Berlin is a potent brew. I use a very small spritz and give it at least a half hour to settle. It's as if I'm sitting in a small garden of well-tended flowers, paring succulent fruits gathered upon my lap. The garden is warm and sunny to the point where you can smell the stone pathway, bees amble from bloom to bloom. This would all be too sweet if not for the anchor of amber and sandalwood, but rather than grounding the perfume completely they cooperate with the sweetness. It all hovers a few feet off the ground, lifting me up.
It's a springtime perfume, a happy perfume, a scent for first dates laughing and sashaying through the park. I wouldn't wear this on a day I was feeling less than optimistic, however; some perfumes can lift my mood when I'm down, but Berlin would be the friend that simply could not let me be sad to the point of becoming obtrusive.
