Venusia

Imagine this dance company with graceful dancing couples. Men in black tuxedos, women in airy dresses in wonderful colors: Dark purple and red like ripe figs, dark blue like irises, beige like incense, Davana yellow, green like leaves. The couples dance and mingle on the dance floor with grace, elegance and poise. This is what this fragrance is like - a dance of aromas, no phase of development can be distinguished, the aromas come and go and intertwine for hours. Who wins? Everyone ... this dance company is actually a unit of glorious unanimity.
This dance is not loud because it doesn't have to be. You dance so close to each other that it doesn't take more than a subtle breath to enjoy the other. It is erotic and irresistible, there is something innocent and sacred about it, like a love ritual

This masterpiece! So interesting how it behaves differently on everyone. The development on my skin is amazing. First I get a bunch of Chrisantemen with a thread of dark rose and sprinkled with galban resin. This phase is the most difficult. It lasts about an hour and then becomes paler as a powdery iris takes over, but not alone. Like smoke rising from a ritual temple, I perceive incense with sandalwood. The long dry-down is warm, despite the cold impression this flower may make - yes, Chrisantemum comes back embraced by the incense, the scent lingers for hours, light and fine like a dark veil that I never want to let fall from my body.

Milk I perceive more as a delicate creaminess, with spices and woody notes on a slightly sweet base, all dancing into an extremely fine "niche" like combination. Very nice unisex blend with excellent sillage and longevity. Very reminiscent of Prada Amber due to the sweet patchouli. Wonderful!

... from another world, hard for the younger generations to understand. Yeah, my beautiful grandma wore that scent all her life. My childhood memories are strongly impressed with it and I find this fragrance the most beautiful in the world. Irresistible, unique, irreplaceable...

Rouge is not red like joy, Rouge is an extremely dressed up, older, sad lady from a cabaret, faked optimism and wasted youth. Nice anyway!