Lilienfeld

I have two ideas :)

The reflective evenings just before Christmas,
trudging hand in hand with my grandpa in the deep powder snow.
Grandma is busy in the meantime!
The almond cookies need lemon icing,
the vanilla crescents are just coming out of the oven!
In the meantime, you can prepare the whipped cream and whip it up nice and fluffy!
You also need some buttercream.
You always behave well, waiting for many gifts.

So, from now on I have a problem!

There’s still a movie playing in my head!

Also white and by night...
This time I’m feeling quite hot,
no wonder with the A... heat.
The evening breeze sweeps over the white sandy beach, the coffee, overflowing.
I casually stretch my crossed legs onto the chair next to me.
I have to pull my dress all the way up, otherwise I’ll be a mess.
Hands to cool down, directly hugging the lemon ice cream cup.
The almond pieces sink through the whipped cream and everything mixes into delicious cream.
I place my nice, damp, cool hands from the condensation on my neck.
My skin still smells of sunscreen
and my beloved Johnson & Johnson.

There, again, blackout!!

Back to Christmas and powder snow.
Is this getting too much for me soon?!?!

Now to the scent:

Very short, quite bergamot opening (don’t want to say head today :)
Straight through the H-note into the action and to the, uh, the points.
We’ll stay there (both) for quite a while.
Traveling monotonously alongside us.
A film innocent winter gourmand.
The other, a bit southern-summer evening, a bit musky-clean-white.
I don’t know, should I bake or eat my sunscreen instead?!?!
In case of doubt, both, or I’ll play the other film.
Unfortunately, the two don’t meet with me.
Once lemony, clean-musk, soft, switches to Christmassy.

The perfume is wonderfully made, no question!
But for me, it’s too inconsistent and too forced, wanting to cover everything and too proper!!
I hope no one is mad at me now?! AAAANGST!!!

Ah yes, one more thing or maybe two, for me rather feminine and of course I also smell the wicked Sander Sun and the great L'Instant Magic.
Guerlain spared itself the Christmas baking, which was not a mistake.
Because, as we say in Vienna: "de san gscheit":))

Our house in the countryside...,

I spend July and August there.
We still call it summer freshness ;)
It dates back to the 14th century.

The attic, built out on the hillside, with a small terrace right above
my mother's wine cellar.
Beautifully overgrown with wild roses and raspberry bushes that fill the
air with a bittersweet scent on summer evenings.

A light smell of smoke and voices drift up to me.
Mother is welcoming guests!
Her musicians, as she likes to say.

Father was a Germanist, Mother attended drama school in her youth.
I can see her in front of me. The roles still suit her well.
For the performance at home, no special robe is needed. She doesn’t
require that. Anyone who is invited should feel lucky.
I can hear the piano and the heated discussions until late at night.

When calm sets in, I know it well, the incense comes, wonderful and beautiful.
Whole clouds up to the roof beams.
One must bless the guests and strengthen oneself, she says!
She is right.
I like to take a piece of this attitude for myself; one needs strength every day
for the performance in life!

An incredible scent, with such power, it becomes stronger as it goes on.
Man, woman, it doesn’t matter, it takes you with it anyway!
...if you dare, you can trust it ;)

A scent, a whisper,
like ice crystals in the evening winter air.
A memory of childhood days. Dark, well-guarded pantries full of honey
and jam scents. A certain severity, somewhat distant, and yet I feel
sentimentally safe.
A fragrance that makes me contemplatively a little sad.
Simply beautiful!

On me, it holds wonderfully. A very strong, straightforward scent that doesn’t really
allow for closeness. Just the idea of affection, with the promise of more.
A bit like being led by a leash, and that from a fragrance!!
Am I wearing it today or not?! Where and when does the seduction begin??