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If you think you can't...
...a little flower comes from somewhere.
The cat has a bowel obstruction and has to go to the veterinary clinic. Both parents are chronically ill. The season is dark. Boris J. wins elections. Bees die. There's plastic trash in the ocean. It's raining outside. The climate is changing.
I was in on the Christmas jerk. I got a bottle of Love Mimosa. I'll spray it on.
Oha, there's still alcohol in the world and urine. All the Amouages of the "The Secret Garden"-collection were nothing anymore.
But stop: What is that?
Delicate, sweet floral scent, soft and friendly, bright like a soft ray of light. Early summer. Early summer in a garden, a well-kept garden. With blue rain. Blue rain? Even though my real experiences with blue rain scent are limited, the blue rain in Daisy Sorbet I felt the same, only less intense and less sweet. I read that the perfumers were not thinking of blue rain, but of mimosa. The intense sweetness goes well with this. Mimosas have a very sweet scent in my memory. Pear harmonizes very well with it. Blue-green mimosa with pear results in a modern, super-sweet floridity that is harmonising and yet different from flower scents or fruity scents one is used to. Different, but still not shaking up or even unpleasant.
Already after perhaps half an hour the sweetness steps somewhat into the background and the smell arranges itself somewhat, becomes rounder. Now another flower is added, I would classify it as peony. She brings a delicate touch of powder.
The garden of friends appears before my inner eye. They really do have a large wisteria that spans a bright blue-green roof over their pergola on bright, pleasantly temperate summer days. They also have peonies in their garden. Not a pear tree, though. Also in the fragrance the pear now retreats a little in favour of the powder. In the course of the heart note a little Herbes comes into the sweet powder blossoms.
The powder blossoms remain for many, many hours, become even a little more powdery and then fade away gently and fade out gently.
If you think you can't do it anymore, a little flower comes from somewhere, brings sweet pears, peonies and powder. Is that escapism?
I'd like to thank Kima for the wonderful Secret Santa package.
The cat has a bowel obstruction and has to go to the veterinary clinic. Both parents are chronically ill. The season is dark. Boris J. wins elections. Bees die. There's plastic trash in the ocean. It's raining outside. The climate is changing.
I was in on the Christmas jerk. I got a bottle of Love Mimosa. I'll spray it on.
Oha, there's still alcohol in the world and urine. All the Amouages of the "The Secret Garden"-collection were nothing anymore.
But stop: What is that?
Delicate, sweet floral scent, soft and friendly, bright like a soft ray of light. Early summer. Early summer in a garden, a well-kept garden. With blue rain. Blue rain? Even though my real experiences with blue rain scent are limited, the blue rain in Daisy Sorbet I felt the same, only less intense and less sweet. I read that the perfumers were not thinking of blue rain, but of mimosa. The intense sweetness goes well with this. Mimosas have a very sweet scent in my memory. Pear harmonizes very well with it. Blue-green mimosa with pear results in a modern, super-sweet floridity that is harmonising and yet different from flower scents or fruity scents one is used to. Different, but still not shaking up or even unpleasant.
Already after perhaps half an hour the sweetness steps somewhat into the background and the smell arranges itself somewhat, becomes rounder. Now another flower is added, I would classify it as peony. She brings a delicate touch of powder.
The garden of friends appears before my inner eye. They really do have a large wisteria that spans a bright blue-green roof over their pergola on bright, pleasantly temperate summer days. They also have peonies in their garden. Not a pear tree, though. Also in the fragrance the pear now retreats a little in favour of the powder. In the course of the heart note a little Herbes comes into the sweet powder blossoms.
The powder blossoms remain for many, many hours, become even a little more powdery and then fade away gently and fade out gently.
If you think you can't do it anymore, a little flower comes from somewhere, brings sweet pears, peonies and powder. Is that escapism?
I'd like to thank Kima for the wonderful Secret Santa package.
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