In my student days I collected fairy tale books from different countries, there were paperback editions with fairy tales from Iceland, Russia, China, Morocco and fairy tales from Norway. One of the Norwegian fairy tales I still remember alive today. A man lived alone in a hut in the woods. He was deeply unhappy, because he was struggling with his fate. Based on a prophecy given by a fairy at his birth, he expected to find a very special treasure when he grew up. Again and again his mother had told him about this promise, so that this had awakened great hopes in him. But despite decades of searching and struggling, he did not find this treasure. The fairy's saying promised that he would find a great treasure at the end of the rainbow, which was meant for him alone. The man, who had become old and bitter in the meantime, had even travelled faraway lands to search for the treasure, had dug for gold and diamonds. In his disappointment he became unable to work and enjoy life. He didn't even smell the tan scent that surrounded his miserable hut, he didn't see the wild flowers and mushrooms that adorned the ground. He lost all his friends in his grief and even his inheritance he had to give up because he didn't care about anything. Every day he fell into ponderies that clouded his eyes and took away his joy in life.
One day, when he realized that he had been wrong, his despair became particularly great: he felt that he was at the end and longed for his mother, who had always encouraged him. And at that moment the light in the sky changed. A gentle rain ran down his face like tears and suddenly he smelled the smell of the forest and the rain and the ground he was sitting on. The light became bigger and bigger, the sun made its way through the high fir trees, shone over the tops and warmed the wrinkled face of the man. Then he lifted up his eyes and saw a wonderful rainbow shimmering in the most glorious colours. It was the most magnificent rainbow he had ever seen and the end of the bow pointed directly at him. Yes, he sat at the end of the rainbow and an inexplicable feeling of happiness came over him. He breathed deeply and felt life flowing back into him, suddenly he could smell all the wonderful scents that surrounded him in the forest. He felt decades younger and suddenly he knew: The treasure at the end of the rainbow, that was himself, his life was this treasure. He looked up and saw a bright blue sky and he knew that many happy years lay ahead of him.
A few days ago, when I got to know the scent of 'Trésor', which means 'treasure' in French, I remembered this little story. That this man could no longer smell anything because of nothing but grief and when he became happy and the enlightenment about the gift of his life came to him, he could smell what surrounded him in beautiful scents.
Now I have used many lines to tell this fairy tale. Simply because this story and also the smells, which were there and still were not noticed by the old man, appeared to me like a symbol for the world and the effectiveness of smells.
Trésor is an eau de parfum, which at the beginning gives me a soft aroma of peach and apricot. It is delicious in its freshness and mellowness, it stimulates my appetite, arouses expectations for more...even more pleasant scents flattering the nose. And I am not disappointed, because an irresistible bouquet of flowers surrounds me so suddenly that it gives me a feeling of liveliness. It was as if in May I was wandering carelessly across a meadow, where proudly erect iris blossoms with their wide open tongues in blue and white smelled velvety, radiating elegance and nobility.
Not far from these noble flowers there are distinctive lilies of the valley, clearly planted in groups. A feast for the eyes and a feast for the nose. Powdery scents that nestle like veils on my skin mix in my subconscious with the feeling of the imminent summer. This makes me happy and gives me an enormous energy when I see, feel and smell such beauty.
In another corner of the garden, the first roses have opened their velvety buds and exude their fresh, citric and at the same time almond- sweet Odeur.
It's like throwing on a pastel cashmere sweater - warming yet airy and light. My mood rises solely by these chords, which escape from the small bottle, which is shaped like an inverted pyramid, with every spray.
The scent surrounds me like a cocoon, has something radiant, shining, that lifts me up and yet with 'Trésor' conveys something warming, enveloping, secure with the inside. It is like a flower symphony with many facets, in which gentle fruits like peach and apricot and nutty like almonds are hidden. A bright musk tone accompanies the symphony from beginning to end. After two or three hours, I notice distinctly woody notes, which ultimately make the fragrance so intense and long-lasting. Altogether this little treasure blossoms on my skin for six to seven hours.
Trésor' is a sensual and for my sensation delightful and liberating, also erotic perfume. Very finely tuned, the softness of which embodies an astonishing amount of endurance, strength and sublimity. This fragrance gives me a feeling of luxury. It is a true treasure that quickly found the key to my heart.
I own the current version and I find it wonderfully successful. It may be that the vintage version contained much more of these described beauties. I am nevertheless more than satisfied with my Trésörchen, enjoy (without being able to compare) the shimmering colours and feel richly rewarded like the old man at the end of the rainbow.