Janazafir

February 2020: I am standing at King's Cross station in London. A young woman with beautiful, long, dark hair walks past me. The wind blows her scent into my nose and I am stunned. An opulent, strong fragrance envelops my nose. I can't interpret the notes of the fragrance, but I'm immediately blown away. She looks like Princess Jasmine and disappears almost as fast as Aladdin on his flying carpet. I'm disappointed because I know that I can't ask her the name of this miracle of a fragrance now, but I can still perceive the notes in my nose.
A week later, still in London, I'm in a restaurant and see again an elegant lady, probably from the Middle East, wearing exactly the same fragrance. Again I fall for the charm of the scent within seconds. So I take my courage and ask her which perfume she is wearing, whereupon she answers that it is an oriental saffron scent. Unfortunately there are a lot of saffron scents and after months of searching I never thought I would find this treasure again.
A few days ago I decide to search again and find this scent. My hope that this is the Phantom from London is almost non-existent. By the quick sending of a nice member, I receive the bottling of the scent already two days later. I open the envelope and float in seventh heaven. My nose is numb again and I can hardly believe that I have found it. It is him. When I smell my wrist, I feel like Princess Jasmine herself. My own version of the fairy tale of the Arabian Nights.