Helena666

I was 14 or 15 years old, had only Deos in my closet, when my grandmother gave me this turquoise lip gift. She herself got it, she said it was too modern for her.
A single perfume in the closet. Good, good, good. The first time I smelled it, I felt so good. So mature. And as different as all the girls from school, who smelled different, so puffy, stuffy, cashmere, vanilla, disgusting. And all in uniform from appearance to smell. So that's it, my smell. Fresh, extraordinary and hard to describe.
A work of art, simultaneously fresh and yet not .
Bought it again two years ago, reminded me it was there. And nothing's changed.

...yet love.
The beginning was questionable. In the perfumery I just wanted to sniff, and was looking for another fragrance. Then I saw this ugly bottle and his sugar-sweet baby. Miniflacon, 10 ml. A completely different look. That made me curious. Sprayed on the paper strip. Well..... not so dolle. Somehow the hand fogged in. And lo and behold. It smells heavenly on My skin. On paper. No. No, not Gehtgar. So first of all, I just took the BABY. Tried it. And satisfied. After several days, I smelled the scarf it was on. Still beautiful. So clean, tasty, creamy. So at home. And yet interesting. Not noir at all. More like heaven.

It's certainly not everyone's cup of tea, a little like children's cough drops, a little licorice but sweet and warm. Yum. Like Morticia Addams on vacation. After some time the berry-sweet disappears and it remains the cuddly and dark one. Love it. The flacon, well....