Batsheva Régime des Fleurs 2020

I do not know you. You just walked past me. A brief eye contact. A shy smile. A delicate touch of our hands. Accidental and unintentional. But you feel so familiar and so close to me. I to you as well. I could see it in your gaze. Where do I know you from? I had never seen you before, but I feel that we once belonged together. Was it perhaps another life in a long-gone time? I recognize you again. Every movement of yours is familiar to me. Your gaze as you look at me. Your beautiful smile. I have seen it before. A very, very long time ago in a long-gone life. Could it be? I see you and me as if through a rosy veil as we swim through a pond in the damp fog of the morning. I see you diving between the water lilies. I feel you swimming around me. I hear you laugh and see you stepping out of the water, swallowed by the damp, misty fog. In a past life, you were once my companion. I can feel it! We lay on damp, warm earth. Surrounded by rustling patchouli and vetiver grasses. The air around us was earthy and gently smoky. I have these images in my head. So many foggy memories!

I see you as you look into my eyes. I feel your hands as they gently stroke my neck and my face. Tender, soft, and loving! I can still feel it as you took my hand and placed it on your belly. And I could feel it, the second little heartbeat next to yours. You were once everything to me! Woman, partner, confidante, and the mother of my children. So many images in my head like through a rosy veil. I see you and me at our wedding. Smell the delicate, soft, ethereal incense around us and the small bouquet of violets in your hands. Powdery, smoky, pale, and finely chiseled. Like a faded memory from another time. A tender kiss. You were once my..!

I do not know you. Not yet! You just walked past me. A brief eye contact, a gentle smile, an accidental touch. And your scent that felt so infinitely familiar to me. Physical, delicate, and full of old, familiar love. I do not know if all this really happened, what I saw vaguely before my mind's eye. In the fateful moment when I met you. In the seconds that felt like an eternity. As long as a felt, past life. But I know one thing for sure. I want to experience everything just like that with you again. If I should find you again among all the many people. Again and again. Only with you. Until you should appear to me again in a new life!

Conclusion
Batsheva by Régime des Fleurs was created by perfumer Alia Raza and American fashion designer Batsheva Hay. Delicate notes of water lilies and rose geraniums merge with smoky nuances of woody cedar and gently smoky vetiver. Warm, earthy patchouli oil and accords of steaming, freshly brewed Lapsang Souchong tea fuse with filigree and softly powdery-leathery violets to create a delicately moist corporeality, ultimately enveloped by the finest, diffuse Somali incense. Batsheva is not really tangible in its aura. Batsheva is subtle, floating, gentle, familiar, damp-warm, quiet, skinny, and very tender. Batsheva is meant to symbolize an incarnation. The incarnation of a celestial spirit, the incarnation of beauty, or the incarnation of love. Perhaps a love long past? But no matter what incarnation Batsheva may take on and in what form it appears.
It will be something beautiful… for sure!

My dear friends and readers,
this will be my last review before the holidays. At least until Christmas! Despite all the adverse circumstances that are currently prevailing or perhaps because of them, I wish you peaceful, calm, and harmonious Christmas and reflective holidays. Be loving, grateful, and good to one another…!
With much love in my heart.
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