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Love that smells not of romance, but of pure chemistry - the kind that makes your head spin and makes you want to breathe it in more. It's not words that matter here, but the scent that lingers on the skin, on pillows, in hair. When people disappear, the perfume remains - like a ghost of a feeling, slow to fade away.

It's an addiction without remorse. When passion doesn't ask for permission, it just enters your bloodstream and tattoos itself with its scent. And it's impossible to understand whether it's love or habit that burns you to the point of trembling, but makes you come back again to breathe in that very “you” once more.