Thursday, February 24, 2011

Low Priced Pokemon Plush

Musc Ravager, Frederic Malle - troublemaker.

I could tell you about Dr. Groom and his secretary Ultrasexy. I could tell you that after innuendo thinly disguised, of languorous glances and breathing difficult, it is ultimately the scent of the Secretary Ultrasexy that prompted Dr. Married to the fault (and the perfume in question would Musc Ravager, you can imagine).

But no.


Already because it's pretty much the summary the romantic drama (in English with French subtitles) as my neighbor looks now so strong that it goes through walls ( Shhhhhh ... Puede llamarme Sergio, Magdalena ... ). And also because oddly, even if it's a little scenario that is expected before feeling Musc Ravager, well it's miles away from the fact that I actually did. Well, I grant you, of course I was preparing to be disturbed, because it is the adjective that occurs most often among those who have experienced Musc Ravager. Many speak of "naked woman", "odor of skin" ... I think these qualifiers, I readily concede to Mitsouko or base notes of Lolita Lempicka first perfume (which have no relation between them, certainly, but we all forge a personal definition of what can feel the skin in the notes of a perfume). A sniff, two sniff, and no, still no chest ahead. Third sniff and aah ... Here it is, I'm confused.




Ah yes, how not to be disturbed when we feel on a smelling something strange dog approaches while own just emerging to the groomer? (Disrupted in the direction astonished, eh, do not think I let myself zoophilia between the writing of two articles). It may seem derogatory way, but actually no, not at all ... It's just that I do not explain it. I just love the cinnamon, cook with a lot, eat a lot of candles scented with cinnamon and even have tried the cinnamon sorbet (which turns out to be disgusting, believe me, never attempt), I had many short references on the subject and yet not, it's my grandmother's dog, Snoopy, which is binding on me, which felt vaguely snoopy cinnamon due to the groomer shampoo, cinnamon mingled with the smell of dog hair all warm and had a particular rendering, a little fawn. This particular rendering I found in the top notes of musk beetle, and we agree, it's far from sexy. But it is far from feeling bad ..!



So here, I who was expecting a real cabaret, gender class and glamorous, I end up with the burlesque . And the result is equally bizarre: cinnamon and rum notes heads dissipate gradually giving way to something unfathomable, of saturated, dare I say grainy? The image that comes to me, that strikes me, which I use the heart, is a huge package of Curly, you know, these biscuits appetizers corn and peanuts, to fall down. This is where I take refuge in when I have heart problems ( Oh Sergiooo! laments the doctor's wife Married behind the wall, she probably found the pot-aux-Roses). I know that many more smell sweet and sour, rich and full of these little crackers (more if you got a girlfriend, takes a Curly). Heart notes of Musk Ravager essentially boil down to this very powdery, sweet, deaf and squeaky, but already with this side amber / vanilla base notes, which take time to settle ...


And finally we get there. Until then, I could not explain the name of the fragrance (which is after all much more spicy / musky amber that), but in the end, yes, we can detect musk this a bit special ... and we understand the term "pest" which has been linked! We also note that the aspect of "Wild", which already sparkled in the top notes, just make a comeback before the curtain down. The squeaky-curly side of middle notes evaporate, giving way to a cloud of sweetness and cream. Yes, whipped cream, whipped up the house drummer with a hint of vanilla sugar ... I do not know about you but I love the smell (not to mention the fact that we could die happy just by pilfering a lick whipped cream from the tip of the index to the same bowl ...).


tamed After several weeks, a question arises, however, and I can not answer. Can we call Musc Ravager of wealthy? The top notes were explosive, yes, but the power of the fragrance decreases exponentially I find (that, or else it is I who "get used" to the smell, quite simply, I can not say ). He quickly became a "skin scent" in the sense of "close to the skin", this time, not suggestive skin, although the holding is excellent: an easy day ... and our clothes smell good even whipped the next day!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Prevent Froathy Urine

Grandpa made the Resistance!


Dentures, ok. Crosswords, ok. Walker, ok. Easels Scrabble, ok.
More dangerous than a girl showered Miss Dior Cherie, more cruel than the stepmother of Cinderella and more dangerous than psychopaths profilers shadow today our stars being honored are the grandpas!

Behind these figures lascivious looming dangerous odor-killers. Our investigators have ventured dangerously into the intricacies of the secret society the largest in the world, for your protection. You will not see the neighbor as before the 4th.

Their weapon? Their perfume. Short tour of the old feel-good, which proved to be true ... Weapons of Massive Scrabbelisation.

