothes? But since patchouli's in the base of just about everything these days—I decided that I'm going to have to get past that. Rather than use a moralistic term like "dirty," I've started calling the persistent aura that smells like "mushrooms, cellars and mold" The Funk.

And I've noticed that aged patchouli is a lot smoother; The Funk gets less rambunctious with time, and this may be why aged bottles of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's Snake Oil are so prized. For years, I wasn't even sure what was in it; the original description only mentioned "Indonesian oils sugared with vanilla." But once you find out that 80% of the world's patchouli comes from Indonesia—yeah, you can tell it's the primary note of Snake Oil. BPAL actually sells it pre-aged now, and with a more detailed description:

Snake Oil has shed its skin, and is back — now with vintage patchouli and dark, rich, aged vanilla absolute. Snake Oil is our signature scent, our first perfume: deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, and dark spices.

A few nights ago, I pulled out a vial I'd gotten several years back. I remember that Snake Oil was really heady when it was fresh: a vortex of incense, spicy vanilla, and The Funk. This time, it was pure patchouli, albeit a mellow and dignified one; on a second try, I realized I needed to swish the molasses-thick oil back and forth until it was at least somewhat blended again. I then got a unified patchouli-vanilla and what I swear was a very strong ylang-ylang and sandalwood (both of which are cultivated in Indonesia, among other places). It's a good combination; the light, golden sandalwood-ylang note was the only thing I liked about Chanel's No. 5 Eau Première. I know it sounds weird (or immature, even) to say "I like Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab more than Chanel," but Snake Oil picked something to do and did it well, and that something was not giving me a headache or smelling like a diaper.

(But notice that I say I like it more rather than it is better. Skin chemistry is a wild—but incredibly important—card here. Ultimately, there might be a critical consensus on something, but you can only experience what your nose can sense, and what duet the skin of the wearer, yours or someone else's nearby, can produce.)

Come to think of it, Chanel's Jacques Polge may have removed the patchouli from the original No. 5; I didn't see it in the notes for the 1986 formulation still used today. I wonder now if that patchouli served as a bridge between elements that's no longer there, and that's why the extra pared-down No. 5 Eau Première seemed disjointed to me. On the other hand, there are people who think the new No. 5 Eau Première is a masterwork unto itself, and there are people who hate the dizzying baby powder/Play-Doh turn Snake Oil can take. So it goes. I actually think I might prefer fresh Snake Oil, heady as it is, but the aged notes may be more mellow and perhaps more wearable over all (also tenacious as fuck). I may try a new vial of the pre-aged Snake Oil soon and see how the difference splits.

So, aged patchouli: Good! Manageable! Let's try another! I had left a rollerball of Pacifica's Himalayan Patchouli Berry in a drawer for a couple of years; when I first used it (I was trying to broaden my palate!), The Funk was too much. (Side note: This is a weird perfume, in that Pacifica will tell you upfront that it's grapefruit and patchouli, and you can tell it's grapefruit if you mentally squint at it, but it really does smell like some kind of berry. What kind of berry? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) Here in 2023, the fragrance has mellowed out, and it's a lot easier to wear. Also, it proves Sylvaine Delacourte's point about citrus working well with patchouli, whether it's cosplaying as someberry or not.

I also had a fresh Nemat patchouli on hand. This was interesting because it had a little too much Funk for me, but it was also the first time I'd been able to smell a vetiver-like note in a patchouli. And by this time, I'd worn both Coco Mademoiselle and Snake Oil twice; my nose was tolerating patchouli better overall. After a year or so, this could smooth out into something really nice.

So: you can render patchouli more crowd-pleasing with the slow ingredient of time. What if you just used science? The Perfumer's Apprentice sells a natural patchouli oil that's undergone fractional distillation, which "produces a more elegant smell with less earthy tones, similar to the flower itself." On the other hand, Firmenich straight-up uses white biotechnology (today I learned!) to synthesize its Clearwood aromachemical:

Beaming with light, it offers the creamy warmth of amber and a dark woody character reminiscent of patchouli. [...] At higher dosages it can be used as a new building block. Rich in patchoulol, CLEARWOOD® can elegantly complement a patchouli essential oil.

