Estefania

Today is a special day
By chance I heard about it on the radio this morning.
Until then, I had no idea what the word palindrome meant.
A word or several words or even series of numbers, which are absolutely identical when read backwards and forwards.
The last time a date like today's was more than 900 years ago. The 11.11.1111.
As the devil would have it, I recently came across Palindrome II, thanks to Helge ; ) two days ago a bottling of this extraordinary fragrance landed at my place.
Yesterday I tested it for the first time and I'm wearing it today as well.

I am a thoughtful and sensitive person and think that some things attract and repel at the same time.
The comments here about PII describe him great, there's nothing to add.
Patchouli in abysmal darkness by the fire. In my opinion, clearly male
The night sky is black, only the glowing gaze of the one-eyed dog lights up.
He pursues me silently, I am afraid at the same time and yet rely on him not to hurt me.
When I get home, he lies down in front of my door
Sometimes you only realize that you are missing something when you meet someone who can give it to you.

Little sister, you've been so unspeakably sad for so long
Nothing and nobody could cheer you up
Our mama hasn't been around for two years
She was something very special for you
It was you who accompanied her to the end.
It is now free
But you're still trapped.
Last week we met and you asked me for a special scent I had sprayed on you by chance a year ago.
" the bottle looked like an angel, it smelled heavenly powdery and feminine", were your words.
Your scents were always bitter and cool and in any case a completely different direction.

Yesterday you received the package I ordered for you.
You called me and your voice sounded alive again.
"The fragrance is a dream that will be my new companion, you are a treasure "

It was a pleasure to have made you happy

Sometimes a fragrance is more than perfume.
And: I am always there for you.

It's the last day of October. I just deleted my first comment on this fragrance.
Why?
It's been about a year since I wrote my first one here. To Black Orchid.
Still it is not my thing to deal with the individual components of a fragrance, therefore different.
My collection has been drastically reduced since then, you could say concentrated on the essential.
They are almost exclusively vintage bottles. Black Orchid is one of the exceptions. It wasn't me who found him, it was me.
All other comments describe him very well.
He's a second skin to me. Just a sprayer on my wrist in the morning.
Enough for the whole day.
He seems to say: You don't need any other gods beside me.
There's nothing that could hold a candle to him.
I rarely wear it so I won't get used to it.
Habit doesn't suit him.
A diamond, a fur, a pearl.
Not for every day.
He takes me out, not me him.
It makes me feel like a goddess I'm not.
All my vintage scents are a part of me.
He's me.

The non-alcoholic perfume oil arrived a few days ago. Well, it's not that I still often
I'm blind buying. But this one seemed too tempting to me.
I have to explain that I love the incense sticks with the same name and buy them again and again.
I tested it last night.
I don't know what Nag Champa is. As sole fragrance note indicated.
I feel it as smoky spicy, the oil can be dosed with the small scooter beautifully.
Over time, a certain bodily sweetness develops that does not become intrusive.

Today I am ill, a nasty cold has caught me.
On such days I actually like almost nothing fragrant about me, but I reach back to the small bottle.

The fragrance gives me the comfort I need today.
So it smelled at the beginning of the eighties in small shops, which dealt with oriental clothes and various perfume oils.
In my opinion, Nag Champa comes very close to the smoky scent.

For small money in the 15 ml bottle to have, a test always worth.

So, now I'm going to lie down and boil some water for a cup of tea.

Because no matter how much time has gone by,
Tears are dried
Time has healed wounds
Never heal other wounds
My blond strands belong to me
My fear and my strengths
You're no perfume
You're a feeling out of my life
Headless running to know
That I'm lost,
But I am,
I'm still,
When I carry you, the old hypnotic poison
In the dark I hear your laughter
Your deep voice
Whirls up the glitter dust
You leave an invisible trail
Scratches you in the skin
I'm still hanging around
Turn stones around
I feel summer in autumn
Barefoot
Unreasonableness exuberance
Sometimes something is so familiar,
that it's strange.