Prime Specimen: Grandpa Hermit

Carl Fredricksen - Là-Haut
It is said unsociable, moody, naughty limit. Eh eh ... must not be thought, but when Sir, during the pause before the advertising "Duels" Of Letters & Figures, go, nonchalantly toward his bathroom, not to check if "old" is a word of 9 letters . Oh no! And viciously muttering alone, he opened with his delicate Eau de Cologne ... The creaking metal cover, which withdraws the perniciously smile. He puckers his lips, revealing a cavity without teeth. He pours cologne on your hands, and applied with precision and used on his neck.
In his eyes, you can read his thoughts most dangerous "The account is good."

Prime Specimen: Grandpa Scholar

Elder Gutknecht - Corpse Bride
The grandpa at the library that has all dream. Small pair of half-moon glasses on the nose, cardigan, plaid and small pair of moccasins moles, it is rather to be recognizable. It was he who told us full of stories when we were small. He told us he was a journalist, he was resistant, he had known Jean Moulin. Veritable museum unto itself, it always interrupts his stories to their paroxysms, looking over a gold pocket watch two small needles, synonymous with our bed. Her perfume is the story too: Mr. handkerchief. Jicky husband, this fragrance is a living legend. Like Grandpa scholar, he seems to have experienced everything, and we will continue to evoke the wisdom! Grandpa back his spectacles on his nose, and his story continues ... amount, however in his mind the most diabolical plans for the current resistance.


Prime Specimen: Grandpa ... Grandpa!

The Stannah stairlift
Sponsored by Stannah Stairlifts and St Hubert Omega 3, it is. .. bland. Nothing surpasses everything is perfect. It has a small pavilion, garden gnomes, a pendulum in a wooden lounge that sniffs the smell of wax. He never raises his voice, and helps to Granny's cakes, and smiling more. He regretted a little time, but do not say all the time either. Nooooon ... He listens Nostalgia H24 to express his dismay. Its fragrance, it's been 50 years that it has the same. It smells good, it is fresh then the class, "refined elegance" he says. His small trump "little rascal, young rebel"? It presents two pschit after showering, between A Question For The Champion and Health Magazine. Hula's, great eternal rebel!


Prime Specimen: Grandpa Bougon
Raymond - Scenes of Household

His wife, neighbors, races, France and the French, all the nerves. Her specialty? Bitch. And say that everything was better before. Aaah ... the 1900s! No chemicals, and Jove! No Internet perverter youth. It has its place in the Resistance. Actually, it's a bit sponsoring these attacks Scrabbelisation Massive. In fact, talking of Scrabble ... Rien ne va plus! How it tolerating some English words? Deuce! Olfactory, Grandpa Bougon chose Français Fern, of Penhaligon's, because "it at least it's true men's fragrance." Clean, elegant, slightly old-fashioned, all indications are that Bougon Grandpa has another reason to wear this perfume. Oh, but wait, what he might be hiding under this little knot?


Prime Specimen: Grandpa Freshness


Hautecourt Georges - The Aristocats
In truth, it Fresheur Grandpa, Grandpa's Hype! He facebook, iPhone with the application that allows parties to cheat for his Scrabble. It has 3 pairs of Converse, and he put some skinny jeans. Then when he joking all the time! And what a flirty inveterate ah the little rascal! The ladies all dressed in fur, the youngest of all ... no, not dressed. And besides that, Grandpa Fresh remains attractive. His ultimate secret? Geranium To Sir, Dominique Ropion by Editions de Parfums Frederic Malle: a fern, yes, I am a grandpa anyway, but oh so studied, very fresh, and with the addition of a color that reminds her glasses;). It is known to our services to be the henchman for business computing. And yes, his office phone has large keys.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

One Piece Nico Robin X

Azzaro Pour Homme - When the Night Falls

Above all, the article that follows was written so that reading and music match perfectly! Normally, each " When The Night Falls ♬" , you hear this little tune ^ ^. Then for the promo, Chromeo is a Quebec band that sings a song here to take course in the second degree ... Well, it's not necessarily my style of music, but here for once, I thought it fitted quite ambience!




When The Night Falls

"Nah, but you can not understand! You know, life is like dance floor, or you're on the track, or you're at the bar. "

Thanks for that clarification Azzaro Pour Homme.
It crosses a lot of people ... strange in a nightclub. Well, now, the cacophony is ... particular. The lights, the screams, the bodies that sweat and .... big macho seducer! No luck this time I fell Azzaro Pour Homme, Zozo said, sure I'd be a nice " hunting companion" to this "pure evening full of chicks . Funny, I was convinced he was going to say female. Like what. One should never judge people at first sight. But Azzaro Pour Homme, it's hard not to understand me.

yellow shirt open to the infinite on a hairy chest to scare away the most powerful fragrances furs, diamond-enamel smile with a mouth perpetually small crease on the side. These are the attributes of macho macho man! And speaking attribute, Azzaro Pour Homme have only one topic of conversation for his attribute to him ... Romance, refinement and good taste to serve you! A man, a real, working for the ladies!

