Anyone who has lived in a rented apartment for a long time will appreciate the luxury of owning their own home. But if you have neither been blessed with a decent inheritance nor been lucky enough to be married to a Russian oligarch, you have no choice but to manage your pennies wisely. The bank can always help out with the rest.
For the appointment with the credit department, I put on my green, cozy sweater and reached for the
Burberry for Women bottle.
I found the yellow liquid quite fitting for the outfit and the occasion. A well-groomed and cheerful customer is certainly happy to grant a loan.
"What do you need a loan for?" the friendly bank advisor asked me. She was in her early 20s and very smartly dressed. She ushered me into the glassed-in office with a wave of her hand.
I told her about my dream of building a modest little house. However, my savings were only enough for half a tiny house. She took a deep breath and pondered. Then she asked me if I wanted my own garden next to the house. Oh yes, of course I would love to have one. "After all, apple trees need space," she said.
Strange, how did she know that? I hadn't mentioned them at all. She continued, "Imagine you're looking out into the greenery, the sunflowers bowing their heads in the warm evening..." she blinked and shifted a little in her chair, obviously dazzled. Warm rays refracted in the glass mirroring and flooded the room.
The door opened and a colleague placed a tray of crisp Granny Smith apples decorated with blackcurrants on the table between us. His eyes fell on my loan application. The house should ideally face south or south-west. What could be nicer than being able to enjoy the evening sun on the veranda after a hard day's work? While he was talking, I was suddenly distracted by a gentle murmur above our heads. A little surprised not to have noticed a deciduous tree with sweeping branches and a majestic trunk in this glass box before. Occasionally, a few leaves in the brightest autumn colors fell down and danced gently in the air as if they were feathers. I followed their flight path in disbelief - I narrowed my eyes: Were they dusted with gold?
"Do you really need a rustic wooden bench or are you more the type for a Hollywood swing?" The customer advisor snapped me out of my thoughts, her cheeks now glowing red with excitement.
"Um, yes, both would be excellent," I stammered and turned around, something had touched my arm. The shoulder-high sunflowers behind me wrapped their green leaves protectively around me, as if they were smiling at me in a friendly manner. I couldn't pursue my astonishment because the store manager joined me at that very moment and complimented me on the lovely flower in my hair, something he hadn't seen on a lady for a long time. Flower? I groped and actually pulled a white jasmine flower out from behind my ear. Wow! And how it smelled...
The employees were now eagerly coming up with ideas for a cozy home. It became more and more colorful and homey. When I reached for my handbag on the floor, it had disappeared! The floor was completely covered in rustling fall leaves. I pushed the leaves aside and discovered the bag. It was nestled on soft moss.
The air was filled with a golden autumn atmosphere, bees were buzzing and a golden retriever was slumbering peacefully next to the customer advisor's desk.
A warm breeze tickled the tip of my nose. Did I smell the sweetness of vanilla?
Having almost forgotten about the application, the branch manager announced with a beaming face that I could look at the documents at my leisure. Nothing would stand in the way of the loan.
An enchanting farmhouse like a wooden jewelry box, a dreamlike garden with space for swings of all kinds, generous land for fruit trees, stables in case the desire for horses arose, etc...
I got palpitations with fear when I saw the sum... but false alarm. All this was included for the sum of a Tiny house.
I swayed with bliss, took one last bite of the Granny Smith and waded through the colorful foliage out the glass door...
If you thought that could only have been a dream, I have to admit that you're a bit shrewd. I still don't own those lands today. But
Burberry for Women transports me to the very veranda of this picturesque late summer. I want to stay there until fall and watch the sun play, collect freckles and eat apples. Sing songs and snuggle up in knitted blankets when evening falls. The intense yellow color of the liquid in the bottle fits in so well with this time of year, an Indian summer so to speak. The fragrance unfolds fruity and floral notes without becoming sour. The sweetness of the vanilla balances out the crisp apple well, together they make a good team.
It's already a bit long in the tooth and yes - you can smell it a little. But for me, it's a rich, juicy women's fragrance that not only goes well at the weekend, but also in the office. It also gives me a little vibe of English country gentry, old money style. The base has a woody finish, time to retreat to the pretty farmhouse in front of the fireplace. Musk certainly makes the fragrance cozy, it doesn't play a dominant role and goes largely unnoticed by me. Perhaps the longevity has been affected by a reformulation, I would have expected a little more than 6 hours.
Freshly sprayed on, it has a strong sillage.
I hardly ever come across this darling on the street anymore, which is a shame. We could fill dull mug days with a colorful late summer mood.
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