Royalissime Prince Henri Pierre d'Orléans 1997

... and the Pea.
That's what my dear husband likes to call me - affectionately ironic.
How does he come up with that?
Well, I can be a bit, how shall I put it - sensitive.
I don't like to climb on chairs - because of my fear of heights; the coffee has to be just warm enough - not hot, yet I love a tropical room temperature of 23 degrees and when I have to go outside in winter, I break the face-covering ban.
When my father opened the refrigerator door, he would hand me a scarf just in case I caught a chill.
With such teasing, it's no wonder I fell for Royalissime - from the house of a real prince.
And the scent is truly regal.
Full freesia, paired with lush gardenia, immediately rose to my crown.
Enchantingly radiant.
A whole cornucopia of jasmine and lily of the valley follows - in the end, ylang-ylang waves its scepter.
This fragrance has been created by a generous monarch.
Everywhere there is gold leaf and sparkling crystal chandeliers.
Of course, I took the fragrance with me - that's what those whimsical jokers get.

It's not an everyday scent - but definitely for enchanted princess days.