Hummingbird Zoologist 2015

It is always on the lookout for energy. Even at rest, it takes around 250 breaths per minute. During sleep, it can lose up to 15% of its body weight in a very short time and if it remains motionless for too long...the little hummingbird dies.

If I were spiritually inclined, I would call this smallest of all birds my "spirit animal".
Yes...I am a big hummingbird fan, I have a small hummingbird dangling from my key ring, a glass hummingbird hanging from the ceiling of my living room and one pierced into my skin.
For me, it stands for hedonism, for the fear of missing out and the urge to live and experience, for wildness and the fleeting beauty of life's honeyed moments (which are often over far too quickly).
And this fragrance embodies exactly this feeling for me. Images flicker and race past me behind my eyelids at crazy speed.

A memory:
"There really is a hummingbird dancing behind your eyes, isn't there?" she told me "If you don't flutter...you'll die," she said to me as we sat in her garden.
The empty wine glasses from the previous night are still on the small wooden table.
The scent of honey from my herbal tea caressed my nose and mingled with the scent of the lilies of the valley around me. It's only mid-morning, but she's wearing a white dress. She sips her Nordic-style black tea. The taste of thick cream lingers gently on the insides of her unflattering summer cheeks. I feel at home. She kisses me. Cream and honey mingle as the scent of flowers wafts around us. She wears a fruity perfume.

Back to the here and now:
It is difficult for me to give a purely objective assessment of this fragrance.
For me, it is a memory bottled in a bottle.
It is a moment of honey and flowers. A midday in late spring made of flowers and countless different impressions.
An appeal to joie de vivre and warmth. To the wish that a moment should never end.