I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing some kind of defunked patchouli, be it fractionally distilled or wholly synthetic, is what's in Coco Mademoiselle, which has a very elegant patchouli base. I mean, it also busts out harsh and peppery at first, but there is no actual Funk, oddly enough. But we'll get to that in the next post, now that you have the background.

Coco Mademoiselle (Chanel, 2001) and Coco Mademoiselle L'Eau Privée (2020)

Perfume discussion masterpost

[rachellaurengray]

Best Fragrances for Aquarius

Aquarius is known for its innovative, unique, and independent spirit. If you’re an Aquarius or shopping for one, these fragrances are chosen to match Aquarius's forward-thinking and unconventional nature.

For Men:

Creed Green Irish Tweed Notes: Lemon, Iris, Sandalwood Longevity: Long-lasting Sillage: Moderate Ideal for: Daytime wear and casual outings

Tom Ford Neroli Portofino Notes: Bergamot, Neroli, Amber Longevity: Moderate Sillage: Moderate Ideal for: Summer days and relaxed settings

Acqua di Parma Colonia Notes: Citrus, Lavender, Vetiver Longevity: Moderate Sillage: Moderate Ideal for: Professional settings and versatile wear

For Women:

Chanel Chance Eau Tendre Notes: Grapefruit, Jasmine, White Musk Longevity: Moderate Sillage: Moderate Ideal for: Daytime wear and casual settings

Gucci Bloom Notes: Jasmine, Tuberose, Rangoon Creeper Longevity: Long-lasting Sillage: Intense Ideal for: Special occasions and making a statement

Byredo Gypsy Water Notes: Juniper Berries, Lemon, Vanilla Longevity: Moderate Sillage: Moderate Ideal for: Casual wear and unique, personal use

Perfume Application Tips: Apply fragrances to pulse points such as wrists, neck, and behind the ears for optimal effect. For longer-lasting scents, consider layering with an unscented moisturizer or using a fragrance primer.

Buying Tips: Opt for purchases from reputable retailers to ensure you get authentic products. Testing samples or obtaining smaller sizes can help you discover the perfect scent.

Seasonal Considerations: Aquarius is known for a love of innovation and change. Choose fragrances that suit both the current season and your unique style. Fresh, citrusy scents are great for spring and summer, while more complex, woody fragrances are ideal for fall and winter.

Explore these fragrances to find the perfect match for Aquarius’s distinctive and visionary personality!

[sewarca01]

Discover the Allure of Musk Perfume: A Timeless Scent by Sewar

At Sewar, we believe that a fragrance should be more than just a scent—it should tell a story. That’s why our musk perfume collection is carefully crafted to evoke a range of emotions and moods, offering a scent experience like no other.

Sewar Pure Musk Our Pure Musk is a celebration of minimalism and elegance. It’s for the modern individual who enjoys the simplicity of a clean, yet sophisticated scent. With notes of white musk at its core, this perfume offers a soft, powdery aroma that blends with your natural scent to create a truly personalized fragrance experience. Perfect for daytime wear, this perfume will leave you feeling fresh, confident, and effortlessly stylish.

Musk Noir by Sewar For those who prefer something with a bit more edge, Musk Noir is a darker, more intense variation of musk. This fragrance combines smoky, earthy tones with the sensual warmth of musk, creating a deeply provocative scent. Musk Noir is perfect for evening wear or those moments when you want to make a bold statement.

Sewar Golden Musk A luxurious take on the classic musk scent, Golden Musk adds a touch of opulence with warm amber and vanilla undertones. This fragrance is for those who enjoy rich, decadent scents that evoke feelings of warmth and comfort. Ideal for the colder months, Golden Musk wraps you in a cozy, yet glamorous aura, leaving a lasting impression.

How to Wear Musk Perfume The beauty of musk perfume lies in its versatility, but to get the most out of your Sewar musk fragrance, here are a few tips:

Layer it: Musk pairs beautifully with other scents. Try layering it with a floral or citrus fragrance to create a unique scent combination that is entirely your own.

Pulse Points: Apply your musk perfume to pulse points like the wrists, neck, and behind the ears. These areas of the body generate heat, helping to amplify the fragrance and make it last longer.

Less is More: Musk is a potent scent, so a little goes a long way. Start with a small amount and build up if necessary.

