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Don't Ask Me Permission by Simone Andreoli
Eau de Parfum Intense
Made in Italy
Fragrance: Oriental / Fruity
Notes: Lime, Sugar, Sweet Orange, Peach, Passionfruit, Ylang-Ylang, Heliotrope, White Musk, Sandalwood, Amber (Ambergris) and Cachaca (Liquor)
Collection: Poetry of Night
From Simone Andreoli:
An infusion of impudent beauty and cheeky femininity which flood in the pleasure of the wildest nights of Rio de Janeiro.
An invitation to drink a Maracuja Caipirinha for inexorably abandoning to the carioca groove and to the most libertine passions.
The fragrance opening surrounds the ambience with lime and sugar aromas while the heart embodies the exotic and transgressive soul of Brazil through the passion fruit, the ylang-ylang and the heliotrope.
The expression of desire and of the most explicit sensual energy is being screamed by the oriental base where amber, sandalwood and cachaça stand out.
DIARY OF DON'T ASK ME PERMISSION
Into the groove of Rio I don’t want to think, I want to dance my life above the fire of passion.
Reckless, fatal free with no purpose, no regret.
Keep drinking because the night is waiting to take us and leave us lying on the sand with nothing else than our breaths.
Don’t let her wait because we don’t want her to wait
Lust is a no translating language, an impulse to indulge without asking permission to noble feelings.
There is nothing intimate in giving your own body to a stranger.
It is a game of instincts that intertwine and struggle for a playful aim of senses satisfaction in the total absence of sharing and soul exchange.
The eyes burn of provocation, burn the seconds which still separate our bodies from pleasure.
It is said that we are all sinners of impure acts but the truth is there is nothing more pure and human than sin, and every fragile instant we repress the desire we suppress a part of ourselves.
If that instinct screams, let it shout.
That sound will just not be a noise but the awakening that you have ever unconsciously quested.”