Mon Précieux Nectar Guerlain 2009

- curl up against me like a purring cat at my legs, trying to get me to fill her food bowl for the seventh time today, even though she’s on a diet and has already had two portions too many.
- are just as sweet as a cat that jumps onto my lap because she believes nothing and no one is more interesting than she is, and both work and all leisure activities are unnecessary as long as I can enjoy her presence.
And I can.
You…
- have exceeded my expectations.
What I expected from ‘Mon Précieux Nectar’: not much, at least not much good. The name had me playing Gollum on a loop in my head, looking at the ring and murmuring “Mon précieux - mon trésor.” Creepy. Your golden-yellow liquid stared at me from the cutest bee bottle, and I wondered what you were trying to tell me. And I (for now) refrained from a test.
You…
- made me forget (99 problems and many more).
- enchanted me with your edelweiss-honey-sweet, marzipan-like opening.
And that was just the beginning. The looks, the expression, and the perfection of your almond-shaped eyes rested on me for a long time and wouldn’t let go.
But there was more.
Orange blossom and jasmine, OMG, living without this combination might be possible, but it’s pointless.
You…
- are elegant and, despite the significant role of jasmine, never intrusive or overdressed.
Everything is where it should be, there’s no holding back, no too much or too little or “oh, if only they had…” sighs.
You…
- make me sigh the most because I want even more of you.
You…
- really remind me of a cat, one I never got for myself, and then suddenly she’s there, has her firm place in my heart, and I don’t wonder how she managed it, but hope that she stays. Grounded in reality, you are different from most others (Guerlains), but the landing is still soft, very soft.
I got it!
You…
- are a velvet paw!
And if you don’t curl up purring on my belly, then I’ll just lie down on yours.
*purr purr*