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Dear heart
Since I can call myself a friend of the short and crisp statements,
but I always like to read the contributions of my dearest Pappenheimer subscribed by me (of course also many others) and recently I was "admonished", I am once again due, I would like to give something back and also take you on a small trip.
This trip is not necessarily localized. It is, but primarily, it aims at the title-giving goal - my heart.
... so I dedicate these lines to you, because you always strike a little faster at the olfactory perception of this little masterpiece from Dior.
Paris, February 2019:
It was a good time. Have a good time. The world turned in time of my contentment, it was my birthday and the circle of my closest, dearest and confidants was perfect and complete. It shouldn't take long to be a week to be exact, and it drew me to the French capital. At that time the winter was mild and it had warm temperatures. There laughs the heart and the mind and one feels free and alive after the previous winter blues.
Excited, euphoric and happy of all collected impressions of this wonderful and uncomplicated city, in which time seems to run a little slower, when one looks through the many street cafes, the bistros and seductive little shops with sinful macarons, my way, how could it be any other way as a perfume lover, found my way to one or the other boutique on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées.
While I reminisce and try to get the pictures to speak, Non buzzes in my head, the more Édith Piaf's ne regrette rien that was there, the more funny way it was humming from one store or another.
When I entered the Dior boutique my sparkling and shining eyes had to calm down and I arrived and tested myself in peace through the PARFUMS MAISON CHRISTIAN Dior collection. Now he stood there. So much of him heard and read and I had great expectations. Hesitant and almost afraid, I stood in front of the bottle wondering what might happen as soon as I confirmed the atomizer and finest, small, liquid particles of this perfume adhered to my skin. I did it, closed my eyes and sniffed - at this point, please imagine how Dustin Hoffmann as Giuseppe Baldini, after smelling Jean Baptist's mixed perfume for the first time, raptures, gets goosebumps and a mama gasps out from Mia. The Mama Mia rotated in my head and I enjoyed and succumbed to the beauty and the silverwood grounding warmth of you.
It is a delicate, quiet and incredibly embracing companion that should have been called golden wood even better in terms of its scent characteristics. The individual fabrics of the pyramid are so finely interwoven that you can see them, but something completely new is created. One is greeted by a fine iris that is lightly incense-soaked, so that the association with warm hay in the most beautiful summer sun arises in me, without being sultry or oppressive. It gives freedom, vastness, distance and yet also the feeling of never being alone.
In the course of time, other artists join in, above all honey, which can almost be described as the main actor in the base, because over time it reduces the powderiness of the iris and creates creaminess. The woods and the leather are only accessories, perceptible, but not prominent. As do other individual notes in the heart. They create the big whole and no single note is inharmonic and fits into the composition of the chords in the right way.
So it was now, all fear and all hesitation blown away and I stood in my personal cloud from Bois d'Argent and was simply innermost fullest satisfaction and peace. I left the boutique and spent this wonderful February-Sunday afternoon with plenty of Macarons and tasty Baquettes and dedicated myself again to the tourist sightseeing.
Sometime in the evening I visited the basilica Sacré-Cœur. Armed with fresh cheese, air-dried salami and the finest wines, I stood up there on the terrace of Paris.
An unbelievable sight offered itself to me - the sea of lights of the city, the sparkling and far shining Eiffel Tower, love couple and equal three marriage proposals during my two-hour stay up there.
It was devoutly silent. The wind blew gently and I enjoyed food and drink as suddenly the most beautiful embrace I had ever received overtook and reached me - Bois d'Argent snuggled up to me again. The scent pulled into my nose and whispered to me gently that it would hold me and protect me, no matter when, no matter where, no matter how dark it would be and in that very moment, I had one of the deepest and most beautiful moments in the most beautiful company of a deep affair of the heart, felt the closeness, my body and simply listened to my breathing that walked calmly and evenly and noticed the tear that ran down my cheek. Deepest emotions, very deep happiness, love and complete contentment flowed through me and the silverwood became one with me. It shone brightly in the beautiful darkness and will always shine when it will be dark to me.
I was happy about the durability of this treasure which was about 8 hours at that time. Always quiet, never intrusive and with an intimate and private sillage, this precious jewel is a very performant treasure, which has to be searched for in me only after 10 hours +.
So I will finish this story and conclude by saying that Bois d'Argent is one of my most emotional, deepest and most important fragrances and I inevitably associate it with love, Paris, perfect happiness, warmth and security.