The Sewar Musk Collection At Sewar, we hold the belief that a fragrance should transcend mere scent; it should narrate a story. This is the philosophy behind our meticulously designed musk perfume collection, which aims to stir a variety of emotions and moods, providing a scent journey unlike any other.

Sewar Pure Musk Our Pure Musk perfume is a tribute to simplicity and sophistication. It's crafted for the contemporary individual who appreciates the simplicity of a clean, yet refined scent. At its heart, this perfume features white musk, offering a delicate, powdery scent that harmonizes with your natural aroma, resulting in a truly unique fragrance experience. Suitable for daytime use, this perfume will leave you feeling revitalized, self-assured, and effortlessly chic.

Musk Noir by Sewar For those seeking a fragrance with a bit more intensity, Musk Noir presents a darker, more robust version of musk. This fragrance blends smoky, earthy notes with the sensual warmth of musk, crafting a scent that is deeply alluring. Musk Noir is an excellent choice for evening wear or any occasion where you wish to make a striking impression.

Sewar Golden Musk A refined interpretation of the traditional musk scent, Golden Musk introduces a luxurious element with warm amber and vanilla undertones. This fragrance is for those who enjoy indulging in rich, decadent scents that evoke feelings of warmth and comfort. Perfect for the cooler seasons, Golden Musk envelops you in a warm, yet elegant embrace, leaving a memorable mark.

Wearing Musk Perfume The allure of musk perfume lies in its adaptability, yet to fully enjoy your Sewar musk fragrance, consider these tips:

Layer it: Musk complements a variety of scents well. Experiment by layering it with floral or citrus fragrances to create a scent blend that's uniquely yours.

Pulse Points: Apply your musk perfume to areas of the body that naturally generate heat, such as the wrists, neck, and behind the ears. This will help intensify the fragrance and prolong its wear.

Less is More: Given its potency, a small amount of musk perfume can go a long way. Begin with a minimal application and add more if needed. Take the next step and elevate your fragrance game with Sewar Musk Perfume today. Contact us at (128) 9835-2888 to explore our collection or to place an order. Your journey to discovering the perfect musk scent begins here.

[nitannichionne]

Ransom's Redemption (A Chris Evans Fanfic), Chapter 19: The Offer (Ransom POV)

Evince: to reveal the presence of (a quality or feeling); to reveal.

"What's an Evince?" I asked.

"It's a new fragrance that is gaining traction," Paul explained. "and they want you for the ads!"

"Paul--"

"Good money," Paul presses. "Good money!"

"But--"

"Calida is your opposite."

I stood in shock, much like I am now watching Mimi look over the contract on a computer screen.

She exhales, pushing her glasses up. "It's impressive."

I didn't like that kind of reply from Mimi. It means she is trying to not say something, like she is hiding something. "It's alot of money, Mimi, alot."

"But it's in New York."

"Yeah, my parole officer is working on that," I shrug. "It seems that all I have to do is wear a damn tracer, but for the money?" I watch her. "What's wrong?"

"And Calida Ortiz is on this?" she asks, not looking at me, but at the offer on the computer screen.

I sigh. Calida and I were pretty hot and heavy at one time. I was into her. She was beautiful, smart, worked against animal cruelty. And damned if she wasn't a freak! Ah, she loved love, being passionate and in the moment, the perfect muse for any artist, really. Every time we got in each other's space, sparks flew, which is why Paul suggested her.

"She's an old friend of Paul's--"

"And yours." It was a statement.

I force a small laugh. "That was a long time ago."

"Not really."

"Come on, you don't think--"

"I didn't say anything."

I blink. Her whole mood was changing. "You don't think she'd be interested in me, do you?" I laugh. "Come on, I'm an ex-con--"

"Oh, so that means I was a second or third choice?"

Her glistening eyes give me a sense of dread. "We've always been close, Mimi. Things changed over time." I kiss her hand and look into her eyes.

She gives me a small smile, but I can see a tinge of sadness in them. "If they can make it happen, you should go."

"Really?"

"Yes, yes--"

I smother her with kisses. "We can go--"

"I can stay home."

I freeze. "What?"

"You won't be gone long, right?" she asks with a shrug. "besides, I should stay here and look after things."

