GraceS

I had ordered a backup bottle of Besos, mine was nearing the end.
The nice online perfumery included 2 Byredo samples, Slow Dance and Inflorescence.
Just now I was packing a perfume package, I don't remember if it was for ebay or parfumo.
Anyway, the samples came as an addition as called.
Something inside me murmured to me, "At least test them" Alright.
Slow Dance on one wrist, Inflorescence on the other.
Slow Dance I notice more strongly from the start. I sniff around on my wrist.
Kind of interesting already. My inner voice says, "Okay, interesting. But you would never wear it, would you?" Me: "NEVER!!!"
Inflorescence smells quite nice. By the way, I had already included both samples in the fragrance package.
All of you know what's coming next. Again and again Slow Dance blows into my nose, the nose wanders again to the wrist. To my inner voice, I sheepishly concede that I might wear this after all ...
O.k., the recipient of the package doesn't know what I had in mind. Inflorescence gets to stay, but Slow Dance stays with me, sorry. I have to test it again all day (another sample goes into the package instead).
Oh, this one is kind of nice, though! I haven't read any scent description or notes yet and I smell raspberry, rose, vanilla, something like incense and leather, it's sweet but not too sweet and just melt-in-your-mouth.
I tested it all day long. Then it was clear that I had to have it. Cheap offer found, struck - et voilà.
This fragrance makes me feel at home in a strange way.
I have (too) many perfumes and use them yet quite varied. But at some point grabs me again the longing for Slow Dance.
It's very me - better I can not say it.

At the end of this work week, I was sitting on the tram today with a colleague and we were talking about this and that, when suddenly a young lady who was sitting behind me approached me:
"Excuse me, may I bother you a moment?" - We thought she might want to say something about our conversation, but she continued, "You smell so good, may I ask what that perfume is?"
i thanked her for the compliment and told her it was Dior Addict. She said, "I thought about really approaching you at first, but it's rare that I like a perfume sooo much ..."
In the end, we all enjoyed the experience ; )

Dior Addict is for me a fragrance in which I mean to smell more than the fragrance pyramid gives, I perceive, for example, also sandalwood, cinnamon and something like a trace incense.

This morning I still considered whether I should really wear it in expected 15 °, but somehow I felt like it.
Now I think I probably had to wear it so that the nice young lady in the tram could make his acquaintance.

Aunt Rita was my favorite aunt. Actually, she wasn't even my aunt, she was my mother's aunt. But I also said aunt to her, it was easier. She was the youngest of 6 sisters in total.

Aunt Rita loved me and I loved her. She was always open-minded and occupied with me. We played, she taught me songs and funny sayings and ran around the apartment with me. From the age of about 3 or 4 years I also stayed overnight with her from time to time. I was never homesick, but a downer was a large crucifix above her bed, from which my "dear Lord Jesus" suffered too realistically for my childish taste. I couldn't take it at the time. Aunt Rita didn't torch long, hung the cross and hid it under the bed for the time of my visit - problem solved. In the dark I would not have been able to see it anyway, but she took my feelings seriously and wanted me to feel comfortable with her.

Yeah, and Aunt Rita's perfume was Miss Dior. Of course, I didn't know that at the time, I only perceived the scent. For me, Miss Dior is a predominantly green perfume with a great radiance and a slight chypre touch. I say easily because this one is soft and warm for me and in no way strict. Patchouli, for example, I hardly notice. But I think I smell a little musk, which the pyramid doesn't give off. The fragrance is unmistakable, in retrospect I think I once saw a vintage bottle with a black and white dog-tooth pattern on her.

So for me there is no doubt - Aunt Rita wore Miss Dior and it fitted her personality wonderfully.
Today I wear it and think of them and times long past.