Goasbaeuerin

You are not just a perfume for me, not just a scent I put on to impress others.... You are a feeling for me! The feeling of having arrived, of finally being home. No other perfume has ever touched and fascinated me like you. You surround me like a protective cloak, with which nothing and no one can harm me.

I can not and do not want to split you into your individual parts, I just want to enjoy you as a whole and let me fall.

From the first moment you impress me. My beloved smell of saffron welcomes me and lets me already guess how beautiful you are. It accompanies me in a gentle way as you reveal your beauty to me. You embrace me with your fine spiciness and sweetness, which is softly bedded on a floral background. Your strengthening woodiness further deepens the feeling of how much you truly remind me of home. I can clearly see myself lying on dark red velvet, the massive dark wooden beams on our ceiling above me.

You were with me throughout the day, always reminding me of your presence with your warm embrace, but never being intrusive. However, you were not only comforting, you were interesting. Very slowly you leave me, growing quieter and quieter.

I hope you will soon be mine, for though you come from the Orient, you fit me, my home....