07/29/2025

ClaireV
841 Reviews

ClaireV
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Nostalgic, golden-sweet floral
Angeli di Firenze (Angels of Florence) is a sweet, soapy floral mélange of jasmine and rose that creates a golden aura around the wearer. Angeli di Firenze spikes the buttery, floral heart with a juicy apple shampoo note, giving it a fun, youthful vibe that I quite like. My positive reaction to Angeli, in fairness, is probably due to a nice memory it conjures up for me than the actual smell itself. Specifically, Angeli reminds me strongly of J'Adore by Dior, immediately taking me back to my days of living in Belgrade, when I exclusively wore that scent.
My job at the time was to travel around the Balkans, often on local buses, trying to sweet talk donors into giving us more money, a job I was really terrible at. I was only really at the office in Belgrade once or twice a week before heading off on my lonely travels, but I remember that I never felt welcome there, or part of the team. However, the receptionist at the front desk, a beautiful Serb girl with the highest heels I have ever seen on anyone, would always take the time to stop me and say, 'You smell sooooo beautiful'.
The day I handed in my notice, I walked up to the receptionist, handed her the rest of my big bottle of J'Adore, kissed her and told her that she had made my life in Belgrade bearable. I remember that her eyes filled up with tears, which embarrassed me because I suddenly understood I could have made her this happy earlier. Why hadn't I just handed over the bottle to her the first time she complimented me on it? I never wore J'Adore again.
My job at the time was to travel around the Balkans, often on local buses, trying to sweet talk donors into giving us more money, a job I was really terrible at. I was only really at the office in Belgrade once or twice a week before heading off on my lonely travels, but I remember that I never felt welcome there, or part of the team. However, the receptionist at the front desk, a beautiful Serb girl with the highest heels I have ever seen on anyone, would always take the time to stop me and say, 'You smell sooooo beautiful'.
The day I handed in my notice, I walked up to the receptionist, handed her the rest of my big bottle of J'Adore, kissed her and told her that she had made my life in Belgrade bearable. I remember that her eyes filled up with tears, which embarrassed me because I suddenly understood I could have made her this happy earlier. Why hadn't I just handed over the bottle to her the first time she complimented me on it? I never wore J'Adore again.