Top Notes 
Freesia
Honeysuckle
Violet
Heart Notes 
Rose
Iris
Jasmine
Magnolia
Base Notes 
Leather
Patchouli
Rosewood
Vanilla
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an unknown longing awakens
The peacock strutted across the perfectly manicured lawn, repeatedly emitting its shrill cries.
It decided to perform a colorful display - the dry feathers rustled softly.
His hens overlooked him; they seemed rather bored. Their path led them to the old tool shed by the lake; on its roof is their night shelter.
That is where they were drawn now; for the first twilight was settling over the summer day!
She sat in the honeysuckle-covered wooden pavilion right by the lake. The waves lapped quietly and sleepily at the shore: evening was drawing in here too. The waves were already softly singing their evening song.
The teapot on the table was now empty; she had fed the leftovers of the pastries to the peacocks.
On the white wicker chair beside her lay her needlework: when would she finally finish this intricate embroidery on the fine leather slippers for her godfather?
She had been occupied with it for many afternoons; the fine leather scent lingered on her hands.
An unmistakable sign that she was still not finished: she was dreaming too much!
The scents from the now softly evening-lit garden seductively envelop her senses:
The honey-like fragrance of the honeysuckle at the pavilion meets that of the yellow, quite delicate freesias, which line a narrow path in thick clusters.
The gardener must have watered the plants by now: violet scent mingled with the smell of damp earth! She hadn’t even noticed him.
This is a welcome change after the dryness of the day; everything is coming back to life.
The white splendor of the jasmine, which climbs on a decorative trellis, greets the last delicate magnolia blossoms.
They were late this year; the summer warmth had surprised them. That’s why they smell so much more intense than in spring.
Roses and slender irises share a bed: thus their full scent mingles right from the start.
The beginning evening weaves a magical net from these fragrant flowers.
A net that prevents her longing dreams from flying away.
A sensual dose of warm vanilla scent perfectly meets delicate, precious rosewood and a beautiful dose of patchouli.
This fragrance symphony awakens a foreign, yet unknown longing in her heart!
It feels as if this evening fragrance symphony clings very persistently to her skin.
As the nightingale’s song echoes from the underbrush with the deepening twilight, she stands up and walks to the shore of the now sleeping lake.
She looks up at the now dark blue sky and asks herself these questions every evening:
Where do I come from? Where will I go one day?
And she sends her dreams on a journey to the stars.
"Attar al Sheila" tells mysterious stories that make us dream.
Stories full of longing and hope!
They have been captured by Swiss Arabian in a tasteful black bottle.
Angelliese generously provided me with a decant of this fine fragrance. I thank her for that.
It decided to perform a colorful display - the dry feathers rustled softly.
His hens overlooked him; they seemed rather bored. Their path led them to the old tool shed by the lake; on its roof is their night shelter.
That is where they were drawn now; for the first twilight was settling over the summer day!
She sat in the honeysuckle-covered wooden pavilion right by the lake. The waves lapped quietly and sleepily at the shore: evening was drawing in here too. The waves were already softly singing their evening song.
The teapot on the table was now empty; she had fed the leftovers of the pastries to the peacocks.
On the white wicker chair beside her lay her needlework: when would she finally finish this intricate embroidery on the fine leather slippers for her godfather?
She had been occupied with it for many afternoons; the fine leather scent lingered on her hands.
An unmistakable sign that she was still not finished: she was dreaming too much!
The scents from the now softly evening-lit garden seductively envelop her senses:
The honey-like fragrance of the honeysuckle at the pavilion meets that of the yellow, quite delicate freesias, which line a narrow path in thick clusters.
The gardener must have watered the plants by now: violet scent mingled with the smell of damp earth! She hadn’t even noticed him.
This is a welcome change after the dryness of the day; everything is coming back to life.
The white splendor of the jasmine, which climbs on a decorative trellis, greets the last delicate magnolia blossoms.
They were late this year; the summer warmth had surprised them. That’s why they smell so much more intense than in spring.
Roses and slender irises share a bed: thus their full scent mingles right from the start.
The beginning evening weaves a magical net from these fragrant flowers.
A net that prevents her longing dreams from flying away.
A sensual dose of warm vanilla scent perfectly meets delicate, precious rosewood and a beautiful dose of patchouli.
This fragrance symphony awakens a foreign, yet unknown longing in her heart!
It feels as if this evening fragrance symphony clings very persistently to her skin.
As the nightingale’s song echoes from the underbrush with the deepening twilight, she stands up and walks to the shore of the now sleeping lake.
She looks up at the now dark blue sky and asks herself these questions every evening:
Where do I come from? Where will I go one day?
And she sends her dreams on a journey to the stars.
"Attar al Sheila" tells mysterious stories that make us dream.
Stories full of longing and hope!
They have been captured by Swiss Arabian in a tasteful black bottle.
Angelliese generously provided me with a decant of this fine fragrance. I thank her for that.
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