MissViolett

A few years ago:

Late afternoon in the big city.

Time to try something new!
Time to throw yourself into life!
Time not to think about tomorrow!
Time to overdo it!

I am standing with my best friend directly in front of the most noble hotel we youngsters have ever seen at close range.
Just now we marvel at the pompous, shiny, glass entrance.
In front of it a big roundabout for the arriving and departing guests. A taxi stands there with its newspaper-reading driver.
Suddenly a dark green Jaguar comes rushing along, brakes boldly right next to us and hooks back briskly, again a little bit forward and again impetuously back again with the aim of getting as close as possible to the curb and the hotel entrance. At the wheel I see an elegant, beige hat with the most protruding brim I have ever seen.

DRAWUMM
suddenly it happens and the taxi driver jumps out of his car after the first few seconds of shock and marvels at the slight but visible damage caused by the Jaguar.
Meanwhile, the lady in the Jaguar, unimpressed, applies her lipstick while looking in the rear-view mirror.
The taxi driver can no longer stand it and slightly nervously opens the driver's door of the Jaguar.
A cloud of scent comes out of the car and catches us at a distance of about 1.5m. I had never smelled a more striking scent. So intense, so sweet, so spicy, so mysterious, so daring!
Whoa! Br />
The lady calmly steps out and smoothes her pencil skirt and her perfectly fitting blouse. A light smile plays around the corners of her mouth. In no way arrogant, just friendly and calm

A short dialogue follows:
Taxi driver: "You hit my cab!"
Queen: (slightly amused): "Soo, did I?"
Both take a look at the damage (they fleetingly, he intensively)
Taxi driver: "Did you see me in your rearview mirror?"
Lady: "Sir, you can see that I have a hat on. Of course, I can't see what's behind me in it!"
The taxi driver's jaw drops speechlessly.

We stand, wrapped in her oppulent scent, amazed
Already she rushes through the big glass door and tells him to leave his data at the reception. She then calls back immediately.
The lady notices us as we pass by and winks conspiratorially to "Now I want to freshen up first!"

Fascinated we follow this spice bomb made of cinnamon, clove, cinnamon, exotic fruits and...oh yes: cinnamon.
We are politely received at the reception.
A short time later we hold our room cards in our hands and take the elevator to the 5th floor. How do you think we know that the lady also went with us?!
In the company of this extravagant fragrance, our little adventure feels even more unreal.

Later in the hotel bar this unmistakable scent rises again into my nose during our welcome cocktail. Did that drink go to my head? Or that smell? Or both?
All heads turned bit by bit, some more, some less conspicuous, both male and female, towards the counter.
There she was. La grande dame. In a red sheath dress, matching lipstick and with a perfect updo. Elegant and self-confident, she swings herself onto the bar stool. All eyes are drawn to her, magnetically attracted, always stealthy.
Is it her appearance?
Is it her appearance?
Is it her perfume?
This lady and this fragrance form a unity.
Powerful, mysterious, self-confident and prone to playful exaggeration.

I didn't have to look far to find that beguiling scent. After a short description the saleswoman smiled knowingly and snappily, I held it reverently in my hands. The flacon scared me at the 1st sight, but then I smiled. Also the flacon fit. The jaguar, the hat, the woman, the fragrance, the flacon. One unit
I keep coming across this perfume, but it's not mine. It's hers. This perfume belongs to her like no other.
And I hope that I will also find the one perfume for me, which allows all senses to merge into each other and becomes a complete unity with me

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New dresses for the empress! br />

Beautiful early summer day.
Single white cotton clouds on an azure blue sky.
Crystal clear water sparkling in the sun.
A refreshingly citric breeze wafts through the majestic garden. It comes from the small bar, right next to the great pool. A dozen glasses are waiting there for refreshment with clinking ice cubes, in between slices of lemon and lime.
The first fruits arrive.
A cheeky kiwi dashes purposefully ahead and bang: butt bomb into the tempting pool. Laughter and amused looks.
Unexpectedly, the otherwise so quiet Mr. Rhubarb follows immediately with a perfect candle into the cool, clear water. His son immediately follows him. Surprise and admiration from all sides.
Even the melon no longer keeps it dry and happily lets it roll into the refreshing water. It dives under with a big splash, but quickly reappears again and is welcomed by the other fruits.
Look out! Here I come!
I jump into the water with joyful anticipation, my arms uplifted and cheering. My little crown flies off my head during my exuberant jump. Into the cool water. Happy and elated, right in the middle of it all.
A wonderful refreshment and the party, called life, goes on, naturally wrapped in my delicious fruits.

