Mirage Oriflame 2010

Outside the window, the autumn wind lashes through leaves and branches, dark clouds crowd the sky. I sigh deeply and long to escape, out into nature, yet I remain tethered to my desk and the metropolis. Yes, it is longing that grips me in autumn - the darkly beautiful, copper-tinted season of my heart!

Those who have spent half of their childhood in the forest will understand me. For I can hardly describe it, this magic and seriousness that I cannot even grasp, but can probably only sense.

The forest is a place of enchantment. And "Mirage" is a fragrance that awakens the memory of this magic. Wood and flowers and resin and a spicy sweetness weave "Mirage" into a kind of autumn night dream. Yes, I think of Shakespeare! And I think of blooming clearings in the evening glow, of crackling branches and soft moss, of bustling ant hills and rustling in the underbrush.

"Mirage" doesn’t even smell like a forest. Its scent evokes the memory of a daydream of an enchanted forest. An illusion, truly!

A beautiful illusion ... heavy and balsamic and not at all suitable for everyday life - unless I want to enchant the everyday. A day like today, for example, when I look out the window and my heart aches because I feel like an animal in a cage. For in truth, I belong in the forest, free and wild and with a head full of romantic fantasies.