Olympia

Sure, she's pretty. More than that. She's beautiful. But also a bit too heavily made up. She knows her effect and has the guys perfectly under control. Especially her own. He does just about everything for her. For example, good business - even if it's with drugs. But somewhere the cash for all those expensive shoes has to come from. Otherwise, she'll find herself another one. He's pretty sure of that. What keeps her is solely his success in the competition among the bosses. Seen that way, she’s actually the boss herself, but you only realize that upon a second glance. At first, she appears sweet, playful, almost innocent. But woe to anyone who gets involved with her. "My name is trouble." You can take that literally. Her company is not free. It's even absurdly expensive. Primarily when she has left and you’re left with a broken heart. That’s a pain you can't pay for with money. So take good care of her. Because you won't find a replacement. You can bet on that. She has something about her that is irreplaceable, non-reproducible.
What is it? No idea (and I don't want to know)
Just hold on to her as long as you can!


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Someone wrote: "The most beautiful lipstick scent I've ever smelled."
I can only agree with that.
Hard to get and absurdly expensive as well.
But that was to be expected… (see above)

Happiness is usually a category I have nothing to do with….
Most often, the pursuit of happiness is accompanied by an excessive glorification of innocent feelings, which these feelings are rarely able to live up to. This almost never does any good for the feelings and can, in the worst case, even bring them to a standstill. One knows this from love or other couples who make each other's lives difficult with exaggerated expectations by constantly holding the other responsible for the failure of their happiness claims.
No, thank you. I have no sympathy for such relationship terror.
If there is happiness at all, it lies in the beauty of the moment. It can be an intimate moment, a special experience, or even a sensual experience. Like a fragrance that conveys an entirely unexpected sense of well-being and then stays like a friend.
One such fragrance for me is “Celeste,” this strangely synthetic sugar-violet with its quirky charm. It makes me smile. And in this case, that is much more significant than happiness. Believe it or not…

There was little time
It's always like that
Just a few hours,
that felt like an eternity
My memory photorealistic
clear and sharp:
A sober room
brightly lit with green light
Calm and warmth
The smell of coffee
At the next table, work is being done
We talk and talk
You right next to me
I breathe you in
Your beautiful hands divide the cake
“Go ahead, take the last piece!”
I hesitate
don’t want it to end
You laugh:
“We're always the last ones”
Fortunately, I think
When will you come back?

It’s been three weeks now.
If you want to know how I’m doing,
go to a perfume shop and have them
spray L’Heure Bleue on your arm.
Don’t worry because it’s a women’s fragrance, such things are nonsense anyway…
Blue as a girl can be.
Can you smell it?
Violet powder with green-golden speckles. Somehow out of time and yet not.
If melancholy were a scent, it would be this.
It comes when the pain goes.
A delicate blue cloud that envelops you.
Blue, not black (like the complete absence of light).
Melancholy is the blue hour in autumn over the lake of Agios Nikolaos in Crete.
The days are still warm, but winter is coming soon.
When will we see each other again?

Are there actually green butterflies? Probably only in the tropics. Here in this country, I have certainly never seen one. Nevertheless, I immediately had an image in my mind when I heard the name "Green Butterfly" for the first time. A large, dark green-golden shimmering moth with delicate powdery wings, gracefully dancing through the air in front of me. An exotic and at the same time quite fairy-tale-like idea that captivated me instantly. I wanted to know what this enchanting green butterfly smells like…

And I was not disappointed:
It actually smells as green-powdery-sweet of iris, orange blossom, and vanilla as I had imagined. At the same time, it is infinitely delicate and somehow unreal due to the aldehydes, incomparable, not of this world. When you wear it, the colors shift; sometimes the green predominates, sometimes the powdery-sweet side of the butterfly. It is not easy to grasp, so I think the name fits quite well here. A seductive daydream, just like the green fairy in Viktor Oliva's painting "The Absinthe Drinker," which this fragrance also reminded me of.

Moreover, "Green Butterfly" has a very special effect on me that I have not experienced with any other fragrance so far:
When I wear it, I feel more beautiful!
It sounds strange, but it is true. I look in the mirror and think: "I don't even need to put on makeup today. The fragrance is enough. It makes all further efforts unnecessary."
Very interesting, although probably not necessarily transferable. The only way to find out is to try it.

Sillage and longevity are good. I can smell it all day without it ever becoming too much. And the price becomes more reasonable when you consider what you save on powder and lipstick.
I will wear it often this spring and summer. Hopefully, its magic will stay with me for a long time…