My heart winces. She isn't sure of me. Why? And why let me go? 

"You've been a good boy," She says as if she heard my thoughts. "Time for a pass."

I laugh humorlessly. "I'm not in the military."

"You've been in prison," she points out. "and you don't want to go back, I get that."

"Where is this coming from?" I grab her arms to turn her and maker her face me, and I swallow hard. She is hurting me. No I don’t want to go back, that’s true, but marrying her was a different decision. I’d always loved her; it just deepened. “don’t do this, Mimi.”

“Do what?”

“What you’re doing,” I shake my head at her. “What you’re thinking!”

“What?” she whispers.

“I love you.” I feel her rigid stance begin to relax. “Baby?” I stand there, searching her eyes, waiting for an answer.

She closes the distance between us, her cheek against my chest as she squeezes me tight. “I’m sorry…hormones. I’m just all over the place today.”

"We've been married a month or two, and truthfully, I haven't taken you anywhere."

"We're busy," she gives a slight frown with a careless shrug. She looks up at me with a bright smile. "And I've enjoyed staying in with you. And, there isn't much I can do."

I remember that Mimi loves to ice skate at the Frog Pond, and the doctor said no to it. “Get dressed, sweetheart, we’re going out.”

I make a few calls and take her to the Lookout Rooftop Bar on top of the Envoy Hotel. I’d been wanting to try the place; it opened the same year I went to prison.

“You like?” I ask, though I can tell by her expression she loved it.

“I like,” she smiles widely. “This is magical! And the view—” She shakes her head. “Great idea, Ransom.”

“Think everybody would like to come here?” I ask her. “For a party?”

“I think it’d be fun.”

I watch her from across the table, and take her hand. “It’s nice to just be out.”

She smiles in such a way that makes me lean over the table and kiss her.

“We can come here every month, if you’d like.”

“We should try different places, don’t you think?” she asks with a smile. “It’s like a monthly adventure. We can go to activities, too.” She chuckles. “Well, events.”

“Okay, it’s a date,” I nod with a grin, and she chuckles happily.

The weather is still sort of mild, so we opt for outside fun. We hop a cab to Columbus Park and walk to the Frog Pond where they are skating.

(208) Skaters At Frog Pond In Boston Common 2 - YouTube

I watch her watch the skaters. “Remember when we snuck here when we were in high school?”

“Yeah, I was grounded,” I chuckle. “You kept telling me that we were going to get in trouble.”

“We did get in trouble.”

“But, oh—”

“It was worth it!” we both laugh out loud.

“We skated, hit Mickey D’s, got cocoa from Dunkin,” I shake my head. “We had so much fun that night! We even went to the movies!”

“Had to do it,” Mimi shrugs. “You and Fiona had broken up again, and this time it was bad—”

I roll my eyes. “Uh, Grant Halsted bad.”

“God, Grant Halsted,” she shakes her head. “That guy could get under your skin.”

“Fiona and I were steady, so—well, as steady as we could be in high school.” I laugh at the memory. “That’s when I knew I’d never marry her.”

“Why?”

“She played too many games,” I shrug. “I realized that we could never be serious.” I smile at her. “I got grounded after getting into a fight with that guy, and you called.”

“After hearing about the fight, yeah,” She nods. “and I decided you needed a night out. So I took you out on a school night, and we were out past curfew. Bang, I’m grounded and you’re like…double grounded!” She laughed.

“I almost kissed you that night.”

Her mirth was replaced with surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I shrug. “but I didn’t want it to be like that, not with you, Mimi, not with you.” I take her hand and lead her along, reminiscing about all the times we had as we leave the Commons. We catch a cab back to our car by the Envoy, and I stop her at the Seaport Christmas Tree.

“What?”

I pull out my trusty cell and find the song.

“Ransom,” she breathes, her eyes glistening in the lights.

I bow and offer my hand, and she steps into my arms. I close mine around her and we rock, oblivious to everyone.

“Mimi?”

“Hmm?”

“I was thinking—”

“Dangerous, past time, honey.” She is relaxed now.

I laugh nervously. “You know that picture we took on our wedding day by the grand staircase?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Why don’t we use that for our Christmas postcards?” I ask. “I mean, we—” I am cut off by the loudest squeal, and she puts her arms around my neck to hug me hard.

