In the poet's garden stands a fig tree. In spring, it bears no fruit yet, and every morning in spring, the poet goes out, approaches the tree, and rubs a green leaf between his fingers. And then the lines of thought and worry on his forehead smooth out a little.
His muse, shortly thereafter, smells of flowers, as befits a muse. They grow in the meadow in the green grass next to the basil. She kisses him on his still somewhat pale forehead in spring, and it now smooths out completely.
A cheerful hint of citrus hangs in the air.
A beautiful companion on the walk through the Jardin du Poète.
p.s.: What, not a single fig? Not even a leaf?! - Fragrance pyramids...!
Fig leaves! Thank you! Ever since I discovered this scent almost six years ago, I've been trying to figure out which note I'm missing. That was truly an eye-opener.
*laughs* I found it very nice during the test, but the fig (sic!) really ruined it for me. Fig, whether in a little coward or perfume, and me - that’s just not going to work.
I once house-sat a place with a huge conservatory that had an equally massive fig tree in it. For a while, I was completely enchanted. An aroma oasis! Until the fruits came. At first, it was interesting, great... but then it quickly became too much, way too much for an indoor space. This memory makes your description extremely interesting to me.
Lovely description, I like it.
Without fig would be good, because usually fig also means coconut for me, which triggers my flight reflex. So here’s a hooray and a candidate for the ML.
In my collection, the fig (Figues et Garçons) stays nice and green with a bit of rhubarb tartness.
Whether with or without fig - you've described the poet beautifully, and I now firmly believe in the fig tree and want to test it too. Preferably right away.
The pyramids at least offer some possibilities for interpretation. Associations that the scent is supposed to evoke. Or a selection of the dominant fragrance notes that indicate the classification of the perfume. 3. Free translation of the synthetic allergenic substances on the packaging. 4. Pure imagination, a story... We "get to" smell independently and blindly, and then marvel at the pyramid. Having expectations based on the pyramid can lead to disappointment or, unexpectedly, delight.
Without fig would be good, because usually fig also means coconut for me, which triggers my flight reflex. So here’s a hooray and a candidate for the ML.
In my collection, the fig (Figues et Garçons) stays nice and green with a bit of rhubarb tartness.