Chant d'Arômes Guerlain 1962

I wrote this review in Word in advance. To publish, my daughter had to open the fragrance page and scroll everything to me so that I do not see the ingredients. The reason:

I don't want it. =:-I

It was my birthday at the end of February, and my husband got a list of fragrances I'd be happy with. He picked this one out for me and - what could hardly be more opposite - the Ginger Lover by Azzaro. Grins.

So both were on the dining room table in the morning with a bouquet of flowers, candle and stuffed animal. The Chant d'Arômes I immediately unpacked and sprayed on. I was blown away by this lovely, fine fragrance. And it lives up to its name, is as generally described: You really can't smell any flower in particular. All sing in a harmonious fragrance chorus.

He is a bit powdery, but not too much.

He is also not too flowery (for me).

It's silky soft and light, but still has character.
It made me feel like a young girl - but also like a seasoned lady.

How does he do it, I wondered.

Then announced to my husband that I don't even want to know the ingredients for now. Movie quote from Tomb Raider: "My ignorance amuses me!" I would only look the next day, I said. But I didn't. Nor the day after that. I wore it all weekend.

The following week, I likewise didn't want to destroy the fine magic with mundane, scientific knowledge.

By the following weekend, the flowers had wilted, but I wanted to recapture the birthday feeling and wore it several times. Even used a shower gel to match, namely "Fiorito" by Bioearth.

That was two weeks ago now. As I clean, I grin at the bottle in love (by the way, it's not like the one pictured here, but more like the beehives from the Aqua Allegoria range). I can still hear the fragrant harmony singing and don't want to know what's inside.

This can now remain so.