Inger

Yesterday, I felt like wearing my vintage Youth Dew. The right fragrance for a cold, stormy, and rainy November day.
So I rummaged a bit in the Estee Lauder and Clinique corner of my little perfumery. In the farthest corner, I found Calyx, slightly dusty I must admit. I had almost forgotten about it...

I wore Calyx when I was very young, unmarried, and without children.
I had put away my student White Linen. A new era had begun.
My first job, my first earned money, a small apartment in the city center, the world was open to me.

Even back then, I loved to wander around in perfumeries, and Calyx fit perfectly into my target profile. I gladly passed on the Samsara samples I received in abundance to my female colleagues. I really couldn't do anything with them back then.

One morning, a young colleague who was on a round with us - a real "Ungustl" - came into my office. "Miss Inger, your perfume is terrible. This scent is simply awful!"

That was the first and only negative comment about a fragrance I ever wore. I will refrain from mentioning the occasional nose-wrinkling or eye-rolling from my family during various scent trials.

However, I didn't let Calyx ruin my mood!

The scent starts off slightly fruity, but mainly it is green - a bright, fresh, invigorating green. I can sense the melon, and I distinctly smell the bergamot and mint. In my mind's eye, a garden appears, in early summer, dew-drenched, the grass short but lush green.
Fragrances with cyclamen always seem bright, fresh, and clear to me, with a delicate bitter note. I can recognize that well here too.

Calyx is quite quirky, a bit different. Calyx is not sweet or cuddly. It might even come across as a little distant.
The bottle fits the scent very well in my opinion - clear, simple, and quirky.

The longevity is moderate, the sillage rather close to the body.

Calyx also suited well for today's sunny, stormy, and cold November day.

The original Diorling and I have something special in common.
We are celebrating our 60th birthday this year.

I can't remember ever testing Diorling in my youth, and it wouldn't have suited me at all back then.

As a White Linen wearer, I later (and of course still today) liked Diorissimo. Diorling might have even put me off.

Diorling from 2012 starts fresh and very green, it is understated - just like us.
We don't burst into the room. We take a look around and have a smile on our faces.

Jasmine makes Diorling enchantingly dreamy. A little drifting back into the past, a little nostalgic, but not sad. The old times are over!
The elegant green note lingers on me for a long time.
I like green! I’m already waiting so hard for the winter gray to fade and everything to bloom again.

The delicate leather note makes Diorling uniquely beautiful.
We have become milder, softer, brighter.

We have changed, but not for the worse!

We have become more lenient, letting some things slide, some words left unspoken, then again a response with a wink, just a bit of "rising above it all".

The original version of Diorling is still clearly felt, just as I can still recognize the "old Inger" within me.
We have left a lot behind, the old times are now finally over.
Shedding burdens feels good from time to time.
Maybe it would have been wise to take a different direction at one or another crossroads. But what the heck!

So here we are today! This is what we have become!

Diorling will accompany me - we fit well together.

We haven't known each other for long, have no shared past, no common memories to laugh, cry, or chat about.

But does that bother us - No! We are ready to go - hand in hand into the next 60 years!

Like every year, I eagerly await the warmer season.
As soon as the new year begins, I already notice signs of
spring everywhere.

And today, it finally really happened!
Already in the morning, pink little sheep enchanted the sky, and even
a few birds were practicing their first notes.

During a stroll in the garden, I discovered tulip and daffodil sprouts.

I quickly set off with the dogs.
Such a beautiful day should be enjoyed.

We walked over hill and dale, through woods and fields - here and there ...

I was scented with "In The Mood For Love".
Without thinking, I reached for the white, simple bottle in the morning.

The slightly woody-bitter yet delicately fruity note at the beginning soon faded, and
then I was enveloped in a gentle floral veil.

Everywhere on the branches, I could see green buds, even little bees were out and about.

I had to stop repeatedly, turn my face to the sun, and take a deep breath.
The dogs looked up at me. "Are we turning back already? Now that it's just getting really fun!"
They were also quite exuberant and frolicked around me.

Once home, the first order of business was to clean eight dirty paws, and my boots didn’t look much better either.

... all the while, I was accompanied by a wonderful floral scent, delicate as a whisper yet still well
perceptible. Fresh, clean, and neat - a good choice for such a sunny Valentine’s Day.

The longevity of In The Mood For Love is good, clearly noticeable until the afternoon.
I do not perceive amber and rose. The main player is the magnolia.
The pretty bottle fits perfectly with the clean scent.

As soon as I "slip" into the New Year, I feel a longing for spring awaken within me.
This has been the case for as long as I can remember.
I am on the lookout to discover small harbingers of the warm season.
"The days are already noticeably longer, the sun is much higher now..."

After the spring-like temperatures over the holidays, winter has unfortunately caught up with me.
Bitter cold and snow have thrown a wrench in my plans.

I acquired Infusion d'Oeillet last summer.
I was already so taken by the delicate hint of carnation back then!

However, it has overwhelmed me now on these icy cold January days.

I don't even have to close my eyes; I can already see myself sitting in the garden, it's green, warm, and sunny.
The birds are chirping, the bees and insects are buzzing and humming, and from the corner of the rock garden, the lovely delicate scent of the little colorful nails wafts over to me.
The little heads in white and rosy tones stretch their faces towards the sun just like I do.
Taking a deep breath all the way to the tips of my lungs, absorbing the lovely, unmistakable scent into my heart -
that is my world!

The fine sandalwood note gives Infusion d'Oeillet the finishing touch, making the scent even more elegant.

It almost seems to me as if the little carnation ladies in their delicate colorful dresses are gracefully sitting on a wooden bench, enjoying the beautiful days. Now and then, one of them smooths her skirt, bounces her little foot, and smiles coyly. In a mysterious way, their appearance and scent enchant.

The longevity is moderate, the sillage is rather close to the body, and in my opinion, overdosage is simply not possible.

I suppose I still have to wait a little before I can turn my face towards the summer sun.
But dreaming about it is at least just as beautiful.

... this fragrance would have certainly pleased me!
Fortunately, I have finally gotten to know it!

The sample had been lying in the testing box for a long time, and I kept choosing another scent instead. Good things take time!

This delicate "tinkling" would have appealed to me as a young girl, still unsure in my fragrance choices - but I have always found flowers very enchanting.

As a young woman, excited, with a white veil and long dress, it would have suited me well and accompanied me into a new chapter of life.

As a young mother, uncertain, often sleep-deprived, and trying to do everything right, it would have surely done me good.

Later, when I faced a "pubescent horde," the delicate little bells would have certainly brought a smile to my face time and again. "It's not so bad! This time will pass too!"

And now, middle-aged - or perhaps already beyond? - my focus is once again on the essentials, letting "five be five" without further ado, I appreciate the delicate lily of the valley all the more.

Fresh and green, delicate and dainty with the slightly sweet hint of geraniums, which I enjoy in fragrances, they herald the new season. I can detect a splash of lemon and a hint of oak moss.
But the main actors are the little white bells, dancing joyfully and lifting their white dresses.
They are not loud, they are exuberant, they lift my spirits and make me smile.
They dance for many hours and then rest on their sandalwood bed.

Even though time passes, the years go by - one thing I know for sure:
"The next spring will surely come with sunshine and all the beautiful flowers!"