Forever and ever!
but I always like to read the contributions of my dearest Pappenheimer subscribed by me (of course also many others) and recently I was "admonished", I am once again due, I would like to give something back and also take you on a small trip.
This trip is not necessarily localized. It is, but primarily, it aims at the title-giving goal - my heart.
... so I dedicate these lines to you, because you always strike a little faster at the olfactory perception of this little masterpiece from Dior.
Paris, February 2019:
It was a good time. Have a good time. The world turned in time of my contentment, it was my birthday and the circle of my closest, dearest and confidants was perfect and complete. It shouldn't take long to be a week to be exact, and it drew me to the French capital. At that time the winter was mild and it had warm temperatures. There laughs the heart and the mind and one feels free and alive after the previous winter blues.
Excited, euphoric and happy of all collected impressions of this wonderful and uncomplicated city, in which time seems to run a little slower, when one looks through the many street cafes, the bistros and seductive little shops with sinful macarons, my way, how could it be any other way as a perfume lover, found my way to one or the other boutique on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées.
While I reminisce and try to get the pictures to speak, Non buzzes in my head, the more Édith Piaf's ne regrette rien that was there, the more funny way it was humming from one store or another.
When I entered the Dior boutique my sparkling and shining eyes had to calm down and I arrived and tested myself in peace through the PARFUMS MAISON CHRISTIAN Dior collection. Now he stood there. So much of him heard and read and I had great expectations. Hesitant and almost afraid, I stood in front of the bottle wondering what might happen as soon as I confirmed the atomizer and finest, small, liquid particles of this perfume adhered to my skin. I did it, closed my eyes and sniffed - at this point, please imagine how Dustin Hoffmann as Giuseppe Baldini, after smelling Jean Baptist's mixed perfume for the first time, raptures, gets goosebumps and a mama gasps out from Mia. The Mama Mia rotated in my head and I enjoyed and succumbed to the beauty and the silverwood grounding warmth of you.
It is a delicate, quiet and incredibly embracing companion that should have been called golden wood even better in terms of its scent characteristics. The individual fabrics of the pyramid are so finely interwoven that you can see them, but something completely new is created. One is greeted by a fine iris that is lightly incense-soaked, so that the association with warm hay in the most beautiful summer sun arises in me, without being sultry or oppressive. It gives freedom, vastness, distance and yet also the feeling of never being alone.
In the course of time, other artists join in, above all honey, which can almost be described as the main actor in the base, because over time it reduces the powderiness of the iris and creates creaminess. The woods and the leather are only accessories, perceptible, but not prominent. As do other individual notes in the heart. They create the big whole and no single note is inharmonic and fits into the composition of the chords in the right way.
So it was now, all fear and all hesitation blown away and I stood in my personal cloud from Bois d'Argent and was simply innermost fullest satisfaction and peace. I left the boutique and spent this wonderful February-Sunday afternoon with plenty of Macarons and tasty Baquettes and dedicated myself again to the tourist sightseeing.
Sometime in the evening I visited the basilica Sacré-Cœur. Armed with fresh cheese, air-dried salami and the finest wines, I stood up there on the terrace of Paris.
An unbelievable sight offered itself to me - the sea of lights of the city, the sparkling and far shining Eiffel Tower, love couple and equal three marriage proposals during my two-hour stay up there.
It was devoutly silent. The wind blew gently and I enjoyed food and drink as suddenly the most beautiful embrace I had ever received overtook and reached me - Bois d'Argent snuggled up to me again. The scent pulled into my nose and whispered to me gently that it would hold me and protect me, no matter when, no matter where, no matter how dark it would be and in that very moment, I had one of the deepest and most beautiful moments in the most beautiful company of a deep affair of the heart, felt the closeness, my body and simply listened to my breathing that walked calmly and evenly and noticed the tear that ran down my cheek. Deepest emotions, very deep happiness, love and complete contentment flowed through me and the silverwood became one with me. It shone brightly in the beautiful darkness and will always shine when it will be dark to me.
I was happy about the durability of this treasure which was about 8 hours at that time. Always quiet, never intrusive and with an intimate and private sillage, this precious jewel is a very performant treasure, which has to be searched for in me only after 10 hours +.
So I will finish this story and conclude by saying that Bois d'Argent is one of my most emotional, deepest and most important fragrances and I inevitably associate it with love, Paris, perfect happiness, warmth and security.
Forever and ever!
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