Miracle Lancôme 2000 Eau de Parfum

Why the Miracle is called that, I can't explain exactly. There is nothing miraculous about it. It is floral, it is fresh. Further discussions about the fragrance notes can be followed here in abundance. I actually only want to write a somewhat more detailed comment because:
It’s Thursday. I got up. That in itself is not a miracle, it happens daily. After coffee and the usual getting ready for the day, I make one last trip to the bedroom to the fragrances. Also not a miracle. More of a routine. On my dresser, there are about 10 bottles that I have assigned to the spring/summer seasons. I reach for the Miracle and it occurs to me: I have been doing this for over 3 weeks. Without interruption. I leave the Diors and Chanels to the side. Sure, I love them all. But daily, I am magically drawn to this bottle. I feel good. Not euphorically good. But "I am centered"-good. And that’s exactly what Miracle fits. It doesn’t need to stand out; it just wants to be pleasant. It laughs, especially at itself. It is present without artificially trying to take center stage. It knows that everyone eventually has "the last word." In short: This fragrance simply doesn’t need to make a fuss.

A colleague who has never commented on my scent in all these years joyfully called out today: "I could smell at the entrance that the beautiful bouquet was already here." So it is a miracle after all, even if a small one.