Zeste Mandarine Pamplemousse Creed 1975

My young nose has not yet been allowed to experience even a fraction of the olfactory world in my only short life. I have not yet been blessed with the good fortune of experiencing the exclusive and legendary creations of the olfactories, which have been dubbed great and life-changing, which have raised the emotions to an indescribable climax. Yes, I feel fragrances as an experience - and yes - even relatively simple fragrance pyramids already please my olfactory nerve in such a way that I do not need to sum up here laconically in sufficient discretion.
Combinations of natural ingredients - or better, gifts - with even the synthetic originating substances, let emotions and feelings arise in me, which my probably ordinary and ordinary seeming appearance has never been allowed to feel.

And so, exactly so, only to an unimaginable extent that makes me doubt my healthy sense of emotions, I feel when spraying, no already when sniffing the bottle and when my tired eyes see the magnificently designed and unimprovable flacon. Joy, to an extent that the beholding of God and heaven could not give me.
Joy that I could never feel in my life and will never feel again.
Euphoria is probably the right term - as long as it is multiplied by the factor of the infinite.

Omnia praeclara rara

I advise all and sundry who stumble upon my humble contribution to stop procrastinating and start acting. Skimping is not appropriate here, such a fragrance deserves to be rewarded with every prize.

So, "Wait not, the time will never be perfect[er]." ~ Napoleon Hill