VISA during an autumn season.

The fall sung by all poets and composers is very many-sided, it quietly creeps late August, and then rushes gold September and dashingly rushes on October with rainy November on the way to Christmas prazdika.
Autumn season pleases with warm terrestrial colors and turns in a weather tuft from the drizzling rain to sudden Indian summer, and further a leaf fall with rustling of leaves under legs which gradually falling down conduct us downpours with the first to frosts where gray-haired hoarfrost on the wet soil, is so magically poured in beams of the autumn sun.
Visa from Robert Piguet is a difficult gurmanika on dark chocolate and resinous base with shades of bitter chypre notes.
In cold gray day there is desire to put on itself this dark cloud from juicy pears
velvet peaches with a thin crape of black vanilla in overtones of a gentle orange blossom.
That perfume is fine that it is ideal for all moments of fall.
In dry weather of Visa blagordno smells of gold sandalovo-ladanny powder.
The dank rain rakryvat luxury of chocolate with smack of sun-burned grapes and amber dried apricots.
And, in the first frosts the aroma shows the dark side and carries away on wings of a chypre decadence, reserving a leather, thin loop with a vpleleteniye of a gloomy moss.
On magic... having turned back in a dense leather raincoat, I like to wander about old small streets with their abandoned houses which roll in leaves of wild grapes.
The cool of non-residential premises attracts deep into the ancient house where my Visa executes the symphony of a dense elegant shipr. the aroma is difficult, many-sided in the egoism, is simply beautiful in sweet of autumn fruit and a yantarnost of spicy wine.
Imperceptibly we are abandoned by fall and though in the afternoon, there is sometimes in addition warm weather, evening the gusty wind reminds of winter cold weather.
Visa is an aroma of splinters of summer with juicy taste of bitter chocolate in vanilla and mossy smoke, it will warm and will cover from cold weather, and will be the fine satellite, decorating with romantic gloom the hostess...