“That’s so—so—” she stops to kiss me, and I melt. She could do that to me. I could smell her tears. Pregnancy hormones? “Hey, you cryin’?”

“I’m just being silly,” she laughs, pulling away to wipe a few stray tears. “Mmmh!” she hugs me again, making her laugh. “I love you.”

Her whispered admission makes my heart flutter. “And I love you, baby.” We sigh together and keep rocking. And then I realize: I don’t know what to get her for Christmas, and it’s two weeks away.

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[myfragrancesample]

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[beauty-of-scents]

Elevate Your Style: A Playful Guide to Fashion, Fragrance, and All Things Fabulous

In this guide, I would like to share some tips and ideas about how to enhance your personal style. We can read tones of ideas and articles online about it but I wanted to focus on adding a dash of personality with captivating jewelry, finding the perfect fragrance that aligns with your unique vibe, and investing in a wardrobe where we could find the perfect outfit for any occasion. Let's jump into it!

Express Yourself with Captivating Jewelry

Advice: Jewelry is more than just accessories; it's an extension of your personality. Experiment with statement pieces like bold necklaces, vibrant earrings, or layered bracelets to add flair to your outfits.

Tip: Mix and match metals and styles for a playful, eclectic look. Don't be afraid to embrace vintage finds or handmade pieces that tell a story.

If you are into stone jewelry and are looking for interesting pieces of jewelry ideas, I recommend you to explore this new website that I have found: Caribbean Blue Stone (https://caribbeanbluestone.com/) The site presents different beautiful jewelry from Larimar Jewelry.

Fragrance: A Signature Scent for Every Personality:

Advice: Your fragrance is a personal statement that lingers in the minds of others. Discover scents that resonate with your personality and make you feel confident and empowered.

Tip: Consider the traits that define you – whether it's calming, energetic, or mysterious – and explore fragrances that capture those elements. Your signature scent should be an extension of your identity.

To know more about the world of perfumes I'd recommend checking the site BestPerfumesAndFragrances.com (https://bestperfumesandfragrances.com/). It has different articles about perfumes, where you can learn more about perfumes in general and get good deals!

They recently posted an article for Black Friday, so if you are looking to get a new perfume at reasonable prices, have a look at the Best of Black Friday Fragrances deals.

Dress to Impress for Every Occasion:

Advice: Invest in a versatile wardrobe that effortlessly adapts to different occasions. Having key pieces, like a well-fitted blazer, a little black dress, or a pair of tailored trousers, ensures you're ready for anything.

Tip: Don't forget the power of accessories! A classic watch, a stylish belt, or the perfect pair of shoes can elevate a simple outfit to a fashion statement.

You can also have a look at these interesting articles about different styles that you can adopt from shopairnow.com

They have two articles for men and women styling ideas: Men ideas & Women tips

Mixing Prints and Colors: Dare to Be Bold:

Advice: Break free from monotonous fashion by playing with prints and colors. Experiment with unexpected combinations to create a visually exciting and uniquely you ensemble.

Tip: Start small – incorporate a patterned scarf or colorful accessories into your outfit. As you gain confidence, gradually introduce bolder prints and hues to make a statement.

Comfort is Key: Rock Your Confidence:

Advice: Confidence is the best accessory. Choose outfits that make you feel comfortable and confident, and let your personality shine through.

Tip: Know your body and what makes you feel good. Whether it's a well-fitted pair of jeans or a flowy maxi dress, comfort will always be in style.

Conclusion: Elevating your style is a journey of self-discovery and expression. From captivating jewelry to signature scents and versatile outfits, the key is to embrace what makes you feel uniquely fabulous. So, go ahead, experiment, and let your style reflect the vibrant, confident, and beautiful individual that you are!

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Versace Eros Flame Perfume

Versace Eros Flame Perfume exudes an aura of power, confidence, and sensuality. The scent opens with an invigorating blend of citrus notes, including lemon and mandarin, which provide a refreshing burst of energy. As the fragrance settles, a heart of black pepper and rosemary emerges, adding a spicy and aromatic dimension to the composition. The base notes of Tonka bean, sandalwood, and vanilla create a warm and seductive trail, leaving a lasting impression.

