08/12/2020
VanillaChai
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Of course
I've smelled him before. Even if it was always the same type of woman who wore it.
Friendly, open-minded, reliable, determined, strong and somehow a little bit Everybody's Darling. But that doesn't mean that she has the need to be liked by everyone, but much more that she knows how to present her own point of view and that her environment accepts and appreciates her for that. In school days she was the class representative who knew how to mediate diplomatically, got along with all the small groups within the class and was sent ahead to convince the teachers with her charm of the community's intentions. She doesn't beat about the bush much, but does. She doesn't shine through self-dramatization, but through modesty and by putting her words into action. She doesn't need applause, a nod of appreciation and a smile are enough.
She has this warm, affectionate aura that surrounds her and in which one must feel comfortable.
The La Femme bottle has a similar design. Without much chichi, but in radiant gold, warm and timelessly beautiful.
At first I thought it was a mixture of care products and fabric softener etc. that made the women smell so good, because I just couldn't perceive this typical perfume scent. Like a kind of "My Skin But Better" fragrance. Not sprayed lapidary on top, but one with the wearer herself.
Until I finally discovered La Femme, when I was once again in the perfumery of trust. Without a specific destination, I stripped the shelves until my gaze fell on the solid, golden bottle a lot. I'd never really noticed it before, but when it was illuminated by the sun, it was simply beautiful. Prada, very classy, I thought. So sprayed on and there it was. That smell. Not toiletries, a perfume. Creamy, flowery, soft and somehow quite warm, like the first rays of the morning sun. The scent I had noticed so often but never asked for it because it was so natural.
Since then it has been the Go-To fragrance for me when I have a difficult day ahead of me or feel insecure. He doesn't steal the show from me, but picks me up, catches me, grabs me under the arms when I need it and puts me in scene when I want to score.
No matter if with t-shirt and jeans, or with the little black one with the high heels, I can always count on Prada La Femme.
Every now and then, when I let my eyes wander and he arrives at my scents, he rests on La Femme. I smile and nod at him appreciatively. He cannot be taken for granted, even if it seems so..
Friendly, open-minded, reliable, determined, strong and somehow a little bit Everybody's Darling. But that doesn't mean that she has the need to be liked by everyone, but much more that she knows how to present her own point of view and that her environment accepts and appreciates her for that. In school days she was the class representative who knew how to mediate diplomatically, got along with all the small groups within the class and was sent ahead to convince the teachers with her charm of the community's intentions. She doesn't beat about the bush much, but does. She doesn't shine through self-dramatization, but through modesty and by putting her words into action. She doesn't need applause, a nod of appreciation and a smile are enough.
She has this warm, affectionate aura that surrounds her and in which one must feel comfortable.
The La Femme bottle has a similar design. Without much chichi, but in radiant gold, warm and timelessly beautiful.
At first I thought it was a mixture of care products and fabric softener etc. that made the women smell so good, because I just couldn't perceive this typical perfume scent. Like a kind of "My Skin But Better" fragrance. Not sprayed lapidary on top, but one with the wearer herself.
Until I finally discovered La Femme, when I was once again in the perfumery of trust. Without a specific destination, I stripped the shelves until my gaze fell on the solid, golden bottle a lot. I'd never really noticed it before, but when it was illuminated by the sun, it was simply beautiful. Prada, very classy, I thought. So sprayed on and there it was. That smell. Not toiletries, a perfume. Creamy, flowery, soft and somehow quite warm, like the first rays of the morning sun. The scent I had noticed so often but never asked for it because it was so natural.
Since then it has been the Go-To fragrance for me when I have a difficult day ahead of me or feel insecure. He doesn't steal the show from me, but picks me up, catches me, grabs me under the arms when I need it and puts me in scene when I want to score.
No matter if with t-shirt and jeans, or with the little black one with the high heels, I can always count on Prada La Femme.
Every now and then, when I let my eyes wander and he arrives at my scents, he rests on La Femme. I smile and nod at him appreciatively. He cannot be taken for granted, even if it seems so..
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