Charivari Charles of the Ritz 1978 Eau de Toilette

In fact, there was still very light hoarfrost on some of the flowers when she stepped outside the door. There, where the shade lingered for a long time, it was still fresh and cool.

There was a light soapy breeze on her skin. A subtle citrus note and a faint hint of fruit.

She pulled the large, white bathrobe tighter around her body. A fine, gossamer pearly mist enveloped her. Just then she came out of the shower. It was almost a ritual to go out into the garden immediately afterwards. No matter the season. However, spring was her favorite. There was tender green everywhere, it was still lush and full of strength. There everything was still dewy.

From afar, bells rang from the village, while she looked up into the sky and saw delicate white clouds drifting.

The little heads of the carnations trembled with every gust of wind. She had planted a small carpet of them and the first ones were beginning to show blossoms.

So did the old rose. This year it probably wouldn't bloom as profusely. Only three buds had formed of which two were tentatively opening. Perhaps she should have thinned out some of the herbage that was now popping up all over the garden.

No matter, she liked the interplay of plants, flowers, and spicy herbs just the way it was. It seemed delightfully natural, made her smile all the time.

Although it was still quite cool, she walked down the wooden steps and felt the soft, cool, green moss under her feet, burying her toes in it.

She let the scenery sink in for a while longer, enjoying the now slowly warming rays of sunlight that caressed her skin as delicately as cream, inhaling deeply once more before re-entering the house. This scent, this mood would accompany her throughout the day.