Top Notes 
Green notes
Aldehydes
Bergamot
Lemon
Violet
Heart Notes 
Carnation
Jasmine
Orris root
Lily of the valley
Narcissus
Ylang-ylang
Base Notes 
Oakmoss
Vetiver
Cedarwood
Musk
Sandalwood
Amber
07/12/2019
Alegra
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Alegra
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And suddenly I'm in the year 1977
This is my first comment, and I would have never dared, but this fragrance is simply worth it.
It was the year 1977, I was rebellious, I was wild, I was present, at every party, at the university my scent was just as loud, the Opium I had just discovered replaced the Patchouli I had previously favored from the Indian shop. I wore it with enthusiasm and probably always too much of it.
And then suddenly I was pregnant, unplanned, but very wanted. Of course, we were both studying, we had hardly any money, our small apartment, how much space does a baby really need? And didn’t our friends promise to help? Oh, how carefree we were. The pregnancy was great, parties continued to be celebrated, I smoked, didn’t drink anymore, life was beautiful.
We built a nest for the baby, were excited, and made plans.
On a hot August day, she was born, our daughter, we marveled at this little miracle, were thrilled by this perfection, and made plans for our future. Back then, nobody knew anything about "mom scent" and our miracle always smelled slightly of Opium.
And then I received a gift in the hospital, a small bottle, a very unusual shape, at the first sniff light green notes, an immediately present violet, and after a few minutes I had a lush bouquet of flowers on/in my arm, a bouquet that wasn’t assembled based on the flowers matching, but rather the floral scents. Just a little jasmine, but more lily of the valley, the carnation is there, but doesn’t push itself to the forefront, orris root and ylang-ylang frame it all, hold it together, in this frame the flowers flash up again and again, sometimes lily of the valley, sometimes carnation, then jasmine pushes forward and when it recedes again, I look forward to the lily of the valley once more. Very, very slowly these scents glide into a warm bed, the fragrance becomes cuddly, balsamic, and soft, almost soothing through musk and amber, sandalwood makes it sweetish but not sweet, it grounds it and I assume oak moss? makes it mature, special. The flowers flash through again and again even in the base, sometimes in the foreground, but mostly they stay in the background, you sense them, but they merge and form a unity, individual ones can no longer be distinguished. This balsamic enveloping comforting scent lasts for many, many hours.
A few days ago, I had the luck to get a 15 ml bottle new for very little money at a well-known auction house, no one bid on it.
When it arrived, I reverently unpacked it in the evening, freshly showered, and carefully dabbed it on. And suddenly it went bang, it flashed, I was suddenly back in that hospital bed, on my knees our newborn daughter and for the first time after 48 hours I was overwhelmed by such a boundless, overflowing feeling of love, such a great feeling of responsibility for this little being and the realization that I want to be there for this little person forever. And the cuddly, warm, soft, comforting cloud envelops us both and whispers softly. That was the moment when the party girl became an adult.
A few years ago, I bought an Eau de Parfum for a lot of money at this auction house, but it doesn’t trigger this flash, it must be the extrait.
It was the year 1977, I was rebellious, I was wild, I was present, at every party, at the university my scent was just as loud, the Opium I had just discovered replaced the Patchouli I had previously favored from the Indian shop. I wore it with enthusiasm and probably always too much of it.
And then suddenly I was pregnant, unplanned, but very wanted. Of course, we were both studying, we had hardly any money, our small apartment, how much space does a baby really need? And didn’t our friends promise to help? Oh, how carefree we were. The pregnancy was great, parties continued to be celebrated, I smoked, didn’t drink anymore, life was beautiful.
We built a nest for the baby, were excited, and made plans.
On a hot August day, she was born, our daughter, we marveled at this little miracle, were thrilled by this perfection, and made plans for our future. Back then, nobody knew anything about "mom scent" and our miracle always smelled slightly of Opium.
And then I received a gift in the hospital, a small bottle, a very unusual shape, at the first sniff light green notes, an immediately present violet, and after a few minutes I had a lush bouquet of flowers on/in my arm, a bouquet that wasn’t assembled based on the flowers matching, but rather the floral scents. Just a little jasmine, but more lily of the valley, the carnation is there, but doesn’t push itself to the forefront, orris root and ylang-ylang frame it all, hold it together, in this frame the flowers flash up again and again, sometimes lily of the valley, sometimes carnation, then jasmine pushes forward and when it recedes again, I look forward to the lily of the valley once more. Very, very slowly these scents glide into a warm bed, the fragrance becomes cuddly, balsamic, and soft, almost soothing through musk and amber, sandalwood makes it sweetish but not sweet, it grounds it and I assume oak moss? makes it mature, special. The flowers flash through again and again even in the base, sometimes in the foreground, but mostly they stay in the background, you sense them, but they merge and form a unity, individual ones can no longer be distinguished. This balsamic enveloping comforting scent lasts for many, many hours.
A few days ago, I had the luck to get a 15 ml bottle new for very little money at a well-known auction house, no one bid on it.
When it arrived, I reverently unpacked it in the evening, freshly showered, and carefully dabbed it on. And suddenly it went bang, it flashed, I was suddenly back in that hospital bed, on my knees our newborn daughter and for the first time after 48 hours I was overwhelmed by such a boundless, overflowing feeling of love, such a great feeling of responsibility for this little being and the realization that I want to be there for this little person forever. And the cuddly, warm, soft, comforting cloud envelops us both and whispers softly. That was the moment when the party girl became an adult.
A few years ago, I bought an Eau de Parfum for a lot of money at this auction house, but it doesn’t trigger this flash, it must be the extrait.
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