Verbeene

enigmatic she is and beautiful.
Her grey-green eyes are large and cool.
A breath of water, water lily and melon brushes against you. Something indefinably distinguished, a cool, almost icy iris.
when she looks at you, you feel caught, when she averts her gaze, mysteriously abandoned.
She is there and yet she is not there either.... beautiful, secretive, graceful with a touch of artificiality. Her skin glows, her hair exudes fresh air.... all the way from afar, the scent of reeds and wet grass....
You have to be careful
She might drive you out of your mind....

it is cool in the forest, the dewdrops sparkle in the moss
still it is in the forest you hear the leaves rustling
quiet and proud, almost inaccessible, the bright trunks rise into the sky
it smells of clean air, clear water, herbs and hidden flowers.
apparently quite simply .....and despite everything it is a very finely composed perfume.
lasting, refreshing, clarifying, distinguished.

"Art is concentrated nature"

a slender veil of smoke with woody-spicy sprinkles... like the memory of the remains of a campfire. burnt precious wood... this draws lightly and mysteriously into the background and opens the fragrance into tender fruity shy flower dreams. This contrast is beautiful to the wine and of an indescribable nobility.
The delicacy of the flowers is gradually outshone by a noble glove leather, to which the smoky background lends a little distance or austerity full of character.
Earthy, very quiet, rooty... tender like a memory....
and finally it shines like a dark gemstone, a green stone with inner fire rolling out of a soft leather case.

There he is... mysterious, precious.... maybe your wish stone? The one that turns everything into happiness?
Maybe the philosopher's stone?

You feel how he gives you strength, an almost tender alertness, the awareness of the vulnerability of a flower as well as the power of fire.

the air expands, delicately spicy, fresh floral.in the background a fine dry austerity through currant buds.
A rose moves slightly above it like clouds of veil,
it widens to the horizon.
You are wrapped up in a joyful-silent, gently cooling harmony.
Saltwater all the way from far
the light sprays into this room like through fog

this is the moment when Aphrodite could emerge from the foam, silent, radiant, amazed, naked

how different are the two tuberose scents from Caron:

like quick-wittedness versus traditional thinking
like humor versus attitude
like a spring wind compared to a fragrant, windless summer evening

is "Tubereuse Merveilleuse" light, tangy, finely spiced, creamy but without any heaviness or slowness,
transparent and infused with sparkling humor,

tubereuse "EdP is dense, warm, honey-filled, of measured elegance and warm hearted vanilla hidden under a velvety rose.

gives wings to the first one, thus calming and securing the second one

they are both beautiful.
but I prefer the first one))))