You: Worldly, sophisticated, good taste, up-to-the-minute on all new developments. You are awash in splendid scents from artisans past and present. Or accidentally purchased Nordost splash and you can't remember why. These things happen. Back to flattery. You have developed a personal palette of preferences and alas, Nordost is no longer in your first tier. You feel the slight humanitarian tug to share a wisp of your privilege with the lumpenproletariat. You hear a call for a small bottle of liquid and begin to feel the stirrings of an urge to act. Perhaps … you think … I can make another person's life just a touch more fragrant.
Me: Having acquired by act of kindness a taste of the soapy good life, I now lack only a splash of Nordost to complete my transformation into the personified aura of smoked ham with orange glaze that is my destiny. Can you help?
Me: Having acquired by act of kindness a taste of the soapy good life, I now lack only a splash of Nordost to complete my transformation into the personified aura of smoked ham with orange glaze that is my destiny. Can you help?
I've been using a pineapple noir scent as aftershave with it but I really like the dark orange of the soap and can't help but want the matching splash to keep that going.
