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The Disney princess among fragrances
I like Disney. The movies always give me a feeling of a perfect world, simple rules and a little bit of memories of what it was like to be a child A special category here are the Disney princesses of the old, classic films. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, unlike more modern interpretations (Jasmine up), which I like a little bit better, they all have in common that they are beautiful, pure, sweet and... unfortunately a little boring They are women who, although they already have admirable qualities like singing duets with animals and keeping seven men busy at the same time. They are always perfectly styled, yet modest. They blush when they receive a compliment and shamefully slip a strand of hair behind their perfectly fitting hairstyle. A childhood friend of mine is just like that.
I'd probably want to protect her from harm with a sword and shield... only to drag her off to Krav Maga class And sometimes I wanted to shake her because she let someone treat her badly again. It's a friend of mine, with whom I unfortunately also lost contact... because we were too different in this respect at the end of the day, even though I admire her to this day for her tender, gentle, beautiful soul
Exactly this feeling has built up in me, when I sniffed this very noble and expensive water for the first time yesterday.
The flacon is very valuable, very elegant. No fancy design but pleasing. Pretty, in the classical sense.
The first thing I was fed up with was: Wow! I think it was the bergamot, which smiled at me briefly with its fresh note.
The fragrance is gentle, light, soft, pleasing to the end of the world and back.
Then, a spray on the skin Well, and from then on, the scent unfortunately didn't know how to enchant me anymore.
The pyramid of scents made me hope for hidden corners and edges. Something that would bring out the scent from that powdery magic castle. But nothing.
I smell almond, definitely. And rose. But not in an exciting mix, just embedded in a fluffy powder puff And the "worst" for me : On my skin the scent only gets sweeter and sweeter the longer it is on it.
The woods wait in vain, while the powder puff mercilessly spreads its pompous sweetness over me. Not even vanilla (my boss) is there.
After two hours, I wanted to wash my arm. luckily, the spectacle was over in less than five hours What remained was a slight, again bearable sweetness, which completely disappeared overnight.
Like Cinderella's ball gown and carriage.