Josefina

The Winter Queen's pompous palace with an artificially induced scent of spring flowers to keep visitors from feeling too frustrated.
But Gerda was among them - she shed a cold tear that fell on the congealed light green stems. A faint rotting scent rose from them as they melted, finally waking Káj. The delicate leather of Gerda's cloak mingled with the green odeur...
Surprisingly, the hyacinths in the vase did not freeze, only their scent grew heavier with the taste of old times ... she had been looking for her brother for so long.... Spring has finally returned, Mr Andersen:)
The fragrance for a confident woman who appreciates quality, variability and endurance. Way too expensive, but beautiful.

Citrus fruits only stay on me for a short time after spraying, but they keep the scent fresh for about half an hour. The next stage is wood, which reminds me a lot of Freudian Wood. Before its calming phase I find myself in an old cupboard full of dust and sawdust from holes bitten by worms. Eventually the dust turns to sand smell, I move to the Moroccan desert and breathe the desert air of Andy Tauer.
And one more thing: It worked out very well on my husband's skin.

Summer 2018, Ithaca Island, the capital Vathi. White house with blue shutters on the 2nd city terrace above the sea. In the morning several roosters crow, the relentless Greek sun rises from the sea. Some locals drive to work with small noisy motorcycles and the city wakes up. A white smell creeps into the open balcony door. Jasmine ...
I also like the intrusion of the wrong jasmine - the so-called European whistle-stop in Central Europe.
But I perceive this smell a little differently. Creamier. I feel it coming from the heat of the sun and the turquoise sea. Would you like sunscreen on the bronze bodies of tourists? Or a spicy carnation from a lunch you've just prepared?
The fragrances are created from memories and are perhaps more colourful than they were then
And so I hope that those who perceive the scent of real jasmine differently will forgive me. Even those who can just smell it :) This is "my" jasmine and its fragrance in a bottle from Perris Monte Carlo is called Jasmine de Pays.

I am 10 years old and lie with my friend in the high grass of our big garden. We watch the clouds in the sky and argue about which animals they remind us of with their shapes. Hurry, hurry... The sound of a scythe from my friend's father approaches. It smells of freshly cut grass with nettles everywhere. My father's hips are bad, he can't mow anymore. Anyway, at least - as an only child - I have my boyfriend all afternoon just for me.
Some time ago we filled our bellies with black currants and our faces resembled red Indians. But you have to enjoy this exciting moment with the approaching scythe. Cinnamon smells from the kitchen window - would mummy bake a cake? Yum!
"Bloody crooks! I almost cut you with my scythe," my friend's father scolds and chases us out of the green bed with a bunch of nettles.
We flee from a burning enemy, arms and legs full of itchy pimples, but laugh like crazy and sniff the skin, which smells of astringent green nettles. Or incense? Bittersweet feast!

When I read the appropriate commentary by Stanze, I had to write my first impressions from the EDP of Lubin here.
UPPER TEN FOR HER reminds me of card games: Heart, head and heart again. In translation: raspberries with bergamot - elemi, pepper - roses, bathing in raspberry liqueur - and Sichuan again. Then incense and fine woods creep in, accompanied by a sweet fragrance. Raspberry Concert. Won't there be any wasps coming towards me?
No! To extract the incense with pepper and I want to lie in the middle of the church drunk with raspberries :)