I already dedicated a comment to the "Venice" fragrance by Yves Rocher regarding the gardens of Venice.
But now this friendly little violet in "Venetian Violet Flower Water" is smiling at me and saying: "Come up with something..." then it dances lightly with a joyfully swaying skirt through the alleys and over the numerous bridges of this city.
Well, I will follow it and let myself be surprised by the playful game it will play with me.
Because I love violets: their sweet yet tart scent, their playful old-fashioned charm, which can quickly transform them into an elegant lady with a lace parasol.
This one is of the carefree, cheerful kind, still a bit playful and perhaps that is what makes it so appealing and enticing.
Our first stop is at a large, summery fruit basket that comes directly from the "Terra Ferma," the mainland: lychees - fine and still a bit exotic - cuddle here with ripe, fragrant raspberries.
Just in terms of color, the scent is a true delight and creates a fruity freshness that is further enhanced by the mandarin. This one is friendly and not too synthetic.
On this fruit basket, our cheerful violet simply settles down: it frolics with everything it encounters and is welcomed with open arms and laughter!
Oh, here are ripe, juicy peaches: the small yellow-red ones with the robust primal aroma. They have probably not been unnecessarily and tastelessly "refined."
It's nice that they still exist - here they smell delicious and immediately flirt with our violet.
Amidst so much fruity attention, it truly blossoms: its special scent intensifies and is skillfully picked up and supported by its companions.
In a fit of exuberance, it beckons some white peonies; it has already frolicked with them in the past.
So they gladly join in and weave their floral-sweet, yet very distinct aroma into the existing fragrance tapestry.
I love these large, heavy flower heads very much; for years, peonies were my birthday flowers.
My affection is already with this fragrant painting, a nicely arranged "still life" that chatters away merrily.
The scent is still light and airy, although very aromatic.
Our lively, playful violet is also aware that it must become a bit more mature now.
It loves to frolic and therefore seeks an erotic challenge: Violetta shines, the skirt flies as she hops towards a soft musk with the entire previous entourage!
Oh, what a warm embrace, and the iris, one of the mothers of powderiness, joins in.
She does not want to leave her "companion musk" unchallenged to this little wild child with its lively swirling entourage.
The noble and pampered lady iris is a bit jealous and makes her presence known with a strong powdery declaration:
"You little peasant child, and no matter how beautiful you are in your dark violet dress with a golden face, I can hold my own!"
And the floral powder puff flits around so eagerly that it creates quite a dust.
It seems that "mare jealousy" exists in the world of scents and flowers too!
The noble, spicy, and somewhat more sophisticated cedar finally has enough: it puts an end to it!
This harmoniously concludes "Venetian Violet Flower Water."
A spicy fresh fragrance finale that fits excellently with the previous scent progression.
This results in a light yet very lively and rich fragrance water that simply always fits!
Longevity and sillage are suited to this pretty little water; more was not to be expected.
I know many heavy, sometimes even dramatic violet scents; a lively, airy being like "Venetian Violet Flower Water" is therefore very welcome to me!
This Violetta is not a "La Traviata," not a "fallen woman": I meet a floral-fruity fully bloomed beauty that carries her sensual powdery layer with grace and a broad smile.
She waves at me kindly!
Ciao, piccola Bella! Stay here a little and play with me this spring!
I would have been interested in testing that one too, because the combination of violet with fruits sounds really intriguing. Unfortunately, Crabtree doesn't have any fragrances anymore since the company was sold - such a shame. I had two of them as my go-to favorites for everyday use for years.