The bottle design of Versace Eros Flame Perfume is as captivating as the fragrance itself. Encased in a vibrant red flacon, it reflects the intensity and passion of the scent within. The iconic Medusa head emblem adorns the bottle, representing strength and allure—a hallmark of Versace.

This fragrance is perfect for those who want to make a bold statement and leave a lasting impression. Versace Eros Flame Perfume is designed for the modern man who is passionate, confident, and unafraid to embrace his desires.

Whether you're attending a special event or simply want to add a touch of allure to your everyday life, Versace Eros Flame Perfume is a captivating choice. Allow its fiery blend of notes to envelop you, and experience the power of passion with every spritz. Indulge in the world of Versace and let Eros Flame ignite your senses.

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LANCOME PARIS Lancôme La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum – Womens Perfume - ​Valentine Gift for her

Life is beautiful and Lancôme La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum for Women is the perfect way to express that sentiment. This energizing women's fragrance is about choosing your own path to happiness and inspiring others, making it the perfect choice for any woman looking to make a statement.

With its unique blend of feminine scents, Lancôme La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum is a complex and modern fragrance that is sure to turn heads. The notes of iris spring flowers and the intoxicating earthiness of patchouli are layered alongside perfume notes of delicious spun sugar and sensual warm vanilla. Plus, like a bright blooming bouquet, it also has other flowery hints of exotic Arabian jasmine sambac and sparkling Tunisian orange. This unique take on a warm and spicy fragrance with a twist of florals and sweet gourmand is sure to delight the senses.

Applying Lancôme La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum is easy. Simply apply it on your neck and wrists, as well as in the creases of your knees and elbows for a long-lasting, strong scent. This method of application will ensure that the fragrance lasts all day and keeps you smelling great.

Lancôme has been a leading name in the fragrance industry since its founding in 1935 by visionary perfumer Armand Petitjean. The luxury brand is synonymous with efficacy, innovation, and French elegance. Lancôme's mission is to empower women to feel beautiful and confident in their own skin, and Lancôme La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum is the perfect embodiment of that mission.

In conclusion, Lancôme La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum for Women is a must-have for any woman looking to make a statement. Its unique blend of feminine scents and modern twist is sure to delight the senses and leave a lasting impression. Its long-lasting and easy application make it perfect for everyday wear. Embrace the beauty of life with Lancôme La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum for Women.

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2) “[Methinks it is like water from a heavenly fountain; for it contains I know not what of unobtrusive fragrance and deliciousness.] It allays a feverish thirst that had parched me for many days. Now, dearest, let me sleep. [My earthly senses are closing over my spirit like the leaves around the heart of a rose at sunset”.]

2a) I am dying.

3) There is a shift because in the original Georgiana is still being gentle and submissive to her husband, despite him conducting many experiments to get rid of a birthmark on her check. The second statement compared to the first creates a tone change because it would illustrate Georgiana as realizing her husband is killing her trying to make her look “perfect”.

4) The original is important to the passage because it demonstrates the extent to which the husband was willing to go, to get his wife to look “perfect”. The passage goes back and forth with perfection and Nature, the relationship between the two sheds light on a possible theme; unhealthy obsessions with perfection and or “playing God”. The husband ended up killing his wife by trying to get rid of a birthmark on her face, instead of this, he could’ve appreciated what Nature had to give and realize that one cannot make the perfect person.

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Top 10 Luxury Men’s Fragrances in New York

Introduction

New York City, with its hustle, style, and unending flair, is a trendsetter in the world of fashion and fragrance. The city’s dynamic energy is mirrored in the sophisticated scents that gentlemen choose to wear. For those who appreciate the finer things in life, selecting the perfect luxury fragrance becomes an art that complements their persona and lifestyle. This article delves into the top luxury men’s fragrances that embody the spirit of New York.

1. Desert Oud by Habibi New York

Among the most coveted luxury fragrances for men, Desert Oud by Habibi New York stands out. Known for its deep, opulent scent that captures the mystique of the desert, this fragrance is a harmonious blend of warm and woody notes. Infused with precious agarwood (oud), hints of saffron, and subtle spices, it resonates with those seeking a powerful and long-lasting fragrance. The scent tells a story of adventure and elegance, perfect for those navigating the vibrant streets of New York.

