Olympia

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…

Two years ago in late summer, I broke up with my long-term boyfriend. The breakup was tough, painful, but inevitable. No alternatives, as they say. The reasons are irrelevant here.
A difficult time for everyone involved. I was feeling bad and it only got better very slowly. I was not at all used to living alone and had to find my bearings all over again. Suddenly making all decisions by myself was just as hard as reconnecting with old friendships. And then, to top it all off, Christmas and New Year's Eve were just around the corner. By then, I had somewhat regained control of my emotional life and bravely decided to attend a big New Year's Eve party all by myself, which takes place annually at our city's theater. Although I still wasn't in the mood to celebrate, I put on my short party dress, painted my lips red, and set off feeling a bit anxious. I was pretty sure that I would be back home shortly after midnight. But since I had paid, I had to go. And what fragrance was I wearing? Exactly, Hibiscus Mahajad by Maison Crivelli, because it radiates exuberance and joy of life for me, exactly what I was missing at that moment…
What can I say - unexpectedly, it turned out to be a great evening. I had a wonderful time, danced until four in the morning, and received plenty of compliments. It may sound cliché, but on that New Year's Eve, all my buried spirits came back to life. I suddenly felt strong and beautiful, and I had this wonderful scent in my nose, which is exactly that: strong and beautiful. Pure zest for life. In many other situations, it is certainly less suitable, and I see that too. Too flashy, too floral, too intense, too whatever… But on that evening, it felt just right for me. Perfectly merging with my newly awakened zest for life. Just like in the song "I will survive" by Gloria Gaynor.
I don't wear it very often, but every time I do, I am reminded of that New Year's Eve, which represented a kind of "rebirth" for me and showed me that life goes on, even when you don't believe it at first.
Hibiscus Mahajad accompanied me wonderfully in that regard. It couldn't have done me a greater favor…