MariellaMmmh

If you look at my collection in this way, you are quickly convinced that pink is my favourite colour. And indeed, I like pink and pink in all nuances very much. My mom says I've always been that kind of girl. Pink attracted me magically, and when it glittered, there was no stopping me.
But, attention, spoilers: It's not my favorite color. That's red. Always has been. Still, pink perfumes seem to attract me like moths to a flame. And it doesn't seem to matter whether the liquid is pink or the bottle, oh, I'll be honest, the box is fine with me too. Maybe the one or the other perfume will find it in itself that you somehow also go by what the bottle or the packaging looks like, what the lettering is and so on. After all, the eye eats with you. And people judge instinctively when they don't know something or someone. The visual aspect is one of the things that is first and foremost assessed and judged.
I personally like light fragrances. Why that is, I don't know. Heavy, very sweet scents quickly overwhelm me and almost kill me. But maybe I still have to grow a little bit more.
When Narciso EdP Rouge came out two years ago, I was very excited. Since I like the Narcisos for ladies very much and I am also proud to wear some of them, I wanted to test the red scent very much. For me, these are modern but elegant fragrances that have something for every woman. What I especially appreciate about them is that they attract attention without chumming up, which is quite a strong sillage, but doesn't slay the fellow men. At least not with the right dosage.
As I tested the EdP Rouge, my lips were already forming a smile in joyful anticipation. Unfortunately, I was very disappointed to discover that it was not for me. It was simply too violent for me. He quickly strained me. The whole day this beating cloud pursued me and did not want to spare me.
My best friend and I have the same collection in some parts. I also gave her my own Perles de Lalique one day, so that she and her husband don't almost climb me when I visit. Then last fall she told me enthusiastically that she had gotten the red one from Narciso. I must have looked at her as if she had lost her mind, and she seemed extremely unsettled. She stammered something about how she was sure it was for me. I shook my head violently and changed the subject so it wouldn't be even more embarrassing for her. When I went shopping with her the next day, a cosy, warm-sweet cloud came towards me. My friend smelled so good, I almost licked her neck. She grinned and said: "That's the red Narciso. The eau de toilette. That's a new one. But you didn't want to hear about it, you plum."
Yeah, whoops

I have deliberately reduced my collection and did not want to buy anything new. But I had to have this one. I love the smell of it! Although it has sweet notes, it is discreet and wonderfully soft. The tonka bean is clearly perceptible, the floral chords are only strongly involved in the opening, then give way over time. The fragrance then becomes pleasantly creamy, soft, nurturing, and despite the sweetness also fresh. I appreciate for many an everyday scent, for me rather something to go away or for colder days.

Not only did my rather pink scent world get a red blob of colour: I became so red when my girlfriend laughed at me - quite rightly so. She laughed when we were in the perfumery and I bought it immediately, just then on sale, she laughed when I sprayed myself with it immediately. And she's still laughing. *mitlach*

There are different phases in the life of a perfume. Everyone goes through them individually. One or the other gets stuck in one for a longer time or even takes a few steps back. Others go further and develop. That must be the case, because it is like being in love: One would not survive this boundless permanent grinning and the constant butterflies in the belly together with the increased pulse rate permanently unscathed.

After years of euphoria and complete madness, at some point a switch in my head was flipped. Malicious tongues say I was tired of the collection agent at the door. I call it common sense. Anyway, at my age, you start getting wise. ;)
This switch even made me so sensible that I stopped hoarding stacks of my favorite scents. Other people use that money to build houses or buy islands. I sat on it like a mother hen and made sure that everything would last for a long time and that it would be carefully arranged. Not that it will not be enough afterwards! A very clever perfumer (one of my favorites here and a comrade from the early days, when things were still quiet and familiar here) once said a sentence that at least flipped the switch with, so together with the Lord of the Incas ... äh, my reason!

He said, "Things may end." Bah: so wise, the good one.

So I thought about it and came to the conclusion that everything was too much for me. I didn't even need a collection of over 200 (some people only need one fragrance!) plus 500 potential buyers on the shortlist. I didn't need to hoard several of each of my favourite scents. The mother hen in me loosened up, so I started mucking out and stopped hoarding. It made my life 99% better. I really saved time, too! I didn't have to keep running through stores looking for something new. I could also sleep half an hour longer in the morning because the perfume selection was much quicker. This also meant fewer crow's feet. For the 99% optimization I am really thankful to the perfume.

Now I come to the remaining 1%. And I could freak out about that!
Since I became good and had not hoarded anything more, I was badly surprised when my Chloé EdT, 2009 version ran out. Not suspecting anything bad, I got some more without testing, because heeey, I know this one! Not at all. Chloé, you have a mortal enemy! How can you mutilate such a beautiful fragrance so completely? How then can you call the scent, which has nothing, BUT NOTHING to do with the old scent, dull, just the same?
The 2009 version was noble, simple, balsamic and magical. It just smells... of flowers. Like a cheap drugstore smell. It's a little fruity at first, then floral, then it's gone. Anyone who does that will push old grannies into puddles! Criminals.

Recently, when I was tidying up, I noticed that there was a box in the back of my closet in the corner. Oh, cool, I was just about to wrap a gift and needed one! But oops, there was something in it. I peeked inside and there it was, a leftover 2009 Chloé Edt bottle. After I slipped while dancing with my friends and lay on the floor panting but happy and kissing the bottle, I felt an incredible relief and deep happiness. The mother hen was briefly back. The drama is - for now - postponed. After that I'll go to Chloé's to smear the windows or something. With smelly stuff. And I push them all into puddles. D

For Chloé Edt 2009 and me there is no end for the time being. We still have each other for a while.
I've got this thing standing in my bathroom as air freshener. That's enough for one man.