Top Notes 
Violet
Aniseed
Peach
Almond
Blackcurrant
Melon
Heart Notes 
Lilac
Lily of the valley
Peony
Mimosa
Rose
Hibiscus
Base Notes 
Almond tree
Benzoin
Sandalwood
Vanilla
06/08/2021
Tofuwachtel
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So, this year...
... ...I was pretty late. It was too cold. I thought I would miss the spring. But then it worked out quite well
I have held my white wings to dry in the warm sun and after a few hours I could then flutter off.
Went straight to the lilacs before I missed them. These large clusters of flowers I like too much. Since I take me also always something in stock for the day with.
Beautiful, is that when people sit outside, in the street cafes. There was one sitting there with a big sun hat on. And there was fruit on it. I thought that was great. Especially this melon piece. I fluttered around it several times. She was nice in general. I went back and forth a few times right in front of her face. She had such a nice peach skin. She must have liked it. Anyway, she always watched me and laughed quite carefree and bright.
I went on then.
A not to be underestimated danger comes for me from the air. If I see that there is one of the peepers squinting at me, I jet right off into the green and stay there for a while. Besides, I like that fresh touch. I also like it when flowers are surrounded by such fine green foliage. Lily of the valley in particular comes to mind. They're in a corner of the park next to the lilacs. And I think someone planted a peony there once. It doesn't usually have so many blossoms, but it smells great. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long. Well... This place is definitely one of my favorites.
Sometimes there brings such a fresh breeze me to stagger. Then I beat very quickly with my white wings and look for a flower, on which I then make rest and a little nibble on the nectar I do then also. Or I hang myself under a large green leaf and listen to how the bees buzz through the flowers
When the sun's rays slowly become dull golden and creamy, then I look for a place 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. Some of them have a bit of tender moss at the bottom. At the end of the day, this calms my cheerful, lively being in a pleasant way. And later I also close my wings at some point, sit softly, enjoy the mild breeze and dream of the next wing beat
I have held my white wings to dry in the warm sun and after a few hours I could then flutter off.
Went straight to the lilacs before I missed them. These large clusters of flowers I like too much. Since I take me also always something in stock for the day with.
Beautiful, is that when people sit outside, in the street cafes. There was one sitting there with a big sun hat on. And there was fruit on it. I thought that was great. Especially this melon piece. I fluttered around it several times. She was nice in general. I went back and forth a few times right in front of her face. She had such a nice peach skin. She must have liked it. Anyway, she always watched me and laughed quite carefree and bright.
I went on then.
A not to be underestimated danger comes for me from the air. If I see that there is one of the peepers squinting at me, I jet right off into the green and stay there for a while. Besides, I like that fresh touch. I also like it when flowers are surrounded by such fine green foliage. Lily of the valley in particular comes to mind. They're in a corner of the park next to the lilacs. And I think someone planted a peony there once. It doesn't usually have so many blossoms, but it smells great. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long. Well... This place is definitely one of my favorites.
Sometimes there brings such a fresh breeze me to stagger. Then I beat very quickly with my white wings and look for a flower, on which I then make rest and a little nibble on the nectar I do then also. Or I hang myself under a large green leaf and listen to how the bees buzz through the flowers
When the sun's rays slowly become dull golden and creamy, then I look for a place 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. Some of them have a bit of tender moss at the bottom. At the end of the day, this calms my cheerful, lively being in a pleasant way. And later I also close my wings at some point, sit softly, enjoy the mild breeze and dream of the next wing beat
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