Orchidée Yves Rocher 1988 Eau de Toilette

A lot has been said about the scent. It's a classic now, too. Sort of. Generally I find the "old" things of Yves Rocher very well done.
Unlike many things, I have no childhood memory of Orchidee. My mother didn't wear it. Yves Rocher came to Russia much later, in the 90s.
But I already came to Germany in '97. I was 17, and quite inexperienced in fragrance and yet quite old-fashioned.
A perfume should have a pretty bottle, preferably to dab on, and have a floral scent. Yeah, that's "orchid."
And now for how I met him. My neighbor wore it. A young woman of just 22, but already married to her childhood sweetheart. And so down-to-earth! And really neat! With big plans for children, house and garden. Happy, faithful and completely satisfied with her life.
And yes, "orchid" is. Great bottle, slightly old-fashioned. If you pull the plug, you immediately have flowers in your nose. Hyacinths above all. And carnations. The scent envelops you, smiles softly at you.
And yet Orchid can hold its own. In a very feminine and gentle way. That scent is just there. Like the hands of the mother who gently embraces you. Like your wife's gentle kiss when you wake up tomorrow. He's just a quiet smell from home, he pulls you into his train.
He was too stuffy for me back then. I wasn't like my neighbor at all. Still, I always had to sniff him when I was with her for coffee.
The two are still together and have two children, a house and a dog. And she still wears something very close, quiet, bland? I might. She doesn't have to prove anything to anyone. She is absolutely happy in herself and with herself.
Just like "orchid." Clear, close to the skin, but present and very balanced fragrance. I soughed up here the other day and I'm very happy about it.
I wear them more often than I thought. Always being shrill makes you tired. You just need that magic scent. My time-out to dream. My "Orchid"