Christine07

9 AM, I wake up on my own, the sunbeams are already peeking through the blinds. Stretching, shaking the dream out of my head. My mind is clear, Friday night wasn’t too long, I feel fit and healthy and good. Blinds up, perfect summer weather. Brushing my teeth, getting dressed, light makeup, and then you: fresh, clean, cheerful orange. Intense, loud, but only for a moment, soon you can only be recognized with the help of a gust of wind that duels with the orange while I ride my bike. Is it worth listing other notes? No, you are pure orange, a fresh German, not a sweet Italian. Not too sour, rather fresh and clean. I’m biking with you to the Saturday market. Awesome, I’ve got my life together. Early Saturday morning awake and already getting things done. By the time I get there in 20 minutes, I’ll have to unpack another bottle of you, as you have already faded away. Maybe the wind took you with it, doesn’t matter. You’ve brought me energy and good mood, I just spray you on again:

“Mhh, you smell good,” he said when he saw and smelled me for the first time. I, so clouded with thoughts and immediate attraction, couldn’t perceive my scent mist in that moment. So innocent, full of anticipation and so fresh, I wished for our first encounter. Delina corresponds perfectly with that; she is there, floral, sweet, but refined enough that she is still worthy of a mature woman, ready for the spark, overcoming the nervous first minutes in which every thought serves to run away. The excited, “Hello, here I am, nice to meet you” lychee gives way to the density of a rose: Pure femininity. Apparently, this has exerted a true magnetic attraction, accentuated by the pumps and the black dress, red lipstick does the rest.

Delina supports the electrifying feeling when the pupils dilate and the first mutual gaze dives into the depths; she does not hide, she dares, she lasts a whole night and longer.
She shows you the way, she immerses you in ultimate sensory overload.

Oh, and one more thing… it remained a romance, an unforgettable one.

As soon as it gets cooler and the moon comes out, it’s time again for an intense dark rose. Not everyone understands it; for some, it might be too overpowering, and you can safely forget about the coffee… And yet, for brave noses, there is a soothing sensual rose scent. Strength, sensuality, and eroticism are embodied in the Terenzi flanker. Those who have smelled it once and couldn't forget it will want it around them again. It is definitely the less balanced sister of "K'Bridge Club | XerJoff"; however, the longevity and sillage are by no means lacking. The entire pillow smells of it the next morning, but the nose must be strong enough for that. For me, it is an upgrade to La Nuit Trésor L'Eau de Parfum … For all women who are not quiet. #formation

A white cashmere dress, soft, nude lipstick, and this perfume. As soon as I smelled it, I knew today would be a particularly beautiful day. Throne-like on the glass makeup table, the diamond-shaped bottle with blue liquid. I was maybe about 8 years old when I realized that this perfume would lead our family to a celebration where I would see my beloved cousins, dance with them, or play Sailor Moon, practice songs, and fall tired into bed. On those days, my mom not only looked like a goddess to me, but she also smelled like one: a goddess. A feminine image that represented strength, elegance, and at the same time passion. I admired the aura of the scent, this synthetic one, it shaped my love for blackcurrant. It enveloped my mom like a cloud and me as soon as she hugged me. The bubbly, positive, and laughing mom fascinated me, yes, authenticity. I don’t have to play quietly, I don’t have to laugh quietly, I don’t have to feel quietly. I am allowed to realize myself as a woman, I am allowed to be as I want, and I am allowed to seek my partnerships on an equal level while still maintaining a softness. Sensuality does not mean being weak, and a loud laugh and expressing an opinion does not mean being strong at the same time. I am allowed to be.

When I was 15 and allowed to take a few spritzes of the perfume for my first party with a fake student ID (yes, you could go until 1 AM), this protection enveloped me like Harry Potter's invisible cloak. Dressed up with a ton of hairspray for my curly hair, a terrible outfit (because I didn’t know what to wear to a party), and bronzer all over my cheeks, I went to the party where it felt like half my school was present. I felt uncomfortable, everything too intimate and unfamiliar, and I was glad to finally go home.

When I got home, my mother said, “It’s not bad. I didn’t enjoy my first dance event either” - and as a consolation, she gifted me her scent (which even accompanied me through university, perfumes were super expensive!).

By now, I have grown into dancing and know how much bronzer my face can handle.

The perfume is pure nostalgia, 90s charm I would say. It is the mom of Alien and co. It will forever remain a part of my collection, and now and then, it can also be brought back into life.

Do you know the vanilla-almond Monde? These Christmas cookies dusted with powdered sugar? Strangely enough, the scent also suits me perfectly for autumn, perhaps because at this time the anticipation for the Christmas season rises? Out of the miserable “rain back and forth with the sun - I don’t know what I want today” weather and into the colorful fairy lights-glühwein-cuddle time. The almond in the top note is very pronounced, but not necessarily sweet like in Raffaello, rather paired with a creaminess of vanilla. This harmony makes the scent completely unisex for me. The sillage is not overpowering, yet dense and relatively long-lasting (4h max on me). Normally, I don’t like to smell like pastries, so gourmand. At times, it also reminds me of the DNA of Rolling in Love. I find it very pleasant for the office, but a bit too understated for private use.

A small addendum:

The bottle wants to look high-quality, but in my opinion has too many poorly thought-out details:
-stuck-on name
- brown cord on a black bottle