Do you know those days when in the morning after getting up you already think "a shit I have to!"
The good intentions, the work, the household, simply everything is hanging out to one's neck and one prefers to go on strike and only on principle do the opposite of what is expected of one.
You wanted to turn the music up loud - then it's bad for the ears, so what?
Eat what you want - then it's just unhealthy, well and?
You lasciviously roll in the sheets - that's what Kate Moss does in advertising, too, well and?
I wore Parisienne for the first time on a day like this. And no, I didn't like her at all. Of course it's not. How could I, on a day like this?
The prelude was too angry for me and I distorted my face. I knew we weren't gonna be friends.
I didn't notice that the scent changed shortly afterwards and didn't want to notice it at all. Not today!
Days later and fortunately in a much better mood, I gave her a second chance. After all, it's not their fault that sometimes I can be so moody. So -zack, sprayed on and no, unfortunately I still don't like this striking beginning. What has vinyl got to look for in a fragrance at all?
But what's that? The bitchy prelude becomes suddenly quite tender and nestles gently to me. The sour-spicy fruits recede into the background. They are still perceptible, but they make room for a delicate rose and also the violet spiffs out cautiously. Finally, sandalwood ensures that this unusual combination is gently combined on the skin and melts into a fragrance that is not comparable to any other.
Maybe Parisienne doesn't want to please everyone. Maybe she just wants to be rebellious and sometimes uncomfortable.
But perhaps, only perhaps, she is also like a good friend who stands by you on such days, endures all moods, nods her head understandingly and quietly whispers "Everyone has such days, so what?"