02/22/2021
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Why always the best?
Oh, Rituals.
You wonderful, small everyday oasis...
You surprisingly fragrant shop niche in the then still crowded pedestrian zone...
Why only you always take the best from the program?
The Victoire d'Ambre was then a blind purchase, a snapper because reduced.
The golden flacon with the beautiful wooden closure I liked at the time and I just wanted something nice on a bad day. I have even had the fragrance only on a test strip, not even on the skin.
Then I added it to the collection at home, wore it once and then.... forgotten.
Until I saw it flashing out again a few weeks ago, it was mid-December, grey, wet, cold and generally bad.
And like I was a magpie I couldn't resist the golden sparkle.
There it stood, the rectangular, shiny flacon with the simple lettering, the dark wooden lid.
This was quickly taken off and with a motivated sprayer went a neat cloud once completely over me.
.
.
.
Wow. I had then by far not perceived, appreciated, yes, revered, what this fragrance can!
Pyramid here pretends to be a pure resinous woody scent. But the layers are so much deeper, more harmonious, more expansive. In addition to the resin and the amber, the musk, I smell a gentle spike of bergamot, a little pepper, incense, woods and vanilla. This fragrance is a little work of art in itself. It's warm, soft, familiar, sweet without being sultry, heavy without being weighed down.
Like a therapy blanket of fragrance, like a massage for the senses. The scent is not reminiscent of perfume, it is reminiscent of thermal baths, infusions, oils and well-being for body and soul.
The warmth is like no other, it has something of a fireplace evening without the smoke.
I currently prefer to use the perfume in the evening after bathing, when I am creamed and oiled up. It balances me out, grounds me in the truest sense, and gives peace to my upset, strained, sometimes frightened mind.
The progression, by the way, is fairly straightforward - you get what's on it, a little more, but little development, no change. The scent is there, from the beginning, and stays.
I love him.
Like a long hug after a long, tiring day, it recharges the batteries of the senses.
Too bad that he is no longer produced.
Otherwise I would have a supply that never gets empty.
For hard days.
You wonderful, small everyday oasis...
You surprisingly fragrant shop niche in the then still crowded pedestrian zone...
Why only you always take the best from the program?
The Victoire d'Ambre was then a blind purchase, a snapper because reduced.
The golden flacon with the beautiful wooden closure I liked at the time and I just wanted something nice on a bad day. I have even had the fragrance only on a test strip, not even on the skin.
Then I added it to the collection at home, wore it once and then.... forgotten.
Until I saw it flashing out again a few weeks ago, it was mid-December, grey, wet, cold and generally bad.
And like I was a magpie I couldn't resist the golden sparkle.
There it stood, the rectangular, shiny flacon with the simple lettering, the dark wooden lid.
This was quickly taken off and with a motivated sprayer went a neat cloud once completely over me.
.
.
.
Wow. I had then by far not perceived, appreciated, yes, revered, what this fragrance can!
Pyramid here pretends to be a pure resinous woody scent. But the layers are so much deeper, more harmonious, more expansive. In addition to the resin and the amber, the musk, I smell a gentle spike of bergamot, a little pepper, incense, woods and vanilla. This fragrance is a little work of art in itself. It's warm, soft, familiar, sweet without being sultry, heavy without being weighed down.
Like a therapy blanket of fragrance, like a massage for the senses. The scent is not reminiscent of perfume, it is reminiscent of thermal baths, infusions, oils and well-being for body and soul.
The warmth is like no other, it has something of a fireplace evening without the smoke.
I currently prefer to use the perfume in the evening after bathing, when I am creamed and oiled up. It balances me out, grounds me in the truest sense, and gives peace to my upset, strained, sometimes frightened mind.
The progression, by the way, is fairly straightforward - you get what's on it, a little more, but little development, no change. The scent is there, from the beginning, and stays.
I love him.
Like a long hug after a long, tiring day, it recharges the batteries of the senses.
Too bad that he is no longer produced.
Otherwise I would have a supply that never gets empty.
For hard days.
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