.. come wafting in...an elegantly curved dressing table made of light birch wood, crystal bowls for jewelry and an elegant folding mirror that fascinated me as a little girl.
it smelled of 4711 and of a fine fresh soap, of grandmother's silky hair in the brush and a little of belle époque...when it was summer, the gentle breath of the wild roses wafted in....
this is how "florentiner" smells.
of freshness and beauty that demands discipline. of a secret affection for sparkling jewelry,
of grandmother's well-groomed hands that always slightly spread the little finger.....
