In the coming days, spring is set to hand over its seasonal reign to summer; the ancient rhythm.
The fertile net for May and June has been woven, and it won't be long now until summer takes over. Perhaps at first still a bit shy, which is normal.
Unless, of course, a young thing comes along and forcefully throws all its treasures to the ground at once, showing no patience for the beauty of creation.
For this reason, spring also wants to bid farewell to its work in peace. As in every year, it climbs one of the hills where it can enjoy the view over the colorful carpet it has painted in recent weeks with generous strokes:
The ups and downs of the hills in various shades of green, with transparent spots here and there; it will probably take a little longer here until more than a delicate veil of leaves appears.
But - what joy - amidst the green, bright dots are already visible here and there: the tree blossoms have begun: linden and robinia want to show that they have awakened!
The view sweeps over meadows, in the first beautiful spring green, where the gentle wind draws delicate patterns, brushes past the fruit trees that are preparing for their wedding, and tenderly caresses the gardens peacefully lying in the sunlight.
These early summer, somewhat rustic gardens, which radiate a zest for life.
Spring is happy when it sees all that it will leave behind, and so it sits on its hill and sings.
Sings out of joy for this beautiful season, even though it knows that, with all the noise that people surround themselves with, hardly anyone will hear it.
And yet, the joy makes it sing and the hope that perhaps one or two sounds will reach some ears.
Thus (perhaps only for itself) singing, it descends the hill, crosses fresh green, spicy-scented meadows, and pays a visit to its favorite garden.
Here, spring strolls lightly, lovingly greeting the magnolias, which bravely stretch their porcelain-like white and pink tulip blossoms into the still cool air each year and welcome the new life with their delicate fragrance: they deserve a special embrace!
The colorful freesias in their leafy nests also unfold their blossoms and scent the air; how intoxicating they can be in bouquets, filling and brightening up many a still dreary space with their aromas.
The same goes for the little violets; friendly and harmless, they sit in their leafy rosettes, but their fragrances adorn every woman in spring. This makes them proud, and they stretch themselves a little more towards the sun and the caressing hand of spring.
A fine, yet already quite enduring rose aroma wafts through the air, creating a feminine triad, interwoven with lightly tied colorful ribbons of scents.
The shed at the end of the garden, cobbled together from an old wardrobe (where can you still find rosewood today?), is richly entwined with jasmine and honeysuckle.
The old tendrils already wear their first leafy dress, while the new ones are still shyly trying to claim their place and reach for the light.
And how they already scent under the warmth of the sun!
Of course, they are in competition: the white jasmine, known not for its shyness, filling many a space, and the honey-scented blossoms of the honeysuckle.
But the aromatic woody note of the shed also makes its contribution. Why shouldn't it join the fragrant dance?
Diligent, comfortably buzzing bumblebees come to visit. Their humming turns into a contented buzzing: there is something to be had here.
The butterflies know this too and flutter by joyfully, stopping here and there at a flower for a little break and sipping a bit of nectar.
Happy and satisfied with its work, spring decides to take a vial of this fine, early summer garden scent on its journey.
Will it perhaps find an empty little bottle among the many colorful, richly flower-embroidered veils?
Here is one, but - oh, it still contains a little bit of patchouli; where could that come from?
Earthy, sensual spice rises from this sediment, so spring decides, eager to capture this glorious garden aroma, to take the chance:
It lures the abundance of floral scents, underlaid with a woody nuance, into the glass vessel and then seals it.
It is done! This garden in its splendor will accompany it not only in thoughts.
And so it can hand over the baton to summer with a clear conscience and continue its journey.
The house of Nina Ricci has created a second very feminine floral scent here, following the still popular "L'Air du Temps," which deserves the name "L'Air" and can inhabit a similarly beautiful bottle as its younger sister.
"L'Air" is less elegant, but more buoyant and absolutely enchanting.
Gracefully, this cheerful fragrance entity embraces, charmingly and effortlessly surrounding its wearer, spending some beautiful hours with her, becoming more delicate and even more transparent in the process.
Nina Ricci's "L'Air" dances cheerfully and lightly through the air!
And that's a good thing; Oscar Wilde already wrote:
"It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are Fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is delicate and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!"
Well, this danger does not exist with "L'Air"; this fragrance is dancing air!
Top Notes 
Freesia
Honeysuckle
Violet leaf
Heart Notes 
Jasmine sambac
Rose absolute
Magnolia
Base Notes 
Brazilian rosewood
Patchouli
Seerose
Heikeso
Serenissima
First
DANA17
Gold
Hasiputz80
Manu79
Gelis