It descends to an approach "Air", from the bar stool and in a clear gesture (a rotation of the pelvis and swinging symmetrical front to back with both arms, and several times), it balance in the cheering crowd the famous "Wouhouuuuuu!" Gray believes that anyone good to cry when she wants to dance. Its not "glide smoothly" on the dance floor, her silhouette background in the mass, alongside a charming appearance and delicately platinum blonde ... orange. Zozo raises his arms high in the sky, a sign of his virility the most intense, and ...

When The Night Falls


The atmosphere is at its worst! Insipid blondes are shaking their hair so that " fruit acids go right to the tips, as in the pub " small foufou wiggle all students while "harmony", and smells begin! Wuhu! It well known, the moisture brings out the flavor. There, not magnifying it. Azzaro Pour Homme by his hairy chest dripping with good male secretion, shares her joy! Oooh ... Coconut is good, it's not " I wish you all the happiness in the world " that happens!

Ah there it is, I see him start his ridiculous dance with another blonde ... Yes, this little rocking back and forth of the arm at the crotch very clear leaves me no doubt about the nature of the choreography . I put my hand on my face, so desperate! Oh la la ... But how is it possible? Look at me that! They are close, when the fairer damsel breathes delicate aroma of his mouth. A small pseudo-seductive freshness. Include: Zozo has watered the mouth of this filth pschitt synthetic spray, " for breath."

There are always moments of shame, where an embarrassing question, you just want to say "Sorry do not speak French " and starting pitcher with a smile ... Say there, when I saw the silhouette of Black Ink, his little blue shirt patterned light, gently open on a simple neckline and male, I wanted no longer exist, Azzaro Pour Homme face me, his greatest kindness, threw his yellow shirt on his head. Nah but it's not true. I just wanted to do what a friend! Then here is the other Gifted returns to the bar, topless, drunk and sweaty as energy ... no, better to avoid the comparison.

When The Night Falls



He embraces me in his arms protruding, showing me his "Evening blow," Jade, Miss Dior evening. I smiled "stupid" to the two lovebirds, while I try with my feet back quietly to them my transparent red plastic stool, trying to make as little noise as possible, in my most intense paranoia. Big moment of suspense for me. But blessed I am, the music goes into a rhythm electro-ending, take me away, to my dismay, my two darlings. I let out a "Whew " relief. Black ink channel so subtly in my ear.
"- I see you've got to know Zozo ...
- If you knew, I think I'm close to suicide! I retorted, actually on the verge of suicide.
- And yet, you're at the beginning, I moves away from the " I show myself to the entire box "
- Are you serious here?
- Azzaro Pour Homme, where the art of finesse to show the world that yes, he has balls "concludes Black Ink, in a prophetic word, as saying to burn on a marble slab, which we will install a copy on each shrine of perfume!

When The Night Falls

The epilogue of this beautiful evening paints a rather successful. Black ink and me to drink a little lemon simple, let the rest of the time talking, like good lovers Muppet Show, the two lovers for a night, and on several other specimens fluttering.

For the record, the yellow shirt still littered the foot of the bar where she fell ...

Friday, February 11, 2011

How To Hack A Account In Pokemondeluge

Ck One - Teenage Dream.

