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I'm going to take up my lance
Just before Christmas, the boarding school where I work has a big party. A long-awaited ball night, where hearts burn and break before you have to say goodbye to each other the next day for the next three weeks.
Great cinema. Especially since the event is split into two parts. The classes 5 to 8 have their own little ball in a protected frame. And I had the honour to accompany the whole thing morally and photographically. Of course, evening dress is obligatory and my little divas spared neither trouble nor expense to dig up each other's water. The little 5th graders were still a little shy and timid, the 8th graders with their courageous make-up were already optically so mature that they could have easily mastered many a club door. I was speechless for a moment. But one stood out of the sea of pubertal party frenzy that had become flesh. She wore the luxuriant curls of her long dark blond hair tucked to one side, had her dark blue saucer eyes discreetly accentuated and filled the room with the warmth of her radiant smile. She wore a knee-length dress, off-the-shoulder on one side, whose fine black fabric shimmered slightly and harmonized perfectly with the delicate black Mary-Janes on her even more delicate feet. When I complimented her on her outfit, I became suspicious. We were standing in a proverbial cloud of perfume. But it can't be It smells so deep, so grown-up, sensual, dark, soft, mysterious, enveloping. It's definitely not my perfume. It's good too, but different. I literally inhaled the veil of scent and there was no doubt. The little lady in black scented me so expertly. Without hesitation, I asked her the question of questions. Slightly embarrassed and flattered, she smiled at me and replied: "Miss Dior, I took the eau de parfum specially today."
I see. Miss Dior smells all grown-up? This unbelievably deep and dark patchouli, which gets a warm and cuddly aura through the rosewood and never looks gloomy despite the darkness? Miss Dior! Once again I am speechless. There is still something discreetly floral that resonates, but does not dominate. A soft rose hiding behind the rosewood and only smelling softly across. I also perceive a fine vanilla, although it is supposedly not there at all. The scent is slightly sweet, but it's a soft, round sweetness - not the sharp knife of melted and resolidified sugar that other popular scents from the fruity floral shelf tend to ram directly into my olfactory center.
I often walk past her that evening and each time I do so with a conscious smelling and perception. And each time I find the scent more and more unsuitable for this beautiful young girl. The fragrance tells stories about the being and the experiences of its wearer and to collect these stories it takes more than 14 Lenze. The fragrance is so sensual that it needs an opulent femininity to give it an even more opulent femininity. Fragrant reciprocity. Or something like that.
The decision has long since been made to test the fragrance at the next opportunity. When I see the bottle, my eyes practically roll back on their own. Would you like a little more Girlie? Another little ribbon around the neck of the glass?
I immediately spray on the skin and immediately disillusionment spreads. Where are the dark tones? Here nothing smells in a minor key, here a bright rose in a shrill major screams right into my face. She makes a very artificial appearance. Pepper, tangerine? No idea. It smells to me of all the worldly pleasing monotony. The sensual femme fatale tragically blown away by the wind. Au revoir, Miss Dior! You're that annoying teenager I was picturing before we met
About an hour later it is finally time. The Miss chills her base (I actually hear this more often) and surrounds me with this wonderfully seductive aura, which so abruptly captivated me on the ball evening. I am instantly reconciled with the nasty top note and am happy that Miss cooperates with my skin.
The fact that I have to wait a while for this scent moment doesn't really bother me, as the fragrance is extremely durable in this form and also doesn't weaken in terms of sillage. On my scarf, I can still perceive it clearly even after a week.
This Miss is definitely wrongly leading a shadowy existence here. I like her. But it's not the Miss, it's the Missus
Top Notes 
Lemon
Pink pepper
Mandarin orange
Heart Notes 
Damask rose
Grasse rose
Jasmine leaf
Base Notes 
Brazilian rosewood
Patchouli
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