Violetta di Parma Borsari 1870 1870

It's the time, between the years, when everyone dutifully gathers around the table, gluttony everywhere People wear heavy fragrances. People roll around in amber, patch, orange zest to celebrate. Bathing in cloves, cinnamon and animal.swimming on heavy floral swill here. Loll in their madness to the candlelight in ambroxan. They make it pop with sandalwood and honey so that flies faint from the ceiling. Some of them smell, it's hard to believe, like their own Christmas tree. Another smells like it's on fire and wonders why everyone is running. It's the time of year for a break, but there's a big party everywhere. And while corks and firecrackers are still popping, I long for the peace and quiet of the forest.
Where the little violet stands,
very still, and beautifully wafted by its own scent. Surrounded by the most delicate early blossom splendor, (which makes climate change possible.) The trees, still in winter rest, add a wooden touch.
And once again I realize: true beauty can be so simple.
And while the firecrackers are ringing loudly, I want to indulge in purism here. Just a little while longer, here with my little violet.
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The time of more or less harmonious family gatherings in the country, accompanied by excessive festivities and feasting, will soon come to an end. New Year's Eve is approaching and with it the good resolutions for the next year, which often have something to do with renunciation (and discipline).
So on the hungover first day of the year, let's refresh our awareness of how good a simple glass of cool water (possibly with aspirin) can sometimes be.
This fragrant treasure fits the bill.
A simple, classic violet fragrance, light, fresh, harmonious, which becomes a little sweeter and creamier as it progresses. Quiet, never demanding. Sooo relaxed.
..... out of stock, unfortunately.
Sometimes that's more than enough.
Happy New Year to everyone. Let it rip, or not. And a relaxed start to the new year. :-)))