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I like ur profile so I’ll assign you a smell and some perfumes
You probably smell like a contradiction dressed in silk. The first impression is soft, vanilla maybe, a trace of lychee or jasmine. Something light, feminine, easy to trust. The kind of scent that wraps itself around you like a compliment you didn’t ask for but wanted anyway. A sweetness that floats, inviting, almost childlike, but never quite innocent.
But it doesn’t stop there. There’s something in the base. Amber maybe. Musk. Something warm but with an undertow. You smell like secrets. Like a temple with locked doors and velvet curtains. Like a girl who’s mastered the art of being both adored and feared. You smell like someone who can bless you or burn you, depending on the hour.
There’s a floral sharpness too. Tuberose maybe. Osmanthus. Something too pretty to ignore, but with an edge you can’t quite place. You smell like someone who smiles while planning three steps ahead. Like someone who signs her name with rose gold ink and never forgets who went silent first.
If you were a bottle you’d be Mugler Alien Goddess Intense in one hand and Tom Ford Black Orchid in the other. You smell like beauty with a memory. Like a perfume that lingers in a room long after you’ve left and no one can quite agree if it was floral, fruity, or fire.
You smell like a goddess but the kind that wears heels in a war zone. Soft on the surface. Smoke in the seams.
Huan, hello …! These are the best compliments I could receive. Pinches your cheeks like a delighted grandmother. You’ve captured my essence in a bottle, I’d say 🎶
For being so sickeningly sweet, allow me to gift you some descriptions of my own, even if they are shallow and less comprehensive : You are a winter fox’s burrow, innocent at first glance, but hidden for a reason. A smile with teeth. Bandages over cuts — who can tell from what. The sound of chains rattling in a warehouse — it should be normal, but is it? The feeling of an old house creaking on its’ foundation. Porcelain chipped at the edges. A child’s missing tooth and the seven quarters found under their pillow. Rosy cheeks from standing out in the cold too long. Braces that settle teeth yet pinch the wearer’s cheeks. A collection of precious things in an innocuous box.
Here’s a lulling song for you, young savior.
