The niche fragrance of Irish Liqueur is a memory of warmth, comfort and coziness. It brings to the atmosphere a premonition of joyful moments and a sense of celebration.
- You must come back!
- I am what I am. I take what is given. Late. Conduct no questions asked. If reality is unavailable, what is bad then a dream?
"Martian" Rey Bradbury
In a modest house, on a quiet evening, the air stands still. The fragrance a of Irish liqueur gently wraps with creamy bliss. I do not want to leave this cozy corner of the world, where in my dreams the merry-go-round of fruit, flowers and spices aromas. Such a native and bizarrely unfamiliar scent. He comes from a beautiful childhood. He's like a good prank. Warm, thick, sticky, like apricot jam. Envelops a soft, caring, warm shawl, woven memories. But for a moment, the aroma freezes, turning into droplets of fragrant pitches. The rays of the sunset sun fall on them. Intoxication of dreams.
Resinous, sweet, vanilla, warm, spicy, fruity, tender, creamy, tasty, dry, hot, balsamic, smoky
single malt whiskey, cream, cocoa, apricot, peach, mango, coconut
lily of the valley, jasmine, cinnamon, cloves
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