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Short vacation for the soul
Monday - finally closing time! The day today was very nerve-racking and if I'm honest, I've been waiting for the end of work since 10 o'clock. As a small bean for the strains of the day, I motivate myself with the thought that on my way home I will make a foray through the perfumeries of the nearby city. The weather was dry, not dreamlike... but no matter ... Somehow everything suited my day. Since I wanted to test the one or other new publication without obligation, it pulled me to the Türkisenen. I wasn't looking for a conversation, I just wanted to browse in peace and let myself be inspired. I went up and down the shelves and got an overview. There wasn't much that was new and my eyes were caught by the perfumes of Burberry, more precisely by "Her Blossom". Why not? Why not? I grabbed a test strip and sprayed two sprayers loose... short wagging and sniffing... minute of silence... sniffing again. Slowly a thought forms in my head: "Joooaaah, it doesn't smell bad". But enthusiasm looks different. I continue my lap, smell the tester again in between, but still can't decide whether I think it's great or rather mediocre. On paper, it kind of reminds me of a pretty neutral mush.
I was almost out of the perfumery again, when the little devil on my shoulder says loudly: " Test strips have little power, try it on the skin! ". Like I said, it doesn't smell bad. So I give him a chance: two sprays on the back of the hand can't hurt. I leave the perfumery cheerfully, briefly wag my hand and smell. The uniform mush is now tangible on the skin for me: It smells like fruit... delicious... I find the mandarin. Fresh and juicy without being pushy. For me it's nice and light and invigorating - my mood lifts for the first time since the morning hours. I don't find any pink pepper, for me the fruit dominates in the top note.
Motivated by my high spirits, I make my way to my little, cute favourite coffee. On the way there the Mandarnie begins to say goodbye, a pity that was only a short pleasure. After about 30 minutes I can't catch any more of the mandarins, but now it gets flowery. For me, peonies are the most I can smell. Not the peonies that stand all day in the full maisonne, smelling warm and heavy. No, they are fresh peonies, which only experienced the morning sun or stood in the shade of a tree. They are unobtrusive but present - wonderful! I drink my double espresso and eat my praline. Then I'm on my way home. The next 1 1/2 hours I enjoy the peonies.
Then they get weaker and weaker and mochus and sandalwood come out warm. They wrap me up accompanying me through the evening. The perfume lasts almost 6 hours until I can't feel anything on the back of my hand.
Freshly sprayed the Sillage is according to my husband well perceptible. After about 15 minutes she is, however, rather body-hugging. I myself then perceive them well in myself, but otherwise only those who come closer to me. I like that. Especially in my everyday life you don't have to be able to smell me one kilometre in advance or follow my scent in the building.
What shall I say in conclusion: Tuesdays I went back to the Türkisenen and bought the scent. For me it is a beautiful fragrance that neither kills me nor my surroundings (even on very warm days). On cold, rainy days he brings back my memory of sitting on the terrace with my husband on holiday in the morning and having a cosy breakfast while the wind keeps blowing the scent of the peony bushes to us. He lifts my spirits.
As it is my first comment, I am open to constructive criticism. I hope I was able to give you my impression of Her Blossom.
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