For a while there, I was thinking about trading or selling my GIT to buy Aventus, but I decided to Use and Enjoy my GIT after reading this story on the reviews section:
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A friend of mine was having tea in a cafe nestled in a small village in the Wicklow mountains in Ireland.
As she bit into her raspberry jam slathered crumpt she smelt what she could only breathlessly descirbe to me later as "the most manly, clean scent I've ever experienced".
Temporarily paralysed by olefactory overload she allowed herself to be enveloped in the aroma, her mind delving into wild fantasy and being snapped back again. Butter dirbbling down her chin.
She had to know who it was. Tentativly, she slowly turned around to steal a glance...
Who was this man?
... Bam! Peirce Bleedin' Brosnan sitting there, eyebrow arched, mischeivous twinkle in his eye.
She had to ask...
"Green Irish Tweed my darling"
As soon as she told me this story I ran out the door mid conversation, tripping over myself in a blind panic to procure myself a bottle of this magical potion (she was a very beautiful girl and I was a total fragrance newb). After getting over the shock of the price I slathered it on and was... well a touch let down.
It's fresh, clean and manly. It is similar to cool water, but it is better.
Despite my intital mild disappointment i always get complimented whenever I wear it out. Its a confident smell and I like to think I'm a little more like Peirce Brosnan whenever I wear it.
Read more: http://www.basenotes.net/ID26120716/...#ixzz10pkMQ07n
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A friend of mine was having tea in a cafe nestled in a small village in the Wicklow mountains in Ireland.
As she bit into her raspberry jam slathered crumpt she smelt what she could only breathlessly descirbe to me later as "the most manly, clean scent I've ever experienced".
Temporarily paralysed by olefactory overload she allowed herself to be enveloped in the aroma, her mind delving into wild fantasy and being snapped back again. Butter dirbbling down her chin.
She had to know who it was. Tentativly, she slowly turned around to steal a glance...
Who was this man?
... Bam! Peirce Bleedin' Brosnan sitting there, eyebrow arched, mischeivous twinkle in his eye.
She had to ask...
"Green Irish Tweed my darling"
As soon as she told me this story I ran out the door mid conversation, tripping over myself in a blind panic to procure myself a bottle of this magical potion (she was a very beautiful girl and I was a total fragrance newb). After getting over the shock of the price I slathered it on and was... well a touch let down.
It's fresh, clean and manly. It is similar to cool water, but it is better.
Despite my intital mild disappointment i always get complimented whenever I wear it out. Its a confident smell and I like to think I'm a little more like Peirce Brosnan whenever I wear it.
Read more: http://www.basenotes.net/ID26120716/...#ixzz10pkMQ07n
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