vaguely reminiscent of "Forever and ever Dior" and escapes as if it were not allowed
Without expectations, rather resigned to triviality, I sniffed at the nearest bottle simply because I had the time. The glance at the label told me nothing at all, whether it was Thomas Sabo or Hansi Meier... yet the scent made me smile in surprise... why? Because "Forever and ever Dior," which has captivated me since its release, came to mind spontaneously. As I later found out, this has to do with the freesias that always stood at the entrance of the flower shop in my childhood and became part of my early fragrance imprint. The additional similarity in the name only struck me much later.
"Charmclub-forever" graciously presents the freesias as a welcome, and then... then it stays that way... for a certain magical moment... as a blurred pastel-transparent phantom image of "Forever and ever Dior"... however, it barely starts to become distinct again before it begins to fade, leaving one to wonder: what was that beautiful? Was that real? Tender and fleeting, like softly wind-blown flute chords, heart-touching in the moment of perception and just as quickly a thing of the past.
