Sì Giorgio Armani 2019 Fiori Eau de Parfum
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The Smiler
Today is really not my day!
Somehow, things are just off. I actually wanted to take advantage of it before my training starts on Monday. Since March, I’ve had a D...s voucher from my colleagues lying around, and I thought today I could finally redeem it.
It should be something that reflects my time at work. Bitter-sweet, warm, professional, fitting. Not so easy. My thought was to find an all-rounder that highlights my character. Help, even more difficult. On days like this, I don’t even know who I really am...
So at ten in the morning, I headed straight to the store to avoid potential crowds (Black Friday). Still, there was quite a bit going on. Everything felt somewhat uncomfortable. A scent sprayed on the right, another on the left, and then back out to see how they develop. Running some other errands.
Unfortunately, both scents develop unfavorably, which is a shame. Who doesn’t know that feeling!
One disappears after two hours, the other leaves a hint of old sweat on my arm. Ugh. But onward we go.
A quick stop at Kaufhof, and as I’m leaving, I remember that I absolutely wanted to test the new Si intense and Fiori. They find a spot on my arm and get to come home with me. First impression is great. Both have their charm. Zesty, lively, cheerful at the start. I think it’s that blackcurrant.
Still, my mood is somehow down, and I hardly pay attention to the scent development. I only subconsciously notice the notes and sillage, which are pleasant.
At home, I have a somewhat silly phone call with my oldest son (21) over video. Because today I particularly miss him, and that lingering bittersweet pain from his moving out a year ago sits in my throat. He just doesn’t feel like communicating, and I end the conversation quite commendably. But inside, the tears rise. Ugh, not again!
And then suddenly, there it is. The Fiori! I’ll call him "the Beautiful." A delicate handkerchief in rose for my nose. Soft, floral, and fine. Is there a little rose hidden in the background? But the best part is: it becomes cookie-like. Wonderful comforting winter cookies. A bit dry, a bit sweet. Perfect for dipping in cocoa or coffee. A cozy scent sits at home on my arm and holds my hand. It says gently and quietly: it’s okay.
And then the tears can flow. What needs to come out, must come out.
He is a little star in gray Berlin. A smiler because everything is allowed. I can be imperfect and emotional.
The musk is soft and gentle. It cuddles up like my cats, and the sweetness reminds me of the cookie-like scent of my three children when they were small and rosy.
So in the end, I found more today than I thought, and I’m already looking forward to redeeming the voucher.
Somehow, things are just off. I actually wanted to take advantage of it before my training starts on Monday. Since March, I’ve had a D...s voucher from my colleagues lying around, and I thought today I could finally redeem it.
It should be something that reflects my time at work. Bitter-sweet, warm, professional, fitting. Not so easy. My thought was to find an all-rounder that highlights my character. Help, even more difficult. On days like this, I don’t even know who I really am...
So at ten in the morning, I headed straight to the store to avoid potential crowds (Black Friday). Still, there was quite a bit going on. Everything felt somewhat uncomfortable. A scent sprayed on the right, another on the left, and then back out to see how they develop. Running some other errands.
Unfortunately, both scents develop unfavorably, which is a shame. Who doesn’t know that feeling!
One disappears after two hours, the other leaves a hint of old sweat on my arm. Ugh. But onward we go.
A quick stop at Kaufhof, and as I’m leaving, I remember that I absolutely wanted to test the new Si intense and Fiori. They find a spot on my arm and get to come home with me. First impression is great. Both have their charm. Zesty, lively, cheerful at the start. I think it’s that blackcurrant.
Still, my mood is somehow down, and I hardly pay attention to the scent development. I only subconsciously notice the notes and sillage, which are pleasant.
At home, I have a somewhat silly phone call with my oldest son (21) over video. Because today I particularly miss him, and that lingering bittersweet pain from his moving out a year ago sits in my throat. He just doesn’t feel like communicating, and I end the conversation quite commendably. But inside, the tears rise. Ugh, not again!
And then suddenly, there it is. The Fiori! I’ll call him "the Beautiful." A delicate handkerchief in rose for my nose. Soft, floral, and fine. Is there a little rose hidden in the background? But the best part is: it becomes cookie-like. Wonderful comforting winter cookies. A bit dry, a bit sweet. Perfect for dipping in cocoa or coffee. A cozy scent sits at home on my arm and holds my hand. It says gently and quietly: it’s okay.
And then the tears can flow. What needs to come out, must come out.
He is a little star in gray Berlin. A smiler because everything is allowed. I can be imperfect and emotional.
The musk is soft and gentle. It cuddles up like my cats, and the sweetness reminds me of the cookie-like scent of my three children when they were small and rosy.
So in the end, I found more today than I thought, and I’m already looking forward to redeeming the voucher.
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6 Comments
Nice to read that there was a little happy ending.