The few times I walk into a Sephora to actually buy a perfume (it's rarer than a lunar eclipse but it happens) - and not pretending to stroll in I went to the perfume in secret last variation Shalamar ... I'm always curious to see what samples the seller will give me, all smiles, with the bag containing my purchase. Free advertisement, a way of saying "in fact, I'd have rather seen wearing this perfume there, so next time maybe, if it You like it? ". I take it a bit like personality tests cans found in celebrity magazines, you know, ten questions, three answers VERY stereotyped, and therefore three verdicts super antagonists that will forever change your vision things (most of triangles, you're happy, sad, sexy and reserved). Cashiers Sephora, these profilers from the shadows then, in turn distribute arms samples of perfumes most bankable after subtly annalysé the client and have a label pasted to the target audience. Gniark gniark, if they knew I might be platinum blonde, but behind my foundation orange dark hides a manipulative monster masters the art of psychology. A kid who buys Lolita Lempicka first fragrance? And Hop, two samples of Nina and she will know where to apples. A salt-pepper Jacky released their purchasing power of its banana-leather wallet to buy yet another Eau Sauvage? And Hop, a sample of Cool Water by Davidoff, he will return in two months divorced, hair dyed and dressed like a teenager. An old lady who comes to buy his extract Shalimar, like every first Wednesday of the month? And Hop, five samples with shalimar bag (why stop milking the cow when the milk was still ...?). Before me this day there, a very cheerful woman, dressed in black, about fifty, walked away with the bottle of Chanel No. 19 and a battery of samples of Balenciaga. Slut! I shook my bottle of Lolita Lempicka au Masculin asking me what I myself, this time it. The first time I got to play by Givenchy, a sample of black and white sample. It was to die of boredom, I fell asleep before reaching the middle note (the worst is that it's true, but must say that I had tried before going to bed). The second time I was foisted Guerlain Homme, and frankly BiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiP * *... Ah, thin, I can not say what I think really because the co-host of this blog has censored my comments. Finally, the last time I got to ... Please note, hang onto your keyboards, pregnant women and people with heart refrain: Three samples of One Million. THREE. I emerged from the pouch to put them on the counter before turning on his heel and thanked the saleswoman vaguely without looking.

on this day so I misais all on the cashier too simplistic Balanciaga who had given the previous client. And I was right to believe in his honest smile, teeth slightly wrong, because at the bottom of the bag was a small white spray. Stuck in his folding white cardboard too, there were marked plainly CK One. I do not doubt that I still have a big crush (this especially Dedications to that vendor-who did not recognize: I thank you a thousand times!). To be honest, at the time, I was not really happy because for me the worst was Calvin Klein fragrance brand you can find in the mainstream (even if the level goes up a little today with Beauty) . I knew the insipid ckfree, instability ckIN2U, the unbearable Obsession ... Ck one I knew by name, never felt, and yet I hated him immediately. Only, what, come on, two weeks later that I realized I did not know exactly what he felt. And it's on a whim I went out sample my nightstand for me perfume before going to sport one night anyway because nobody pays attention to what you feel in a Gymnasium (the air is so dusty and saturated that it is better to put off his nostrils mode to survive).


During the warm up, then I moved the arm in all directions, I was enveloped by Ck one and force me to see he was far from feeling bad ... A little lemon, a little jasmine, a little tea, a little ... What? Cotton? It smells like cotton. But I was really in bad times, small Péteux I was last year, but oh is that me now I know a little fragrance is that I will not let me fool more which is formatted to appeal to the masses, I bear the vintage, old Guerlain, the niche of the feminine, the complex of rare, if you please. My bad faith, therefore, was largely diluted the positive first impression that came to mind. What is true, I was not born the last exit from Escada, mainstream perfumes that smell good five minutes, the time for checkout, and then have more soul, more poetry, nothing more, they are flat. I feel my wrist, but that's ah, ah, but I was sure, but oh what a waste of time, ah but I doubted it. Condescending little smile before going on the parallel bars. This perfume smells of chalk. It smells pungent, it stings the nose. Forgotten, the soft top notes, CK one finally shows me his face treacherous perfume commercial. Humpf!

Too bad faith, too much bad karma? Maybe. I'm falling at the end of my movement, poor output, fracture maléole, yet I never hurt me usually ... Nothing too serious (but two weeks of the first competitions was catastrophic). Lying on the carpet, I realized that I felt so acrid, dusty, chalky ... It was as magnesia, which I had brushed his hands before putting on the bars, and CK One was obviously overshadowed, somewhat lower on my wrist (that's what happens when we pay attention for the first time in what feels a gymnasium that will teach me not to keep the nostrils mode off!). But damn, I so wanted to hate him, this perfume ...




In the emergency waiting room, the next day I took my sample with me, completely overwhelmed by my own stupidity. I hated myself on the spot, to have as many preconceived ideas, is one of my big faults, but I'm working, I'm working on ... Thus, freshly showered, far from the pungent smells and dusty carpet of the Gymnasium, I saw one CK at fair value. I feel like the hero of one of those Scandinavian tales for children, where a boy fleeing a white wolf through the woods because he has always said they were dangerous. Only when the boy fell and hurt that the wolf can finally catch up. And that the boy realizes that the white wolf is innocuous, in addition to having a beautiful peeling. The fur of my white wolf in me feels good adorably jasmine in notes heart, drowned in a cloud of musk and enhanced with a hint of green tea, which prevents the perfume around in circles on the subject of laundry. CK one fitted in so well with the prevailing smell sanitized, ubiquitous in hospitals, a little disturbing as a ultrasson, white blouses, the harsh light of halogen light, lino ... Since I associate nurses (and now that I think, CK one can make a very good perfume to work ). But well beyond this first memory, the more I feel CK one, and it reminds me of the time and the mindset of its launch, ie Youth simple, wise and relaxed 90s.

