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Published fragrance reviews from Palonera.
29 published reviews · 0 helpful votes
...a sense of nostalgia winds through my veins, melancholy pulls a silvery gray ribbon through my hair, and I wish with all my might to slow down the river of time, if only for a moment. I want to hold onto the warm gold of those last days, the deep yet radiant blue of the sky, the almost imperceptibly fading splendor...
Read review →There are fragrances that break my heart. Just a little, almost, nearly. Not completely like some people, not incurable, not repairable - just enough to feel it clearly. A fine crack, a brief pain, the echo long and aching. Because they bridge decades with just one breath, the past becomes the present and I forget who...
Read review →No - I certainly did not approach the test of "Cool Water Wave" with inflated expectations, as I simply couldn't connect with the younger Davidoff creations. Nevertheless, I was curious, not least because of the "spaghetti bolognese" association from an earlier commentator, which raised eyebrows and elicited expectant...
Read review →Perhaps he got lost, the Ford, Tom Ford, in search of Tuscany. Maybe he ended up in Parma instead, in the Po Valley, and smelled there the leather that would become world-famous later on. And it did sound better, to admit, Tuscan leather, "Tuscan Leather," better than Parma leather or something like that. Who wouldn't...
Read review →...a sense of nostalgia winds through my veins, melancholy pulls a silvery gray ribbon through my hair, and I wish with all my might to slow down the river of time, if only for a moment. I want to hold onto the warm gold of those last days, the deep yet radiant blue of the sky, the almost imperceptibly fading splendor...
Read review →...a sense of nostalgia winds through my veins, melancholy pulls a silvery gray ribbon through my hair, and I wish with all my might to slow down the river of time, if only for a moment. I want to hold onto the warm gold of those last days, the deep yet radiant blue of the sky, the almost imperceptibly fading splendor...
Read review →You always meet twice in this life. Sometimes even three times. So yesterday I encountered the green fairy once again, the lovely wormwood. She seems to have no luck with men, as whenever I meet her, she goes by a different name. The first time she called herself "Absolument Absinthe" - that must have been her maiden n...
Read review →You always meet twice in this life. Sometimes even three times. So yesterday I encountered the green fairy once again, the lovely wormwood. She seems to have no luck with men, as whenever I meet her, she goes by a different name. The first time she called herself "Absolument Absinthe" - that must have been her maiden n...
Read review →No - I certainly did not approach the test of "Cool Water Wave" with inflated expectations, as I simply couldn't connect with the younger Davidoff creations. Nevertheless, I was curious, not least because of the "spaghetti bolognese" association from an earlier commentator, which raised eyebrows and elicited expectant...
Read review →...a sense of nostalgia winds through my veins, melancholy pulls a silvery gray ribbon through my hair, and I wish with all my might to slow down the river of time, if only for a moment. I want to hold onto the warm gold of those last days, the deep yet radiant blue of the sky, the almost imperceptibly fading splendor...
Read review →...a sense of nostalgia winds through my veins, melancholy pulls a silvery gray ribbon through my hair, and I wish with all my might to slow down the river of time, if only for a moment. I want to hold onto the warm gold of those last days, the deep yet radiant blue of the sky, the almost imperceptibly fading splendor...
Read review →...a sense of nostalgia winds through my veins, melancholy pulls a silvery gray ribbon through my hair, and I wish with all my might to slow down the river of time, if only for a moment. I want to hold onto the warm gold of those last days, the deep yet radiant blue of the sky, the almost imperceptibly fading splendor...
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