Recover from the world

A wooded hill in spring.
On the small clearing next to the field path that leads back to the daily life you have a nice view of the small town.
Beautiful sunset. A lukewarm wind is blowing and you can already guess the coming summer.
Two girls from the senior class have retired here. Take a deep breath and briefly forget the upcoming exam marathon. While they bite into the tasty, fluffy cinnamon buns, which they quickly fetched from the small bakery down in the city shortly before closing time, they chat about future dreams and wanderlust. Anticipatory, anxious and excited.

What a time to be alive!

25 years later.
In the clearing you can admire the wonderful sunset of one of the most beautiful summer evenings of this summer.
Two ladies are sitting there on a picnic blanket. Calm, quiet and enjoying this wonderful moment in the here and now
In front of them a lovingly prepared fruit basket and a basket with cinnamon snails, homemade!
One of them has family with 2 children and lives not far from here in a small house with garden. The other one is travelling a lot, both professionally and privately. Lives in a very modern apartment in the big city, a good 5h from here. Both of them absorb the stories of the other and would like to exchange their opposing lives, even if only for a little while.

What a time to be alive!

Again 25 years later.
The slowly setting autumn sun bathes the world in a golden glow.
The lights of the small town at the foot of the hill should start to shine at any moment.
A bank has been standing in the small clearing for a few years.
Two wonderful ladies with silver-grey hair are sitting on her right now. Full of pleasure they bite into the homemade cinnamon buns and look at each other happily. Loving and familiar.
Thoughts and chats full of memories, wonderful, exciting, loving memories.

What a time to be alive!

like ice in the sunshine
I melting away
on a sunny day

Thanks to you dear ones! br />
Thanks to you I have my dream vacation in this crazy year after all.
Only when I close my eyes
Though only in the home garden.
Though only in my daydreams...
which, however, thanks to the inhalation of my Caribbean magic water here, are so wonderfully easy for me.

It was a blind purchase, 50ml on offer, bang, just slammed shut, and that was because of your great, helpful Commissions and States. The positive as well as the negative ones made me believe in a flash that this would be my scent of that crazy Corona summer.

Impatiently the package torn from the body, inspected the flacon, the rose beheaded, 2 spray puffs, am so excited, sniff carefully, heart palpitations, close your eyes, become more courageous, start inhaling, am happy.
Eyes remain closed. Enchanting pictures of crystal clear turquoise water as far as the eye can see. A white, fine sand beach in front of me. A lush green tropical garden behind me, flower dreams in pink, orange and yellow. A hammock stretched between 2 palm trees. I swing tanned, reading a good book, gently in it back and forth. A delicious, big, well chilled coconut fruit drink is just served to me. I decide to keep my eyes closed for the rest of the summer, as my dream slowly fades away. Where are you? Hang in there
I open my eyes in confusion.
Already an addict...
i have wanderlust after my daydream..
but fortunately my little scented drug is standing there in front of me, which makes it so wonderfully easy for me to enjoy the summer.

Without you I would not have tested this fragrance, because of its name and slightly misleading flacons!
Thank you very much dear ones!

As white as snow
As red as blood
As black as ebony
A fairytale white winter forest. Soft snow adorns the trees and covers the lush, green soil completely untouched.
Heavenly silence. The air is cool and crystal clear. A moment could not be purer. Snowflakes fall silently from the sky and blend in uniquely and perfectly with the landscape
A fragrance takes shape.
Silently, gracefully, with bare feet, an apparition strides along between the trees. She stops in a clearing. A ruby red, silky soft cloak envelops the figure. The large hood covers her delicate face. Her bared slender legs sink into the snow almost up to her knees.
Slowly she pulls the hood back and her long, shiny black hair falls in waves like a waterfall over her hips. Her enchanting face facing the sky, her eyes closed, she enjoys the tender, ice-cold touch of the snowflakes. She slightly opens her perfectly curved blood-red lips and moans comfortably, barely audible. Slowly she licks the slowly melting snow crystals from her lips with her tongue. She spreads her arms and starts to turn in circles to a silent melody. The cape slips off her shoulder and exposes her flawless skin. She smiles sunken with closed eyes.
I wish I could read her mind.
I wish I could feel her feelings
I wish I could get inside her body
I wish I was her!
Suddenly she stops. The smell has become more tangible. A childhood memory, a candy stand that leaves nothing to be desired, from fruity and creamy to herbal candies and liquorice. But also something attractive, forbidden, poisonous