Top Notes 
Violet leaf
Red fruits
Heart Notes 
Violet
Rose
Base Notes 
Musk
Leather
Salicylate
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When you grow up...
Veloutine is going through a depressive phase. She has locked herself in the bathroom and doesn't want to come out. From the bathroom, you can hear her sobbing and blowing her nose.
Me: "Come on, just come out! You actually smell quite nice!"
Veloutine: "But I'm too scared!"
Me: "Well, why not? Really, you're not that bad!"
Veloutine: "Nobody likes me!"
Me: "Yes, I do! I like your fine wild leather note in the opening, the bright red little cherry, and the sweet, delicate violet aroma. Even though the rose has left a few leaves behind and doesn't really come through, you still smell quite lovely overall."
In the bathroom, she sobs and blows her nose again.
Veloutine: "Everyone says I'm superficial."
Me: "Well, you don't actually have much depth. Everything happens incredibly fast with you. But what you do show is beautiful, and that fresh violet leather that scents through you after a short time is truly exceptionally lovely!"
Veloutine: "Yes, I know. I've worked on that for a long time. I know I don't smell bad."
Me: "Yes, but what's the problem then?"
A storm of tears breaks out in the bathroom.
Veloutine: "Nobody notices me! I'm invisible! I dissolve before anyone even perceives me!"
Me: "It can't be that bad. Come on, pull yourself together!"
Veloutine: "People say they could just rub a wild leather shoe over their arm. That would have the same effect as wearing me!"
Me: "Oh, don't exaggerate! Your wild leather note is really exceptionally delicate and pleasant!"
Suddenly, there is silence in the bathroom.
Me: "Veloutine?"
Veloutine: ...
Me: "Veloutine? What’s going on now?"
Veloutine: ...
Me: "Now stop it. This is just silly."
Veloutine: ...
I kick in the bathroom door.
No one is inside. No Veloutine. No scent wafts through the air. Nothing. Everything is empty. Nothing here and nothing inside. Just a pile of clothes lies on the bathroom floor. The pink leggings? Didn't Veloutine have pink leggings on earlier? After two hours of coaxing, Veloutine has simply dissolved. She's gone.
What a shame, she was really quite promising. Not exactly profound and complex, but very finely composed and extremely pleasant to deal with. But truly hardly noticeable and particularly fleeting. But well, maybe she'll become a perfume when she grows up! In the meantime, I'll just knock next door at Madaim Blond and ask if Uncle Serge is home...
Me: "Come on, just come out! You actually smell quite nice!"
Veloutine: "But I'm too scared!"
Me: "Well, why not? Really, you're not that bad!"
Veloutine: "Nobody likes me!"
Me: "Yes, I do! I like your fine wild leather note in the opening, the bright red little cherry, and the sweet, delicate violet aroma. Even though the rose has left a few leaves behind and doesn't really come through, you still smell quite lovely overall."
In the bathroom, she sobs and blows her nose again.
Veloutine: "Everyone says I'm superficial."
Me: "Well, you don't actually have much depth. Everything happens incredibly fast with you. But what you do show is beautiful, and that fresh violet leather that scents through you after a short time is truly exceptionally lovely!"
Veloutine: "Yes, I know. I've worked on that for a long time. I know I don't smell bad."
Me: "Yes, but what's the problem then?"
A storm of tears breaks out in the bathroom.
Veloutine: "Nobody notices me! I'm invisible! I dissolve before anyone even perceives me!"
Me: "It can't be that bad. Come on, pull yourself together!"
Veloutine: "People say they could just rub a wild leather shoe over their arm. That would have the same effect as wearing me!"
Me: "Oh, don't exaggerate! Your wild leather note is really exceptionally delicate and pleasant!"
Suddenly, there is silence in the bathroom.
Me: "Veloutine?"
Veloutine: ...
Me: "Veloutine? What’s going on now?"
Veloutine: ...
Me: "Now stop it. This is just silly."
Veloutine: ...
I kick in the bathroom door.
No one is inside. No Veloutine. No scent wafts through the air. Nothing. Everything is empty. Nothing here and nothing inside. Just a pile of clothes lies on the bathroom floor. The pink leggings? Didn't Veloutine have pink leggings on earlier? After two hours of coaxing, Veloutine has simply dissolved. She's gone.
What a shame, she was really quite promising. Not exactly profound and complex, but very finely composed and extremely pleasant to deal with. But truly hardly noticeable and particularly fleeting. But well, maybe she'll become a perfume when she grows up! In the meantime, I'll just knock next door at Madaim Blond and ask if Uncle Serge is home...
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