Aroma of Indian summer from Ramon Molvizar...

Aromas from the master of a magnificent intrigue Ramón Molvizar leave indifferent a little, even ascetics with the eternal renunciation of wordly pleasures, involuntarily like magnificence of registration of precious caskets and contents of crystal bottles.
As they say not the fall is guilty of our grief, and only lack of spring in soul.
Composition artful designs in elegance of golden bottles will captivate the unusual sounding, the refinement of perfume will begin to whirl in warm shades of autumn heat with the rustling leaves under legs.
Desire to plunge into melancholic memories of last summer season arises in the autumn evenings, through rushes of the cooling wind, more than ever, and with grief in eyes otrechyonno to peer into a low, lowering sky in hope for star shine...
Shine... it perfumery works of Ramona Molvizara also possess, parts of gold leaf filled precious elixirs in handmade magnificent bottles.
Art & Gold Perfume Exlusive it is impossible to get drunk wholly, the soft fruit sounding weaved from ripe apricots, creamy vanilla with accents of a juicy saffron are ideal for poetry of autumn evening by candlelight under a romantic dinner with darling.
When there are only two and this cool autumn night belongs only to you.
Perfume an invisible easy veil covers a body with golden patches of light and entrains to the world of luxury and a distinguished sensuality of slow dance under silent melodious jazz.
What bad weather, dank cloudiness of lead heaven, only seductive sensuality of aroma of the thinnest suede in chocolate and musky chords.
At such moments you understand how time quickly flies, the spring only blossoming won severe winter, with a skrost of heat the summer rushed and... the Indian summer will be replaced again by gray-haired winter soon.
In a graceful loop of perfume the fruit melody which is smoothly flowing in luxury of a gray amba is still heard.
Candles gradually thaw in ancient candelabrums from massive gold, the room plunges into a gloom and only the lonely moon the ice shine snatches out a scattering of gold flakes in a massive bottle on a vintage dressing table...