Every woman can be, at least once, the fatal Catarì with an ungrateful heart, who manages to leave and never think about it again. “I’m suffering because of her…” sings the Neapolitan aria, “My son, let her be, let her be!...” But how could one forget the voluptuous Egyptian Tuberose, still lingering, warmed by Amber, daring with Orange Blossoms and Mandarin…
Keynotes: Tuberose and orange blossom
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