Elbchen

This sentence has probably gained cult status in the meantime!
It was a great late summer, I was almost 16 years old, and the cinema was filled to capacity! We went to the evening show, my sister, her girlfriend - and me.
I wore my jeans with the buttons on and the yellow sweater I loved so much, and I wore Raphaël. The wine-red one. Always standing on my mother's dresser with a three-piece mirror on top.
Raphaël stood next to Obsession, which also belonged to my mother.
Nevertheless, this wine red bottle made it onto my shelf again and again, wandered back onto my mother's chest of drawers and finally stopped on my shelf: because Raphaël and I, we simply belonged together.
There was a drugstore around the corner where we could buy him. First there were three fragrances, then a fourth. Although I was too young for the scent at that time, and it was a flagship of Sillagé and charisma, and I put it on just before the movie, I felt very comfortable with this scent.
I spent a long time looking for him until I found him here.
Dear Jennytammy left him to me, he arrived yesterday and everything was back.
The film, the smell, the cuddly cushion under my hands from the cinema seat (at that time the chairs were even more comfortable than today), Billy Idol the "Sweet Sixteen" was roaring through the ether, the sprayer that was already spraying wildly around at that time, my beloved sneakers...

I always found Raphaël to be a loud and very perceptible scent. It starts flowery, yes.
But nevertheless there is always a certain sharpness, almost a kind of severity. It takes time for the fragrance to sit down, for everything to combine, then it becomes more harmonious, but still remains extravagant in its own way!
The base was already then beautiful, warm, sensual, wonderful! Not perceptible for so long today.
And also back then there was something in the base that not only made the fragrance beautiful, but also made it something special. I don't know what happened to the bottle.

Still an extraordinary fragrance for me. Sure, the Sillagé monster is no longer him, after all, the smell has already a few years on the hump, the durability decreases also faster than I have it in memory, nevertheless, I am glad to know him here.
For a trip into the past, for a baby who has worn a watermelon and a Johnny who demands klipp and clear: my baby belongs to me, that is clear?
Raphael's with me. Even if I didn't know then that a perfume can smell oriental and I seldom like and wear oriental fragrances, that belongs to my own great perfume time!
I'd still buy it today if it still existed. Very bad that he was hired.

"Guilt" is actually Jeton Toni ;-)
The man is a living fundus of classics and often I read with him and reminisce because we sometimes have the same taste.
When I saw the bottle in the bay, for almost nothing, I made a bid to catch a tilted bottle at the risk. Somehow the time was probably unfavorable for the seller (lucky me!), in any case I bought the bottle für´s Appel und´n Ei ersteigert.
And when he got here, I could hardly believe my luck. Scent totally fine, durability may not be what it used to be, but it's mine.

I bought Venice in the wonderful little YR shop when I (had to) go for walks with my first child because otherwise the little toad wouldn't have slept at all
We always had the same route, along the canal, into the city centre with the cobblestone pavement (then she fell asleep...) and past the mentioned shop. Then he became mine, I loved him very much.
Many moves later, I gave him away. How could I???
Years later already deeply regretted because the Yves took the one out of the program - how could he do that?!

Oriental scents are not always my case. Venice already.
It's a skin smoother. Some kind of creamy sheathing of my skin.
I already believe that the Sillagé and the durability of my flacon have suffered, do not want to know where this treasure was living its existence. Nevertheless still a wonderful vanilla revelation of a classic. I can't tell the exact scents apart anymore, I remember him stronger and more powerful. So I wear a flowery-spicy fragrance with a beautiful base on the skin, with such a dreamlike vanilla that I missed so much!
He will stay with me, I will wear him before this great charisma is completely gone and I will always remember this unpleasant cobblestone pavement and the happy smile of my sleeping daughter!

My dear colleague recently came around the corner with a cardboard box.
You like perfume, don't you? I have here some bottles which I bought bit by bit and have partly never used. Take a look inside! Otherwise I'll throw it all away!

I did, too, and took the box home with me. There was all sorts of things.
Among other things also perfumes that were so tilted and in not so beautiful colors in the bottle were that alone by a short sniff at the spray head almost hearing and seeing passed me. Some I have tested courageously, the Magginote held itself stubbornly. Sorted out.

And there was a half-full bottle from the boss with XX. Doesn't mean anything to me.
Boss XX EdP begins really nice summery fruity and makes good mood! I wouldn't have smelled a nice mandarin and lychee, blackcurrant like that. Unfortunately, the top note doesn't last as long as I would like it to, because I find the fruits to be sparkling summery, but not too pushy at all.
When the fragrance settles, a mild rose and such an incredibly beautiful creamy tone comes to the surface, a little dream. Although I am always a bit careful with Jasmin, everything fits together wonderfully, nothing gets intrusive or too much.
I notice this discreetly fruity and flowery scent for a few hours, although the scent settles relatively quickly and does not have too much Sillagé. It doesn't matter. If it's warmer outside you can wear the scent without being over perfumed.
In the soft, purple base a rather sweet amber and a restrained musk predominate, but the fine rose and the creamy base remain restrained in the background. Very fine!

