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Hyazinthe
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For days the sky was grey, the air was humid and cold, from November it went into December. There was no light, the grey ceiling hung over the city. The people hurried bent over and turned inward on their way.
Then, one morning, the sky was suddenly bright, covered with a fluffy white layer through which a winter sun softly and blurredly let its milky light fall. I stood there, amazed, looking into this flickering spectacle, could not take my eyes off that sky, it was as if a fairy had waved her magic wand and you could still see the silver specks that had escaped. Like gauze or finest silk, the sky was covered with the milk of winter light.
The noise around me had suddenly ceased, and in the middle of the city I thought I was in a fairy tale place, thought I could hear fine, delicate sounds from far away, for a moment everything stood still.
There are moments that are so surprising in their beauty that one is briefly catapulted out of space and time. This is what happened to me when I first experienced this scent. This flickering light, this delicacy, tenderness and yet power, the coolness that rests on a warm layer. I don't like to take the fragrance apart, although I notice the citric notes, the wonderful flowers, so light and shimmering, hardly sweet perhaps through the iris, and yet held on this warm bed of the highest quality oud, sandalwood, musk, powder and amber.
The colours for me are light violet, pink, silver, white and cream, and as a basis all shades of violet, gold and blue.
As music that represents the mood for me, Grieg's Peer Gynt Suite No 1 comes to mind.
I let a friend try the scent, she was so surprised, an aaah came when she took her nose off her hand, she was enchanted. I can only express my admiration for this work of art, and thanks for letting me experience it.
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