I remember friends of my brother, ten years my senior, when they were my age. These young people the hair a little long, which tore their blue jeans at the knees, played basketball after school, had rings steel gray teeth and wearing T-shirts united. Drank and ate crystalline Prince Lu snack. Their girlfriends, very wise, who chatted, sitting on the sidewalk a little further, showed off pigtails and incorporating daisies, romantic. No laptop, no joints, no alcohol, fewer laughs but more smiles, less rebellious, but deep down, perhaps freer than today's youth? Maybe they went at sunset, but at least they went together.

Last week (ie, exactly one year after my injury and my first test of CK one), I bubble in front of a music channel after draining the last drops of my sample and I came across a clip of Katy Perry that accurately reflects the images reminds me of the scent. You could not escape, this Teenage Dream, Fall 2010 tube ect, ect ... I had never seen the video and I loved this atmosphere of 90's staging, first summer vacation with friends, blue jeans, cars, beach, midnight swim without the patience to wait until midnight. Exactly, alternatively a little more Americanized, though. But Calvin Klein is an American brand, so we're not going to say anything.




That said, concluding that, in the end? Smell enjoyable gathering and signed, excellent overall consistency of the launch, commercial success is not fading in over ten years of production ... Do not throw away, what is there more to elevate the status of a fragrance classic, or rather, new-classical ? This elite that emerges while fresh, and who deserves this distinction, the Angel, Body Kouros, Amor Amor, Hugo Boss ..? These flavors would have bet on which can not be in their infancy, we may be intensely maddening because too apt, because too much sometimes, but that dominate the market ... These fragrances, behind a commercial aspect always assumed, are at the same time incredibly well built, and therefore do not deserve their place at the top !

Friday, February 4, 2011

Light Grey Suit What Colour Shirt

Carnal Flower - Jungle Power-Head


In the jungle wet and clammy in this maze of wilderness, I met her. Wild. It gives the initial impression that Carnal Flower, when you approach it for the first time. However, the approach itself of this endangered animal is worth the detour.

Basically, no safaris planned. Just the pleasure of wandering in the jungle, damp cave of the world, where time is no longer as it is. The jungle is the country sounds. The crack of a branch, the wind whipping some larger leaves that our face in a whisper quiet, the pearl drop that after the wide green of this country. Each sound is analyzed by an ear to power tenfold.

But the jungle is also home to the smells. The slightly pungent wildflowers color pronounced that gently wet aquatic vegetation, but also slightly dry wood density of protected nature, the delicate and fresh green leaves of this is being done crunching under our feet.

Carnal Flower is a real entity of the jungle. It is the animal, vegetable and mineral the unknown environment in which I wander. Animal by its liveliness, his enthusiasm and his aura of being untouchable and yet so real. Because we do meet, so to say never Carnal Flower. We feel the the guess, but it never appears before us.

Henri Rousseau Tiger Attacking a buffalo

The sound of wings that fly can be heard just above me. Sheets close to a brown past fall at my feet and I stop. The natural noise of the jungle turned off. More pops, wheezing or aquatic resonances. A frightening calm, which I actually reveals the deep darkness of the place.

I'm not safe. Some kind of invisible eyes open in the sudden darkness of the jungle. Small noises like a cape touches the ground littered with gigantic leaves reach my ear, and I decided to save myself. At first, I walked quickly to tell the truth, I will not run for not frighten me. But ... odors were faster! The violence of a blow in the stomach, another in the head and one last just under the nose, without returning to it, bores me. I fell face down in the earth. I did not move Moreover, fear of being attacked again, but in fact, I was helped.

Jungle is versatile. Carnal Flower as well. Sometimes wild, it is now soft. I raise my head and observe speed around, desperate creature eventually ubiquitous. The darkness has subsided. Actually, I think the rain begins to fall. She wakes up again nature: the sound of small drops which turns into large beads of water, and end up falling on the earth, in a chant of smells, sights and sounds gorgeous. I open my mouth a little, and drizzle a few drops of this fresh white I fall on the tongue, awakening a taste a little bitter, milky wet and deeply throughout my mouth.

drizzle intensifies gradually, and becomes a true tropical rain. The jungle is so hostile initially become almost welcoming. Vapors seem to escape from land, trees, vines and leaves. Everything gets lost in the haze inexplicable. Everything melts.

And in a last breath of wind, I feel the last time the wake of Carnal Flower in the air.