Fille en aiguilles Serge Lutens 2009

What else is there to say. A love story like the ones in fairy tales.

Because it's perfect. She was created by a higher power and her heavenly presence bewitches everyone who comes near her. But you must not get too close to it - because it stings. Her skin is adorned with pine needles and her breath is incense
But then she touches you. Immediately church bells start ringing and a warm cloud of incense envelops you. Contrary to expectations, her touch does not hurt, her needles are gentle. As if you were stomping through the forest in winter with heavy steps - no sound to be heard except the crunch of the snow under your shoes - a contemplative silence now spreads. Behind a fallen tree, a deer scurries past, which has known the smell of fresh snowfall in the remote coniferous forest all its life.

Back from the hike through the wintry scenery and off in front of the fireplace. It quickly turns out that the girl can be sweet too - like dried fruit at the Christmas market she loves so much. She embodies all those things that make the quietest time of the year so special and passes them on to all those who dare to touch her.

Fille en Aiguilles was my first niche perfume and love at first sight. Without exception, the fragrance always lifts my spirits in a magical way, like a cat with valerian :D