Top Notes 
Heart Notes 
Base Notes 
10/12/2019
Mörderbiene
42 Reviews
Translated
Show original
Mörderbiene
Helpful Review
2
Flowers in autumn
First of all: this fragrance is a head note catcher. After a while he drifts off to a petty floral-sweet synthetic freshness, which I won't go into again later on, but which should be mentioned for the sake of completeness
Autumn came fast this year. I'm sitting at my desk, it's wet and cold and grey in front of the window. Not even the matt colours of the dead foliage shine any more and only bear witness to a dwindling memory of the first pale flowers in the cold snow, of the pale pink carpet on sprouting grass, leaving room for shady foliage, announcing the heavy warmth of summer.
Dwindling memory, like the photo album on the shelf, its cover grey with dust. In it, happy moments full of laughing faces, in front of delicately scented flowers, white, pink and blue, next to curved writing on old paper.
Autumn, time of melancholy, sign of transience. Soon the pale foliage is covered by an icy carpet, burying the last memories.
I'm sitting at my desk, and I'm surrounded by a soft whiff of spring that's more than just imagination. It not only awakens the past, but also announces a new bloom. A fragrance announcing a new beginning, rebirth, shy beauty on the way to heavy splendour, the blossoming of a new year as soon as the old one is completely buried under the coming snow. The snow that will be pierced by such delicate, pale flowers, the old scent flowing anew. To the snow that melts under a still weak solar heat, giving new life.
This scent is innocent and pure and girlish.
Outside the cold wind blows the rain-laden leaves from the trees, and I watch with joy and confidence.
It's nonsense to wear this fragrance in the fall. And yet it feels right.
It's nonsense to wear this scent as a man. And yet...
The base is approaching, I have to go to the bathroom. To keep this beautiful idea.
Autumn came fast this year. I'm sitting at my desk, it's wet and cold and grey in front of the window. Not even the matt colours of the dead foliage shine any more and only bear witness to a dwindling memory of the first pale flowers in the cold snow, of the pale pink carpet on sprouting grass, leaving room for shady foliage, announcing the heavy warmth of summer.
Dwindling memory, like the photo album on the shelf, its cover grey with dust. In it, happy moments full of laughing faces, in front of delicately scented flowers, white, pink and blue, next to curved writing on old paper.
Autumn, time of melancholy, sign of transience. Soon the pale foliage is covered by an icy carpet, burying the last memories.
I'm sitting at my desk, and I'm surrounded by a soft whiff of spring that's more than just imagination. It not only awakens the past, but also announces a new bloom. A fragrance announcing a new beginning, rebirth, shy beauty on the way to heavy splendour, the blossoming of a new year as soon as the old one is completely buried under the coming snow. The snow that will be pierced by such delicate, pale flowers, the old scent flowing anew. To the snow that melts under a still weak solar heat, giving new life.
This scent is innocent and pure and girlish.
Outside the cold wind blows the rain-laden leaves from the trees, and I watch with joy and confidence.
It's nonsense to wear this fragrance in the fall. And yet it feels right.
It's nonsense to wear this scent as a man. And yet...
The base is approaching, I have to go to the bathroom. To keep this beautiful idea.
2 Comments
RisingChaos
