Perfume of woman, Am I guilty of set exhilarate of the fragance. This
Perfume, who have done to lost my head and
my peverted without unblushing to his unvisible danger, who staid me. The guns are treacherous and indelibles. This oil insipid, you caress and corrupt, you soul with a such deconcerting pleasure. His hot, you put on and your dreams are diabolic. She gathers your heart like a bee on his flavour. At times his beautiful face, like a shooting star. There is also his hearing of one night, who impregnate on your skin until to
little morning. Before his fight of courtesan, how may I stay also longtime unactif, in becaming perharps courtier. By moment she spin its web of balm in petals of escapely and of no told. Today, I begin well better to knowed this morphology and his solid of this
perfume, like a light breeze satiny. His evaporation, you exilarate all the sens and you thoughtless same a little devil. This perfume slap you your live until to the last drop of presence. Without nothing see you start in the immaesurable abyss river where flow the unknown. Seeing the scheme, who drew it before me, I have prefered sign the re-issue and enjoy of his carnal innocence.