Lilienfeld

Yessss!! Back to the "Eighties"!! Yes, it has something... the fragrance!!! The eighties... they were also my time. Around 20 years old, Walkman on my head, Cindy Lauper up and down, Saturday night at Gabriel, or the cellar bar! Those were...

No, I definitely didn't want to try a fragrance from "Creed". Never! As an Austrian, I’m not really into the monarchy;) In Bad Ischl, you can still stroll along the spa promenade in summer hand in hand with the old emperor. The bottle concept already...

of a (Malle) malignant redemption. I know, scent perception is subjective, people are influenceable. I know, mainstream; powdery is en vogue. Iris is modern at the moment. Everyone wants in. Lutens' delicious Iris Silver Mist, Hermès Hiris,...

Tell me,...do you know Chamade? She is in her early 30s, maybe even older. I often saw her on Sundays, at noon,...sitting there. There under the lilac, in the little café! Hyacinths and roses bloom wildly there. She loves to wear...

Like a guardian angel who takes your hand when you stand still. Leads you on and reminds you who you are and wanted to be. Calms you down, because everything is good. I have surrendered to this subtle scent. A wonderfully fragrant...

At the start of school, whether you want to or not, you often have to go to Müller. Armed with the shopping list, I head straight through the perfume department. Aha, note to self, Chanel stage gone!! But for God's sake, what is this?? Me, with...

Summer morning... It is still slightly fresh, so early in the morning. But one senses sultry heat, the day will be long. Naked...my feet in the dew-wet grass. The moor lake lies lonely, still belongs to itself and water lilies sway in the wind. ...

A scent so delicate, I fear it will break on my skin! Like a gateway to distant days. March sun gently melts the snow, warming my cold cheeks. Spring shakes off winter. Snow roses at the edge of the forest and almond trees are budding. ...

...di Venezia `` Late Middle Ages during the time of Casanova.... In the 11th century, the dirty Thursday was still celebrated here. Monday, 10 days before Ash Wednesday, the flight of angels from the Campanile over St. Mark's Square....

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...

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...

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...