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No Garden of Eden
I'm in a garden, a little overgrown but still beautiful, just aesthetically left to its natural growth. I briefly enjoy the breathtaking sight of purple magic and only glimpse a gentle splashing behind me, when I am rudely - not brutally, but still very determinedly and a little against my will - pushed headfirst into the lilac bush. For a moment I feel pleasantly close to nature, so authentic and real does the flower smell in front of me, almost a little Frida Kahlo-esque the lilac stretches out on all sides around my head. But just as Frida Kahlo's gaze sinks sternly on you when you look closely, so too does the beautiful lilac gain a biting severity and after only a short time the tiny lilac blossoms tickle my nose unpleasantly and I can literally feel the pollen creeping down my throat.
Forgotten are the beautiful orange trees and rose bushes, briefly perhaps a breeze of jasmine blows to me and far too far away is the beautiful splashing of the soft almond milk spring.
Too bad. The visit to the garden would definitely have been more enjoyable if I had been allowed to stand in the middle, look at all the blossoms and feast on the almond milk in between, because then I would have been smiling and fascinated by the fleeting lilac with every breeze and would have dreamed myself into bliss. So, unfortunately, the whole thing remains at a one-time visit.
Forgotten are the beautiful orange trees and rose bushes, briefly perhaps a breeze of jasmine blows to me and far too far away is the beautiful splashing of the soft almond milk spring.
Too bad. The visit to the garden would definitely have been more enjoyable if I had been allowed to stand in the middle, look at all the blossoms and feast on the almond milk in between, because then I would have been smiling and fascinated by the fleeting lilac with every breeze and would have dreamed myself into bliss. So, unfortunately, the whole thing remains at a one-time visit.
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Basic Note Love
This fragrance is love, warmth, home, comfort. The fragrance is roots and wings.
This fragrance is to buy it and put it in the closet when you are away from home and mom is missing.
The fragrance not only smells of rose, it also smells of its leaves and the soil from which it grows. It even smells a little bit like her thorns.
I can't smell any nuances from this perfume at all, my perception is far too much affected 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 in her prime, chicly dressed, round face, friendly smile, but not mum will cause me an unbelievable pain, the fear of which I already feel every now and then on days close to the water when mum wears it
This fragrance is to buy it and put it in the closet when you are away from home and mom is missing.
The fragrance not only smells of rose, it also smells of its leaves and the soil from which it grows. It even smells a little bit like her thorns.
I can't smell any nuances from this perfume at all, my perception is far too much affected 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 in her prime, chicly dressed, round face, friendly smile, but not mum will cause me an unbelievable pain, the fear of which I already feel every now and then on days close to the water when mum wears it
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Short love
For months I swarmed around this row in every shop that offered even the slightest scent, each time testing a different fruit and herb from Guerlain's inexhaustible garden, and was so fascinated by these simple, pure, yet intense and natural scents.
A short time later I was allowed to hold the Limon Verde in my hands as a gift and in summer I used it with great pleasure - for the time being. Over time, however, the lime scent has become an unpleasant home cleaning experience for me, whether it was the combination of the perfume and my skin or simply my nose, I don't know, but I don't like using it at all anymore and wish I had gone for a bitter grapefruit or tangerines with basil or similar delights that are not quite so citrusy.
But the bottle still looks beautiful on the dresser and is a real eye-catcher and who knows, maybe it will be replaced by one with a subtly different colour at some point.
A short time later I was allowed to hold the Limon Verde in my hands as a gift and in summer I used it with great pleasure - for the time being. Over time, however, the lime scent has become an unpleasant home cleaning experience for me, whether it was the combination of the perfume and my skin or simply my nose, I don't know, but I don't like using it at all anymore and wish I had gone for a bitter grapefruit or tangerines with basil or similar delights that are not quite so citrusy.
But the bottle still looks beautiful on the dresser and is a real eye-catcher and who knows, maybe it will be replaced by one with a subtly different colour at some point.
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Melting with my skin as if made for each other
The experience that a perfume doesn't smell as good on your own skin and turns out less beautiful than on the paper strip or on your girlfriend yesterday is probably well known to all of us - and every time it's just sad.
Here I was allowed to experience exactly the opposite. Sprayed in this way it smelled too sweet, too heavy, too vanilla, at the same time like teenager and old grandma. But after spraying it on my skin, I was really enchanted. 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 in me woke up, who prepares warm milk with honey for her children and not two seconds later I had the feeling that I had not been so pure and clean since my birth.
I must confess, even if it is more of a fragrance for cold days, I wore it even at 35 degrees in the summer holidays in Turkey, if it fits, it just fits and what can I say, I was in love. Meanwhile it is allowed to please me rather from autumn to cold spring and warm me from the outside to the inside and I can recommend it for all true perfume lovers, who also dress with fragrances when going to bed, after a warm shower a good hour before bedtime, no matter if you share the bed with the better half or your own whole.
Here I was allowed to experience exactly the opposite. Sprayed in this way it smelled too sweet, too heavy, too vanilla, at the same time like teenager and old grandma. But after spraying it on my skin, I was really enchanted. 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 in me woke up, who prepares warm milk with honey for her children and not two seconds later I had the feeling that I had not been so pure and clean since my birth.
I must confess, even if it is more of a fragrance for cold days, I wore it even at 35 degrees in the summer holidays in Turkey, if it fits, it just fits and what can I say, I was in love. Meanwhile it is allowed to please me rather from autumn to cold spring and warm me from the outside to the inside and I can recommend it for all true perfume lovers, who also dress with fragrances when going to bed, after a warm shower a good hour before bedtime, no matter if you share the bed with the better half or your own whole.
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