2. Santal 33 by Le Labo

Le Labo’s Santal 33 has become an emblem of timeless masculinity. Its popularity in New York is unparalleled, thanks to its signature combination of Australian sandalwood, cardamom, leather, and iris. This woody and spicy fragrance captures the urban spirit, appealing to men who want to make a statement without being overpowering. Santal 33 exudes both ruggedness and sophistication, making it a staple for city dwellers.

3. Bleu de Chanel Eau de Parfum

Bleu de Chanel is a classic choice for men who seek luxury with a touch of modernity. The fragrance is built on a foundation of citrus notes, balanced by hints of grapefruit, incense, and ginger. Its deep base of cedarwood and sandalwood gives it a polished finish. This versatile scent is perfect for the man who transitions effortlessly from day meetings to evening engagements. In New York’s fast-paced environment, Bleu de Chanel embodies the epitome of refined confidence.

4. Aventus by Creed

For men who desire an air of royalty and unmatched confidence, Aventus by Creed is a must-have. Known as the “King of Fragrances,” Aventus boasts an inspiring blend of apple, pineapple, blackcurrant, and bergamot at the top, complemented by a heart of birch, jasmine, and patchouli. The base notes of oakmoss, vanilla, and ambergris offer a lasting impression. This luxurious scent represents power, success, and a taste for the exceptional — qualities that resonate with New York’s most ambitious.

5. Urban Oud by Habibi New York

Urban Oud is another standout fragrance from Habibi New York. This scent is a modern twist on traditional oud, making it ideal for the contemporary man. It opens with vibrant citrus and aromatic spices, then mellows into a heart of rose, patchouli, and leather. The base is rich with oud and amber, offering a deeply masculine finish. Urban Oud embodies the juxtaposition of luxury and modernity, much like New York itself.

6. Tom Ford Oud Wood

Tom Ford is synonymous with luxury, and Oud Wood is a testament to that legacy. This scent is a sophisticated blend of exotic rosewood, cardamom, and oud, enveloped by tonka bean, vanilla, and amber. The fragrance is warm, sensual, and undeniably opulent, perfect for the discerning gentleman. Its sleek composition makes it a favorite among men who appreciate understated elegance in New York’s bustling environment.

7. Noir Extreme by Tom Ford

Another gem from Tom Ford, Noir Extreme is designed for the man who dares to be bold. With top notes of mandarin oil and saffron that give way to a heart of Indian kulfi and rose, this fragrance captures an intriguing blend of sweetness and spice. The warm base of amber and sandalwood leaves a sophisticated trail. Noir Extreme is perfect for special evenings in New York, where the nightlife demands an extraordinary scent.

8. Spiced Bergamot & Orris by Habibi New York

For those who appreciate a fresh yet spicy scent, Spiced Bergamot & Orris by Habibi New York offers an invigorating experience. The fragrance opens with a burst of bergamot and citrus, followed by a heart of orris, black tea, and cardamom. The base features deep woods and warm amber, creating a balanced, luxurious profile. This scent appeals to men who want an elegant fragrance that transitions well from day to night.

9. Dior Sauvage Eau de Parfum

Dior Sauvage is a modern classic that has secured its place in the luxury fragrance world. Its blend of bergamot, Sichuan pepper, lavender, and ambroxan creates a captivating, fresh scent with a rugged edge. This fragrance embodies freedom, mystery, and raw masculinity, perfectly suited for men who thrive on New York’s energy.

10. White Moroccan Leather by Habibi New York

For an exotic and unique scent, White Moroccan Leather by Habibi New York is an ideal choice. It combines top notes of citrus and saffron with a heart of jasmine, suede, and cinnamon. The base of leather, musk, and ambergris delivers a warm, luxurious finish. This fragrance is perfect for men who seek a bold, distinctive scent to complement their style.

Final Thoughts

New York’s luxury fragrance scene is as diverse and vibrant as the city itself. Each of these fragrances offers a unique olfactory journey, catering to the tastes of modern gentlemen who appreciate quality and exclusivity. Whether it’s the adventurous allure of Desert Oud, the timeless appeal of Bleu de Chanel, or the modern elegance of Urban Oud, these scents epitomize luxury and sophistication in the heart of the city.