sâmbătă, 10 ianuarie 2015

Povesti parfumate: Puredistance I si Puredistance Opardu

Buna seara, dragile mele! 

   Astazi va rasfat cu doua parfumuri speciale de la casa de nisa Puredistance, singura ce ofera doar parfumuri in varianta extract. Prezentarea parfumurilor este ireprosabila, cutiile din piele alba fiind delicate si atent lucrate pentru a oferi celui ce alege aceasta casa un regal al simturilor. Inca nu am testat toate cele sase parfumuri Puredistance lansate pana in prezent, insa cele pe care le-am incercat mi s-au intiparit in minte ca fiind de-a dreptul minunate! 

Puredistance I

Parfumier: Annie Buzantian



RO: 

   Deschide usa casei si paseste pe covorul moale. Pielea ii e incalzita de soarele molcom si parul a rapit un strop din lumina stacojie a apusului ce isi spune povestea afara, printre florile de magnolie pe jumatate inchise. 


   Incet, isi da jos cerceii cu camee si ii aseaza pe comoda. Camasa subtire isi gaseste si ea locul in sifonier. Incet, se dezbraca de haine si totodata de masca de femeie puternica pe care o afiseaza in exterior. In final, ramane doar ea si parfumul ce si-a gasit salas in scobitura gatului alb, la incheieturile mainilor fine. Isi zareste chipul oglindit in fereastra ce da spre gradina cu trandafiri. Acum e doar EA, femeia calda, iubitoare. Femeia ce stie sa fie si mama, si iubita, si sprijin. Femeia cu miscari blande si frunte neteda, lipsita de harta grijilor de peste zi. Corpul ei delicat e strabatut de un fior in timp ce gandurile ii zboara la cel pe care il asteapta. Ii anticipeaza imbratisarea calda, vocea soptita si ochii de culoarea ambrei sfredelind-o in timp ce ea, ea ii va raspunde cu un suras bland, de catifea. 


   Puredistance I reprezinta emotie, iubire imbracata in candoare. Parfumul e usor ca o fluturare de gene, omogen si cremos, fara nicio asperitate. Il porti pentru tine si poate pentru el, iar lumea toata poate sa mai astepte...caci clipa trebuie traita la timpul ei.


EN:

   She opens the door and steps on to the thick, soft rug. Her skin is warmed up by the lazy sun and her hair selfishly took a drop from the scarlet glow of the sunset sky. Outside, the rays of light tell their story, through the half-closed magnolias. 


   Slowly, she takes off her cameo earrings and place them on to the commode. Her tenuous shirt finds it's place in the wardrobe. While she takes off her clothes, she also takes off her "powerful woman" mask that she used to display in front of the world. Finally, it remains just her perfume, hidden in the hollow of her white neck and on her delicate wrists. She catches sight of a glimpse of her face reverberated in the window, the same from wich you can see the roses from the garden. Now it's just HER, the gentle, loving woman. The one that knows how to be a mother and also a lady, the one who knows how to give strenght to the ones she loves. She is the women with gentle moves and smooth forehead, released from the map of everyday worries.


   Her delicate body is crossed by a chill while her thoughts fly to the one she waits for. She anticipates his warm embrace, whispered voice and his ambery eyes piercing her soul while she will answer him back wit a warm, velvet smile. 

   Puredistance I represents emotion, love wrapped up in tenderness. The perfume is as light as a flutter of eyelashes, smooth and creamy, without any trace of roughness. You wear it for yourself, and maybe for the one you love, otherwise, the whole world can wait...because this moment must be enjoyed right NOW. 

Opardu 

Parfumier: Annie Buzantian

RO: 

   S-a asezat in fata sevaletului si priveste cu dragoste albul hartiei. Deja isi imagineaza pictura ce o sa prinda viata in curand. Nu este primul ei tablou, insa e sigura ca pe acesta il va iubi cel mai mult. 



   Hartia e deja umeda, pregatita sa absoarba emotii si culori. Mana ei delicata traseaza primele tuse de culoare: peste hartie apar pete de violet ce se metamorfozeaza in flori mici si delicate de liliac. Femeia zambeste privind florile si parca le simte mirosul proaspat, aducator de fericire. Inmoaie iar pensula in culoare, si alaturi de florile de liliac, incepe sa picteze dulcea floare a heliotropului. De aceasta data, tusele de culoare sunt mai vii, parca te pierzi in adancimea lor. Daca inchide ochii, ii simte aroma calda si pudrata. Da! Cu siguranta asa miros amintirile - a melanj de spatiu si timp, peste care pudra fina a melancoliei s-a asezat cuminte, protectoare. 

   Lipseste totusi ceva... Hmmm.... Ce ar putea sa fie? Ah, da! Si-a dat seama si acum inmoaie pensula in cea mai candida nuanta de alb, culoarea petalelor de gardenie. Atinge cu atata emotie hartia umeda si mirosul cremos al florilor, impreuna cu o parte din sufletul se contureaza langa florile de liliac si heliotrop, desavarsind pictura. 


  Soarele isi arunca razele albe peste pictura si umezeala acuarelelor poleieste buchetul floral cu o stralucire argintata. Florile au incremenit in timp si pe masura ce culorile petalelor lor se imbina armonios, parfumul lor devine palpabil, umpland aerul din incapere, imbinandu-se cu linistea zilelor de iarna.

EN:

   She sat in front of the easel and looked lovingly at the white paper. She already imagines what the painting would look at the end and even though it is not her first one , she is sure that she will love it the most.

   The paper is already wet , ready to absorb the emotions and colors. Her hand draws the first delicate touch of color: purple specks come alive on the paper and then metamorphoses in small and delicate lilac flowers. 

   The woman smiles looking at the flowers and she almost senses their fresh, crisp smell that brings happiness. Softens her brush in color, and among the lilac flowers, she starts painting a sweet heliotrope flower. This time, the touches of color are more vivid , you get lost in their depth. If you close your eyes, you can feel their warm and powdery aroma. Yes! This is definitely how memories smell - a blend of space and time, over which the fine powder melancholy sat quietly, protective.



   There is still something missing... Hmmm... What could it be? Ah, yes! She is now running her soft brush in the moste candid shade of white, the same as gardenia petals. The woman touches the moist paper with such emotion that the creamy smell of flowers, along with a piece of her soul emerges near lilac and heliotrope flowers, perfecting the painting.


   The white Sun throws its white rays over the humid watercolor painting, gilding the floral bouquet with a silver glow. The flowers are frozen in time and as their petals colors combine harmoniously, their scent becomes palpable, filling the room, blending with the tranquility of winter days.

   Ambele parfumuri, cat si celelalte creatii Puredistance sunt disponibile la Elysee Concept Store. 

Voi ati incercat parfumurile acestei case? Care v-a placut cel mai mult? 

Atept comentariile voastre! 

2 comentarii:

Alexandra spunea...

Abia ce imi trecuse febra parfumurilor... Vorbesti asa frumos despre parfumuri ca am impresia ca pe toate le vreau si toate mi se potrivesc...

Adelina Tomescu spunea...

Draga Alexandra, ma bucur mult ca ti-am trezit astfel de sentimente prin postarea mea. In ceea ce ma priveste, cred ca febra parfumurilor nu imi va trece niciodata!