Throw it away? Seriously?!
He stays with me, I really like to wear him. I have removed the layer of dust and recovered a small treasure.
A sensual feminine aura surrounds the fragrance, I think it is no more produced than EdP.
Which is really a pity, because you're always right with it, I'm looking forward to wearing it in autumn.
Then I have a very nice summer memory of a bottle I saved from the garbage can!

Two more rather sweet scents the daughter tore herself under the nail, and I found another Burberry we struggled for. I've won, she's already got the girly ticks :-)

There are days, and days.
His started well, mine too. Days before I have rummaged in my box what there is still to discover. There was a small sample, with a rest almost dried up. All my begging, my test-on-the-head, my now-position-you-not-so-to didn't help anything. The rest just didn't want it the way I wanted it to.
So you take a toothpick and drive along the walls of the sample until there is enough of the wood (patience is a virtue, I was not blessed with it and stood honking in the traffic jam!) so that you can quickly brush it on the skin, dab, knead and then:
aha, yes flowery halt.

After about 10 minutes I stood in the kitchen, smiling, because a powdery flower room had developed on my skin! So incredibly light and fine, so flattering and nothing stabbing, so feminine and beautiful! Back to the PC and in the Souk (most ingenious invention of all inventions!) half a bottle got hold of and then it was time to wait... you know already... me. Honking in traffic jam.
He arrived at me so quickly, and I was and am blessed with this fragrance.
My evergreen, my flower dream with such a wonderful base and the scented skin is quite nice this time and leaves me standing in powder flower clouds for hours, oh beautiful!
Starts a bit fruity, then conjures the most beautiful clouds on the neck with such wonderful selected flowers, of course Iris is there and she makes the scent so wonderful for me.
The day got off to a good start, and in the evening he came with a face that would have made Sauron flee (villain of Lord of the Rings).

A colleague on vacation, her big job went to pieces, the office door opened and he got it off.
Anything. From the end boss. He had no chance of justification. Close the door. Head of department and he tried to save what was going on, taking her to the end boss to clear up the situation.
Endboss came after 2 hours with an apology, but mood was deep deep down.
What do you do in a case like this? Early closing time, overtime reduction before you let words fall out of your mouth that you feel sorry for afterwards.
I was so happy because I was wearing a powder flower dream and wanted to show it to him.
Thumping into the front door, a triad of unpleasant loud wishes and formulations that only I have heard.
Turn on the coffee machine, bring a cup of coffee into the living room and just be there and listen. That's all he needed. Hand in his hand, cheek on his.
Calm and pause.
And I in a little fine cloud of powder flowers. A sigh, and I knew it was over.
His arms around me and him: You?
i: hmm?
He: I love you and you smell infinitely good today!
And I'm the coolest sock on earth because I look at him and how Han Solo answers:
i know!

Bvlgari pour Femme - I love you. And with every spray the bottle answers:
I know, I know!

When I saw the sharing, of course I had to be there.
Thanks to my dear Chanelle who always provides us so great with innovations.
If you plan a trip, then you don't just make lists with the most important things like clothes, umbrellas, good shoes etc., no you also think about which bottling, which samples are allowed on holiday because the good flacons stay there of course.
Black Perfecto by La petite Robe noire EdT Florale I caught again on the wrong foot. Was it the excitement, the anticipation, the thinking about what still fits into the Trolli - I found it beautiful, but a bit monotonous as I continued to write below in a statement. I'm a dick!

You were with me in Pigalle, on the big mousetrap (incredible what you can see there...), you were with me in the street coffee and also on the boat trip on the Seine, when in the evening I leaned against my beloved, who was wobbling in my hair and holding me in his arms and whispering: you smell like Paris..
you were on the Arc de Triomphe, you're Paris to me. Forever.
You're so fine rosy and smell like cherries, you're not pushy or too heavy, the durability is unbelievable. A sweet gourmandiger wonderful smell, not paper sweet, but fruity fresh with a fragrant mild cherry.
Although it develops really strongly on the skin in the beginning, it still undergoes a wonderful transformation and captivates with its later lightness and the joy of pure life!

I have nothing against Flanker, everyone should hold as he likes it and often one discovers there completely new loves!
I already liked the EdP, but the EdT is for me the more beautiful scent.
The whole day this fragrance was around me and the base is wonderfully balanced! It is not as present as I would like it to be with the fine teen note and the musk, but still it will become mine.
Because it's Paris, for me.
With the alleys in Montmatre, the charming little shops near Notre Dame and this quaint little place where we spent the evening.

The little black one snuck into my heart - just like Paris.
That's where it'll stay, in a corner of my heart. Mine forever!