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Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I am new here. I am new to a passion that captivates me rapidly and costs me sleep. New to a passion that allows me to feel a little happier anywhere. I have recently become a collector, a hunter, a connoisseur, a sharer - of all people, me, with my autism.
I can understand emotions, but I find it hard to respond appropriately. Or at least, what is considered appropriate.
Many things leave me quite untouched, at least when they exceed the confines of my closest family and friends.
I use my free time to research. When something interests me, I dive in deeply. I want - I need to know everything about it.
And that’s how I somehow stumbled upon the topic of fragrance a few months ago and eventually ended up here.
To get to the actual star of the comment, I will now gallop a bit:
Once registered here, I quickly requested my first samples, and the fragrances arrived shortly after, leaving me somewhat speechless at their quality compared to my previous olfactorily enjoyable “waters.”
After a few envelopes, Gris Dior finally arrived. Sprayed on my wrist and immediately closed my eyes while inhaling because I found it beautiful. Beautiful.
More decants came from sharings. Many decants.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
Several bottles moved in.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I started wearing a different fragrance every day.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I suddenly applied fragrances before going to bed.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I gave fragrances 10 points here.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I dreamed of fragrances.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I thought about fragrances during the day.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
That’s when I slowly realized it. No matter which fragrance I am dealing with or which one I am currently thinking about - there always comes this quiet, beautiful memory of the fragrance I unpacked a few weeks ago, briefly tested, and deemed “beautiful.”
It is not just beautiful. It gives me goosebumps when I just think of it. It makes me happy when I wear it.
It makes me emotional.
Me.
I am not yet good at describing fragrances, and even if I could name every note blindfolded, perhaps the description of my well-being that I have tried to convey to you is just as helpful.
Gris Dior is stunning. Beautifully sensual, beautifully delicate, wonderfully refined flowers intertwined with a wonderful creaminess.
I realized just a few days ago that Gris Dior must be the fragrance of my life.
A short journey to the most beautiful destination.
I will like, appreciate, share, and rate other fragrances well, but I will always return to her.
To Gris Dior.
I can understand emotions, but I find it hard to respond appropriately. Or at least, what is considered appropriate.
Many things leave me quite untouched, at least when they exceed the confines of my closest family and friends.
I use my free time to research. When something interests me, I dive in deeply. I want - I need to know everything about it.
And that’s how I somehow stumbled upon the topic of fragrance a few months ago and eventually ended up here.
To get to the actual star of the comment, I will now gallop a bit:
Once registered here, I quickly requested my first samples, and the fragrances arrived shortly after, leaving me somewhat speechless at their quality compared to my previous olfactorily enjoyable “waters.”
After a few envelopes, Gris Dior finally arrived. Sprayed on my wrist and immediately closed my eyes while inhaling because I found it beautiful. Beautiful.
More decants came from sharings. Many decants.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
Several bottles moved in.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I started wearing a different fragrance every day.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I suddenly applied fragrances before going to bed.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I gave fragrances 10 points here.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I dreamed of fragrances.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
I thought about fragrances during the day.
Gris Dior was truly beautiful.
That’s when I slowly realized it. No matter which fragrance I am dealing with or which one I am currently thinking about - there always comes this quiet, beautiful memory of the fragrance I unpacked a few weeks ago, briefly tested, and deemed “beautiful.”
It is not just beautiful. It gives me goosebumps when I just think of it. It makes me happy when I wear it.
It makes me emotional.
Me.
I am not yet good at describing fragrances, and even if I could name every note blindfolded, perhaps the description of my well-being that I have tried to convey to you is just as helpful.
Gris Dior is stunning. Beautifully sensual, beautifully delicate, wonderfully refined flowers intertwined with a wonderful creaminess.
I realized just a few days ago that Gris Dior must be the fragrance of my life.
A short journey to the most beautiful destination.
I will like, appreciate, share, and rate other fragrances well, but I will always return to her.
To Gris Dior.
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46 Comments
Jetzt kann ich mir ein Bild vom Duft und von Dir machen. Sehr schön beschrieben
Ich finde auch das Gris ein wunderschöner Duft ist...schön...besonders...overwhelmed bin ich aber tatsächlich von bois d´argent. Da setzt alles Denken aus, wenn ich die Kappe abnehme und am Flakon rieche. Ich kann nichts analysieren, nichts auseinandernehmen, keine Komponenten benennen, denn es ist ein Gesamtkunstwerk. Der hinterlässt mich sprachlos, aber Gris ist auch schön.
Der Duft hat mich auch fasziniert. Er hat mich auch zu einem meiner ersten Statements, vielleicht zu meinem ersten Statement hier motiviert. Er verändert den Träger. Das habe ich, als ich ihn trug deutlich gespürt.
Dein Kommentar war echt schön!
Danke!
Es ist so schön was für Gefühle und Emotionen Düfte in uns auslösen können.
Und besten Dank für diesen wunderbar persönlichen, reflektierten und umwerfend formulierten Kommentarerstling!