Estefania

Magic Noir was my mama's scent. Tonight I'm sitting outside, I don't like the house, I don't like letting the summer go. I made a fire. It's warming my feet
The sky is starry, I think of you, Mama. Where are you?
The song Let it all Go by Birdy and Rhodes makes me sad forever.
You died in November two years ago.
We didn't have much in common, but you were my mama. Your fragrance magic Noire I do not have in the nose, it is in my heart.
He's gone, you're gone.
He was you to me.
Patchouli.
My fire smoulders quietly, I send you a greeting into infinity.

I'm thinking about you, Mama.

This afternoon, the thermometer shows 35 degrees in the shade, my sister calls and asks: I still have vouchers for the strawberry field, do you want to?
Sure I do. So get out of the cool house and on your bike. I grab a bucket and make a detour across the cemetery to water it. There I am always happy, the peace and quiet and yes, there are still real planted graves, is pleasant. The naked legs in the flipflops look forward to a cool shower from the watering can.
Continue to the strawberry field, a small country lane, simply always according to the smell. Are there still people walking in strawberry fields? In times of discounters and deliveryando and apps and the devil still knows what.
So, finally something to the fragrance.
I can already hear the outcry, that's not possible in summer!!!
Go. I am a summer person, I always make the good out of everything.
The man in the cash box says: "Today it's only for the hard ones. As you know only those come into the garden.
This Attar , it is an oil, has a fruity, woody, strong charisma, patchouli that I love so much. It reminds me of an india shop from my youth. It has nothing synthetic for me, in summer I prefer to wear simple, natural fragrances. This one clearly belongs to it for me. I cannot name the mint.

Application with a roller enables a fine dosage. Its durability is enormous.
Today Attar al Makkah accompanies me eating strawberries and picking the finest. The warm berries melt in the mouth. The hot wind tells of summer and also of transience, of glistening days in the shimmering sunlight. I cycle home and am happy to be alive.

"Do you still hear the symphony of life?"

It's summer.

Having grown up in the eighties, Patchouly has accompanied me all my life. The small bottles from the India shop with the dark brown oil were allowed
never go out with me. I still love it when clothes still radiate this earthy scent for days after application. My sensation with it is strength self-confidence power to be grounded, feel sexy sensual with it and I may be imperfect.
Countless perfumes with patchouli have been purchased and tested over the years, but I still prefer the pure essential oil. It belongs to me like my name.
When I first became interested in Mr. Ford's fragrances, I met this darling. This Patchouli is absolutely unsweet, smoky, angular and deep, like
i like it.
PA is suitable for everyday use, I wear it as I please. On days when Noir pour Femme from Ford is not "Noir" enough for me, I put the two together.
Patchouli absolu comes next to my love for pure patchouli. I clearly take incense was, although not specified.
This is how the smoke mantle worn in the church on certain occasions could smell.
Something intangible, sublime and transient, a spell, the flapping of a falcon's wings that swings up into the evening sky.
He takes me with him and I'm free.
The Innumerable Heart.

I've been sneaking around this specimen for weeks. An original sample found its way to me at some point. Long ignored, I would pull them out every now and then. Each time I carried this flatterer I liked better. Sprayed once in the morning, he still received me in the hallway at noon. He was still gently present on the skin in the evening. Initially rather citric, later warm oriental, resinous, skin scented, the development seemed infinitely complex.
In between a touch of Black Orchid flashed through, which is a part of me.
At the end nestled
warm vanilla and soft powder to me.
Monsieur remarked a few days ago, "Today you smell good!!" That means something, because otherwise he never has a word left about my perfumes.
At this time my womanizer was already on the postal way.
The elegant bottle now belongs to me, Noir pour femme is for me like a second skin.
Just like Black Orchid. High perfume art that wraps around the finger.
The dosage should be considered. Less is more.

Just before I leave the house early in the morning, my job starts at 6 pm, I needed today with the flower of women. For a few weeks now I have been attracted by this fragrance from the low price segment. In the beginning, red fruits, both sweet and bitter, never start too sweet but flattering. A while later, woods appear, dark and seductive. Since I love patchouli very much, the velvety ground comes to me only conveniently, but without being musty. Always the rather bitter prevails, the scent never becomes really sweet. Much later, delicate vanilla is still cloud-soft on my skin.
I don't know the poison girl, so I can't make comparisons. The durability is very good, with the price the spray does not have to regret. The bottle has something, I think it's successful.
The Fleur de femme makes every day something special for me. He puts me in a good mood. Now that it is long dark in the morning, cold and wintry, my seducer and my mood enhancer.
Sometimes it is worth testing fragrances that can do much more than the price suggests.