Everything has already been said about Trésor and about love, but not yet by everyone.
I wouldn't even call Trésor my favourite fragrance - I have more glamorous, more interesting, more beautiful, more splendid, more beguiling in my collection, all of which I like to wear and often wear - but, as I recently discovered full of surprise, I actually love him deeply and don't want to be without him anymore. And that's why I have to leave this comment. You stood so long faithfully in my cupboard in your beautiful bottle, always somehow perceived as a matter of course, now it is time to apologize for my arrogance and sprinkle you a few roses.
Trésor's architecture is classic, simple and noble, sublime in an unobtrusive way, graceful, simply timelessly beautiful, without being arrogant, cool or bold. The beautiful rose, the breeze of flowers (peach, apricot and lily of the valley), the most elegant vanilla I can think of (perhaps due to the heliotrope and the iris?), this foundation of sandalwood and musk like white stone. All this is simply there, from the spraying on to the end after many hours. The shelf life is really impressive, I can still perceive the scent, applied early in the morning, late in the evening. Trésor, however, does not undergo any notable development with me, he does not joke and does not surprise, he does not come around the corner in his course with flirtatious aromas; he is quietly straightforward, honest, yes - a strange word in this context: reliable - and in his presence of an unobtrusive clarity and at the same time unique delicacy that I know of no other fragrance. That makes it a real masterpiece for my nose.
I would also find it difficult to describe him as just flowery and sweet. It is creamy, warm, gentle, friendly, like a day in early summer, opaque and at the same time transparent, never heavy, but also no iridescent airtikus - it is simply perfectly balanced. It doesn't sparkle; it glows. Trésor is a soul mollycoddler who wraps and protects me, under whose wings I feel like a child at the hand of a gentle, beautiful mother. I find it kind of funny myself, but I like to wear it at night because it makes me feel so secure, and on Mondays or predictable stress days because it makes me more positive, calmer, more optimistic and prepared for the hectic working day.
Trésor, even if you come through the door in jeans, T-shirt and Converse, ensures that you sit a little more upright and move a little more smoothly, ladylike and with a smile, and somehow I sometimes have the impression that this cheerful calmness spreads out around you, the friendliness increases by two or three steps, wherever you go with it. Even a pensive "here it smells so good..." I have often heard when I wear it.
So, Trésor, let me say this quite frankly: yes, I love you and I hope that you will always be a part of my life. I'm glad you exist.