Tosca Mäurer & Wirtz Eau de Parfum

I neither know the opera of the same name nor its content. The enchanting fragrance water, however, I know very well. Rather, it prompts me to share my thoughts on this rather inconspicuous and little-noticed scent today.
I am currently in the process of drastically reducing my collection; anything that isn't worn regularly has to go.
I hadn't worn Tosca in a long time, so I dug it out.
It is a calm and simple bottle in the old version, which I have had for what feels like an eternity.
As is my way of describing scents without dissecting them...
My workday becomes a stage, the curtain rises, I play the lead role,
the lighting is perfect, the dress fits like a glove, make-up and hairstyle
are top-notch, a real blockbuster.
The orchestra begins, a symphony of the finest flowers, aromas, and elegance.
Nothing disturbs, nothing is too much or too little, powder and floral dust, vanilla and violet, a bit of forest, a charming veil. Not loud or intrusive.

I forget that I am wearing work pants and safety shoes, my hair hastily pinned up, and that it is 6 a.m.
Every day with Tosca is an opera of my life.
A dream.