Goasbaeuerin

You are not just a perfume to me, not just a scent I wear to impress others.. You are a feeling for me! The feeling of having arrived, of finally being at home. No other perfume has ever touched and fascinated me like you do. You surround me like a protective cloak, with which nothing and no one can harm me.

I cannot and do not want to break you down into your individual parts; I just want to enjoy you as a whole and let myself go.

From the very first moment, you impress me. My beloved scent of saffron welcomes me and already gives me a hint of how beautiful you are. It accompanies me gently as you reveal your beauty to me. You embrace me with your fine spiciness and sweetness, which is softly nestled on a floral base. Your increasingly pronounced woodiness deepens the feeling of how much you truly remind me of home. I can clearly see myself lying on dark red velvet, the massive, dark wooden beams of our ceiling above me.

You have been with me all day, reminding me of your presence with your warm embrace, yet you were never intrusive. You were not only comforting, but also interesting. Slowly, you begin to leave me, growing quieter.

I hope you will soon be mine, for although you come from the Orient, you fit with me, in my homeland..