Champs-Élysées Guerlain 1996 Extrait

... I was quite late. It was just too cold. I thought I would miss spring. But in the end, it worked out quite well.

I held my white wings out to dry in the warm sun, and after a few hours, I was able to flutter off.

I went straight to the lilac before I missed it. I really love those large clusters of flowers. I always take a little something with me for the day.

It's lovely when people sit outside in the street cafés. There was one woman sitting there with a big sun hat on. And there were fruits on it. I thought that was great. Especially that little piece of melon. I fluttered around it a few times. She was really nice. I then fluttered back and forth right in front of her face a couple of times. She had such beautiful peach skin. She must have liked it. In any case, she kept watching me and laughed carefree and brightly.

I then moved on.

An underestimated danger comes from the air for me. When I see one of those little birds eyeing me, I zoom straight into the greenery and stay there for a while. Besides, I like that fresh note. I also enjoy when flowers are surrounded by such fine green foliage. The lily of the valley particularly comes to mind. They stand in a corner of the park next to the lilac. And someone must have planted a peony there. It usually doesn't have many flowers, but it smells quite lovely. Unfortunately, not for long. Well. This place is definitely one of my favorite spots.

Sometimes a fresh breeze makes me dizzy. Then I quickly flap my white wings and look for a flower where I can rest and have a little taste of nectar. Or I hang under a green leaf and listen to the bees humming through the flowers.

When the sunbeams slowly turn a dull golden and creamy, I look for a spot for the night. I always find it nice near the old trees. They have small branches that shimmer like silk and also have such a fine spicy scent. With some, there's a bit of very delicate moss on the ground. That calms my cheerfully lively nature in a pleasant way at the end of the day. And later, I eventually close my wings, sit softly, enjoy the gentle breeze, and dream of the next flap of my wings.