Katerchen

A few hours ago, I sprayed "Casamorati - Fiore d'Ulivo (Eau de Parfum) | XerJoff"
in the Manufactum in the past perfect on my left hand and have since been sniffing with longing for you. Beautifully perfect.
Google told me it was you, or was it the other one?
For weeks, my olfactory memory keeps drifting back to the delicate yellow beauty, mentally piecing together the components, the memory threatens to fade.
Today, you have moved into my realm of fragrance.
30 ml of delicate perfection.
Are you spicy? Yes!
Are you citrusy? Yes!
Are you sweet? In a way, yes!
Are you noble? Absolutely!

Yes, soap and cleanliness is my association without, however, annoying me with that chemical fresh laundry cotton vibe, which I find so painfully boring.

What are you?
Something between perfect cleanliness and dreamy Mediterranean fantasy.
Olive trees can even regrow and spread after being struck by lightning, exactly this gentle strength I admire in you. I had your scent so often in my nose during my vacations in Umbria and Lazio, you let me stroll through the Daniel Spörri Park in Tuscany, let me breathe in and out and recharge with energy and freshness.

Thank you for being with me now, noble delicate yellow pastel fairy.

My best friend is also the only person in real life who shares the same perfume obsession as I do. Our collections are similarly extensive, and whenever we meet, there is a beautiful olfactory exchange.
We share Oceania as our signature scent, but otherwise, we can wonderfully inspire each other.
My weakness is all fragrances that have to do with the sea and everything that comes with it. Especially when coconut milk, Tiare flowers, and solar notes are involved without being too aquatic or salty.
Just before I was about to leave, he sprayed Bronze Goddess on me.
I stared at him, sniffed, stared …
Are you kidding me?
What IS THAT???

I love every note included, and with top notes of vanilla, amber, and vetiver, you usually have me excited already.

The rest blows me away.
This softness that envelops me, lying in Hawaiian Tropic on the most beautiful beach in the world.
Time and again, I find myself sniffing my own skin, sinking back into the warm sand in the face of the sun, the sound of the sea in my ears.
Sea yoga, meditation, healing…..

I stare, hardly believing that I don’t know this scent.
I knew it!
It smiles at me.

I’ve just ordered you a limited edition bottle.
Here!

Arthur, you my Bronze Goddess.
Perfume love and friendship for all eternity.

Jean Claude Ellena has managed to create a perfect hibiscus scent. For that alone, he deserves recognition. What initially resembles the fruity Body Shop fragrances develops into a pleasantly fruity delight.
I perceive the scent as rather natural, with little chemical undertone.
Since I definitely enjoy fruity fragrances, I am thrilled, not only because of the low price.
The scent is also suitable for layering.
Longevity is, as expected from a cologne, not a beast, but quite okay.
Just what you would expect from a Cologne scent.

Today I am still in the southeast of Mallorca and spent the day by the sea.

At the turquoise shimmering Es Trenc, my favorite spot.

My annual introverted vacations alone have become a great luxury, now indispensable.
Recharging, breathing, at my own pace.
Where I want, as long as I want.
Diving into my worlds, enjoying with all my senses without discussion and compromise.

All imaginable weather alternated today, while everyone fled, I stayed snuggled up, could not get enough of the freedom of the sea, the sandy breeze, and was repeatedly rewarded by the power of the sun with its impressive cloud formations and the silence accompanied by loud waves.
Suddenly, I felt like grabbing some Sal de Flor from the salt pans with its charming shop.
I imagined a bit hungrily what I would still get:
Salt with saffron, limoncello, and almond cake, after all, I am leaving my retreat by the sea tomorrow for 2 days to stay in Port de Soller, to hike to Soller, and make detours to the bay of Deia and Valdemossa.
Hiking in the orange forests of the Tramuntana.
Full of anticipation, I entered the shop and saw:
Perfume.
Local, Balearic colognes, a pleasant seller who simply lets me dive in, allowing me to take my time.
Strolling through the small shop in between and joyfully putting everything I had dreamed of into the basket.

The Aqua de Baleares - a very special scent.
Should I?
Again and again, my nose reaches for the orange scent, it is stunning, I can't get enough.
Juice, blossom, peel - all in olfactory perfect combination, perfectly balanced.
I can't help myself.
At the checkout, he lets me chat in Spanish, smiling sincerely.
“Es para ti?”
“Si!”
“Es un poeme de los naranjas, no?”
“Si, es demasiado perfecto.”
In the car, I tear open the package, spraying it everywhere.
An orange dream.
Soller, here I come!
But first, an ice-cold limoncello para mi.

I sit by the sea as far away as possible from the voices and empty phrases.
Unnecessary, in this place where I gaze into the blue and listen. I inhale silence, gather strength.
Every scent that doesn’t belong here disturbs just like every sound outside the roar of the waves and the power of the elements.
I spray Afternoon Swim.
Inhale, exhale.
Yes, this is it.
Turquoise clear cloud, sweep into my heart and unite with the warm sun, yellow and warm lemony fresh with a turquoise breeze.
Yes, this is where we belong.