Lilue

I am in a garden, a little overgrown, but still beautiful, simply left to its natural growth aesthetically. I briefly enjoy the breathtaking sight of violet magic and only fleetingly sense a gentle splashing behind me, as I am unceremoniously - not brutally, but very firmly and somewhat against my will - pushed headfirst into the lilac bush. For a moment, I feel pleasantly close to nature, the flower in front of me smells so authentic and real, almost a little Frida Kahlo-esque as the lilac stretches out in all directions around my head. But just as Frida Kahlo's gaze, upon closer inspection, sinks sternly downwards, so too does the beautiful lilac gain a biting severity, and after only a short time, the little lilac blossoms tickle unpleasantly in my nose and I can feel the pollen scratching down my throat.
The beautiful orange trees and rose bushes are forgotten, perhaps a hint of jasmine wafts towards me for a moment, and the beautiful splashing of the soft almond milk spring is far too distant.

What a shame. The visit to the garden would have definitely been more enjoyable had I been able to stand in the middle, admire the entire floral splendor, and indulge in the almond milk in between, for then I would have perceived the fleeting lilac with a smile and fascination in every breeze and would have dreamt myself into bliss. As it is, unfortunately, it remains just a one-time visit.

This scent is love, warmth, home, comfort. The fragrance is roots and wings.
This scent is about buying it and placing it in the closet when you are away from home and miss Mom.
The fragrance not only smells of rose, it also smells of its leaves and the earth from which it grows. It even has a hint of its thorns.
I cannot discern any nuances from this perfume, my perception is far too influenced by memories, emotions, an entire childhood. No matter how good it may smell to me, I will never be able to wear it myself, and I know and fear that the day will come when the sight of this bottle and a passing breeze from a lady of a certain age, elegantly dressed, round face, friendly smile, but not Mom, will cause me unimaginable pain, the fear of which I already occasionally feel on days when I am close to tears, when Mom wears it.

For months, I have been rambling around this line in every store that offered even remotely any fragrances, testing a different fruit and herb from Guerlain's inexhaustible garden each time, and I was so fascinated by these simple, pure, yet intense and natural scents.
A little later, I was gifted Limon Verde and used it very, very happily in the summer - at first. Over time, however, the lime scent has turned into an unpleasant experience reminiscent of household cleaners for me; whether it was due to the combination of the perfume and my skin or simply my nose, I don't know, but I no longer enjoy using it and wish I had opted for a bitter grapefruit or mandarins with basil or similar delights that don't come across as so citrusy.

The bottle, however, still looks beautiful on the dresser and is a real eye-catcher, and who knows, maybe it will eventually be replaced by one with a subtly different color.

The experience of a perfume not smelling quite as good on your own skin and developing less pleasantly than on a paper strip or even just yesterday on a friend is probably very familiar to all of us - and every time it's just sad.

Here, I got to experience exactly the opposite. Sprayed on, it smelled too sweet, too heavy, too vanilla-like, simultaneously reminiscent of a teenager and an old grandma. However, once I sprayed it on my skin, I was truly enchanted. It felt as if I had taken a milk bath with Cleopatra herself, enriched with the most beautiful flowers and golden oils. In one moment, I felt my mother's embrace and at the same time, the mother within me awakened, preparing warm milk with honey for her children, and not two seconds later, I felt as if I had never been so pure and clean since my birth.

I must confess, even though it is more of a scent for cold days, I wore it even at 35 degrees during my summer vacation in Turkey; when it fits, it just fits, and what can I say, I was in love. By now, it gets to delight me more from autumn to cold spring, warming me from the outside in, and I can recommend it to all true perfume enthusiasts who dress in scents even when going to bed, after a warm shower, about an hour before bedtime, regardless of whether you share the bed with your better half or your own whole self.