Vanori Sylvaine Delacourte 2018

then something dreamy like this is created.

Grapefruit brings the delicate freshness of morning light.
The elves guide the bees to the most tender and beautiful frangipani and jasmine blossoms,
whose nectar they collect in perfectly coordinated amounts
and accompany them back to their hives, which gently scent the background.

Right next door, the elves have their home.
The little houses are built from creamy-scented sandalwood,
benzoin resin drips balsamically from the small shutters.
The little elf children tease each other with tiny peppercorns.

Consistently, the vanilla pods hanging to dry send their scent over.
They harvested them fresh this morning. They also found a few delicately melting tonka beans, not many yet.

Everything happens in harmony with nature,
(Styrax makes the scent incredibly soft here)
everything is perfectly coordinated,
in absolute harmony.
Every note can be smelled, so fresh,
but nothing stands out,
nothing disturbs the peace of this fantasy realm.

No one should expect a strong sillage here,
but rather a present skin scent,
that wafts around you like an elf, with good longevity.

An absolutely delicate fragrance work from another world,
from another time.

Perhaps the most beautiful vanilla scent I have ever smelled.