Annikatz

That's how I feel about Noa. Tender, young and innocent. Probably because I was where we first met.
I have known the scent since it was created. I was 18. I was hooked. A sea of flowers. Lily of the valley, rose and lily. But also something grassy came through. And a soft touch of peach. There's not a trace of vanilla or tonka bean on me. Just innocent white flowers
And the bottle! It's beautiful. It's round with a pearl in it. Back then, I had a thousand comparisons in my head.
A young bride, all in white, with a pearl necklace. And yes, also already in joyful expectation, the child grows in her like a pearl. And yet quite innocent, still young, inexperienced, not yet knowing what life will bring, just trust her beloved one, he will never leave her.
No, I'm not talking about me. But still, I often had this image in my head at the time. I bought Noa much later. And his character is still the same.
I think it has become a real classic. I like to wear it in summer, it brings me peace, balance. When I wear it, I simply believe that life is beautiful. Or at least today

I got to know Bloom in summer 2010. I was 30, pretty tired, more precisely just before burnout.
I guess everyone knows that every few years you draw a conclusion. You go inside yourself. If one thinks about what is planned and what has been achieved. I was 30 when it happened. And I got tired and homesick.
I've been working a lot. Long shifts, lots of guests. And that tugged at my nerve costume more and more. And more and more the return thoughts came.
I wanted to go back to Russia. Or rather to youth? And to determine that, I quit for a summer. And on the plane.
A summer long drive through the country. Moscow, St.Petersburg, Caucasus, Central Russia. Big cities, small towns, villages. Old friends visited. New friends found.
Getting out of the sleeping car at half forgotten stations to catch some air. The Babushkas bought their selfknitted scarves and socks. Train acquaintances closed.
There was a train acquaintance in Bloom. The Avon brand is widely used in Russia. A representative drove with me, had some things to sniff with.
And the scent was so clear, so light. Peach and gardenia. It's fresh, but not youthful. And it lasted a good five hours, despite the lightness. At this price, it's just super. I liked him very much. That was the fragrance that fitted perfectly into this carefree summer. He was just to take a breath.
It went well with sandals and beach dresses. For cargo pants and hiking boots. Jeans and T-shirts. And even mini skirts and pumps. Everywhere he was absolutely harmonious.
And now it was empty, summer was over, I had thousands of experiences richer. It went back to Germany. Conclusion drawn, thoughts collected, strength replenished.
At that point, I knew I didn't want to go back. 10 years from now, is that still the case? We'll see about that. The exit was necessary. It brought me a lot.
I'm not saying In Bloom is special. No. But it's a well-done floral fragrance in a beautiful bottle. Well suited for young women. Cheap back then. Now it has become a rarity. Found it in the souk and just bought it.
He likes to wear it. Just for me. I feel a fresh breeze in my hair again, have thousands of pictures in my head. The pictures of a carefree summer.

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"

Oh, the inscription's pretty boring already. Yes, she is. But however quite true.
1996, I was 17, and my great love gave me this gorgeous gold shining bottle. And the box for it - a dream! And the scent!
I'm not spoiled at all. There were perfumes by mummy that I was allowed to steal from time to time, then there were two that were absolutely taboo, then there were a few EdTs from the weekly market, all sweet smelling, and that was it.
Blonde was my first own scent. And a gift, too! From a man! From a poor student who worked as a messenger, pizza driver and furniture carrier to give his beloved a perfume, a bouquet of flowers and a concert! Man, how precious it actually was! And how proud I was to wear the scent!
Yeah, when I look back, the smell was too adult for a 17-year-old. Too heavy, too pompous, too spicy, too full-bodied. But you also have to consider my origins - Russian women often like it that way. A perfume is supposed to irritate, wrap, partially knock over. That's why it's a perfume. Chanel. Dior. Nina Ricci. And now Versace.
And now for the fragrance. He has race. It's heavy. First I actually feel bergamot and gardenia. Afterwards other flowers come into the play carnations, Narcissen, Chrisantemen.
And then I smell what's nowhere to be found - tomatoes. We had some in the garden. And I mean that smell when you put the young tomato plant out of the greenhouse. Tomato plant, soil, water, first sun. Hard to describe. Is also quite volatile and very subjective.
And then it smells like sun to me. The last warm rays of sunshine in the autumn forest. Wood, leaves, warmth. The last secret kisses outdoors before it gets too cold. Man, was it beautiful then!
It's nice today, too. Today I also feel the scent much more intensely, understand it much better. At that time I didn't understand him at all, and yet I already loved him. That's the advantage of youth.
I'm glad to have blonde back. As a certain milestone of the '90s. As a reminder of youth and first love. And simply as an interesting fragrance that still attracts attention.
Old love doesn't rust. You might even see them from a completely different angle.

Oh, I don't want to moan. Today I turn 39. There were enough shrill and noisy birthdays. It's been celebrated in before, celebrated out, celebrated through. It's getting more sedentary. Calm down. Adult. Uh, will you? Man, maybe. Hardly me. I'm still a crazy noodle. And for my birthday, even more so. I want to embrace the whole world, persuade three monks to smooch and dance on the table.
Instead, this year suddenly bed rest is the order of the day. After an unavoidable foot Op. So no celebrating, no monks, no dancing. What do you do? One calls in a soft voice for God's spouses and asks for the black box.
The box of my soul comforter. These are fragrances that give me security and durability. Some protection. And you're one of them. Because you're very special.
You're a Chanel, you can tell. All Chanels have something similar in the process, there one recognizes the immediately.
You're a perfume, so you're pretty close, but you have a lot of stamina. Lasts almost forever. Smells like a nice chat over a cup of tea in the garden. Yeah, sort of. I take flowers was, and bergamot, and the citric of a mandarin, but also the bitterness of the peel. Bowl, like a scarf. You can be nestled inside, like in a scarf.
So, now you're on your case. And now I'm just gonna sleep into my birthday. Why shouldn't I? I'm wearing my prettiest Pigama, I just emptied a piccolo with my sweetheart. And in your company, the night and the day will be beautiful.
I get calls and messages from half the world, there will certainly be a coffee with the family and you give me hold. You force me to hold my back straight and watch my manners. After all, you are a Chanel!