It’s like when you’re on a roller coaster ride. You know that moment where you go quickly over a peak in the ride, and you feel that weird sensation in your stomach? Then you plunge. At that moment, you’re weightless, free of anything pushing or pulling you, it’s exciting and challenging at the same time. Like Etruscan Water…
This year one perfume influenced our (my?) decision where to spend our family vacation: Etruscan Water by Francesca Bianchi Perfumes.
Ergo, the Etruscan Coast, what else? The rest of the team didn’t mind.
Just kidding (and not). This perfume has been haunting me ever since I first tried it, seducing me over months to follow, and when I fall in love I can’t really focus, and I go all the way to the Moon and back, collect a star or two while floating blissfully in space, do a couple of backward flips, usually lend straight on my nose, and this is why I didn’t finish my review yet! It’s still brewing inside my heart. I stray- let’s move on, vacation, road-trip, brain-out time…
Here’s my Tuscan Coast travelogue, and a story about Etruscan Water: where the idea was born…