Attache Signature Fragrances 2014

He only wanted to do this job for two weeks; that was all that was necessary. The old diplomat's widow was supposedly away. He had already looked after many things, but never before a villa and especially not a garden. What was so special about a garden? His agency had explicitly warned him not to touch any of the flowers growing there. They were supposed to be rare and precious! The deceased man had been a cultural attaché and had brought back many very rare flowers and their cuttings from his long travels. They were just flowers and a garden,... he thought! And he walked through the huge villa until he stood at the end of the spacious salon in front of the garden's double doors. It was a very warm night, and there was a full moon as well. He probably didn't even need the flashlight to check the garden every hour. The moon shone so brightly. He turned the old keys in the double doors and pulled both doors open simultaneously with some force. He didn't know what to expect!

He had seen many gardens, but he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The white gravel paths seemed to lead into infinity. But they always met at the end of a large, white pavilion, he could already see that. Slowly, he descended the marble steps and set off. The air was warm and humid. The scent of bitter-sweet orange blossoms, herbs, and something citrusy like bergamot lingered in the air. Breathing felt easier, he thought. He continued slowly. White lilac brushed against his nose. Climbing jasmine entwined itself around old statues. Tuberose grew along the path. Beds of white roses and sky-blue violets lined the paths. He circled the huge garden pond. Iris grew around him, along with exotic orchids. In the humid-warm night, they released their nectar, which smelled of enticing honey. A bitter-sweet veil lay over everything. He was almost paralyzed by the scents and had to rest somewhere. He had nearly reached the end of the garden!

The destination of all the gravel paths was the white pavilion, which stood in front of a massive oak tree. The woody aroma mingled with the salty, earthy moss that covered the oak. He climbed the three small steps to the pavilion and sat down on the marble bench that stood there alone. He looked through the bright night over to the villa. The lights in the windows were visible, which he had lit himself. They glowed vanilla-warm. From here, the huge villa appeared almost small, so far had he distanced himself from the house. All the scents that the garden emitted converged here and combined into a huge, floral-bitter and sweet whole of harmony and elegance. Just as he was about to leave, he saw something engraved in golden letters on the granite slab at his feet.

Every bud is a smile
Every leaf a memory
Every blossom deepest love
Every branch a path to you
Every end also a beginning
Every fading a blooming
Every kiss like nectar
In love
Viktor

He had created this garden for her out of love!
Such a wonderful thing must be protected! he thought and returned to the house deeply moved.

Attaché
Category: Pure Perfume/Attar 10 ml
Origin: United Kingdom/Northern Ireland
Longevity: A dab on the skin lasts for 10 to 12 hours.
Sillage: strong but not overwhelming.
Category: Male. Despite the many flowers.
Aura of the fragrance: powerful, floral-oriental.
Time of day/To wear: Late evening/night
Season: year-round. Preferably spring/summer

One should like flowers,... I do!