Anniiiii

Outside, it is getting brighter and the sun rises earlier and earlier. I get out of my cozy bed and take my time for my morning routine and my makeup. Because today is not just any day. It is our first meeting, our first date. A whole day just for the two of us. I want to surround myself with a fragrance that makes me feel comfortable, one that lingers in memory. That is sensual without being intrusive, without making promises I don't want to keep. I want a scent that makes me feel feminine. Where sensual lightness meets a feminine sweetness. That, when applied in the morning, lasts deep into the night. My gaze glides over the bottles on my shelf, past Alive, La Belle, until it stops at 100 silent ways. A fragrance that is unobtrusive yet unmistakable. That doesn't make me feel perfumed. It is like a good lipstick in the color "my lips but better," my smell but better. I spray to the right, I spray to the left, and once into the air before I walk through the mist. I feel comfortable in my skin, light and feminine. In the hallway, I catch a glimpse of the woman in the mirror as I pass by. She smiles at me, winks, and says ... good luck.

A glittering bottle with a pink center... which woman's heart doesn't beat a little faster? The "normal" Black Opium was too powdery, too bland, too interchangeable for me, so I was curious about the new fragrance in the line. On paper, it smelled good, but it reminded me very strongly of the Code femme scents from Armani. Too strong. I became skeptical, but I wanted to give the fragrance a chance; I wanted to like it so much. A single spray on my skin... 20 minutes waiting... and the most intrusive, synthetic sweetness mixed in with the Code femme from back then. As if the fragrance were screaming: I'm here!! I feel like I applied a bit of Code femme and then rolled around in a cotton candy pot at the fair. Multiple times. Over and over again. In the pink, the turquoise, and then in all the other colors that were still on the shelf. Once home, I try everything to get the scent off my skin, but unfortunately... it has, of course, very good longevity and withstands all the trials. So we have to endure one more night together. There won't be another date for us.

Saturday mornings in the perfume store. Difficult territory for me, since I was never served at the store with D, for whatever reason. I always had to know what I wanted. This time I was at P and a maximum difficult customer, because I only knew I wanted a new scent. Fresh, but not too lemony and please no aquatic scent. Sweet and floral would be nice, but not too sweet. Yes, and then it should have that certain sensual something.
The saleswoman, an absolute fragrance lover, needed only two scents before she found mine. Away from the mainstream to something I had never smelled before. And Birkholz, a brand I probably would never have reached for. Maybe also because I am allergic to birch. :D

I let the scent settle on my skin, even though I already knew that it would be coming home with me. It’s one of those fragrances that feels like home on my skin. Welcome! What a wonderful scent!

On the bottle, for me, a beautiful, intense summer fragrance, full of colorful flowers and joy of life. I couldn't help but spray it on, but it took less than a minute for the colorful flower meadow to vanish and be covered by a huge cotton candy cloud. Where did the flowers go all of a sudden? Where was summer? All this thinking gave me a headache, and I desperately tried to wash the scent off my skin.

Should I or shouldn't I... I kept asking myself this question while walking back and forth the whole time. The scent constantly changed on my skin, and I was curious to see how it would develop further. After half an hour, only a creamy, powdery fragrance remained from the fruity beginning. And yet, I bought it. Personally, I miss the sweetness afterwards, but with other fragrances, I miss the powdery aspect. So I will combine this scent with another one. Because the longevity of this fragrance is really good.