Alilasx

If we are honest - your optics would probably not have attracted me in my favorite perfumery. You stand there so unimpressive, yes, almost meaningless and as biased as that may sound - the eye smells? known with.

I met you for the first time in passing someone else and caught me as the voice in my head babbled something about love at first smell. I had to know who you were and you attached yourself to my every thought.

Well, now you are mine and I appreciate you all the more. On fall walks and going out, you are always by my side. You are very different but yet so familiar. So soft and so silky, like a veil you put yourself around me. With feelings like "warmth" I would describe you.

Who would have thought that? First, purely visually, I would never have wanted to own you. Now, you are everything I have ever dared to dream.

Do you know this? You smell a fragrance and you involuntarily images or even a complete personification shoot into your head? So it is similar to me at any time in which "The One" rises to my nose.

My thoughts turn around a self-confident woman who knows what she wants and stands up for it. Dressed in white and with gold jewelry she strides through the streets and she knows she is admired. Their facial expressions so strong, so sure and yet soft and good-natured.

Yes, nagut, I admit it. These images don't just come from somewhere. Within seconds, I feel transported back to the time when I was a little girl. On a cold autumn day I lie in my mother's arms and her scent fills my nursery. He gives me a feeling of security and warmth.

I do not wear it myself. In my head, he is made for my mom. Probably why I smell him so gladly and would like to snuggle up immediately if I catch him again.

He will always call beloved memories in my head and that's why I love him so.