Ninchen

How often have I sneaked around you, you gorgeously plain blue bottle with the beautiful star. Many times over several years I have seen you, forgotten you, rediscovered you, been enchanted, tested you, was fascinated, but not completely convinced. But I never quite forgot you either. I wanted your content to please me just as much as your appearance.

During my autumn vacation in a small perfumery in Spain I searched the shelves for a fragrance to test. Not an exciting selection, but suddenly I see you. Sprayed, enchanted, again. An hour later you couldn't smell anything. Probably not sprayed enough, I thought. It was warm and I didn't want to follow a fragrance cloud, so I was very economical.

Recently, I felt like adding variety to my collection. You came to mind again. Should I buy you even though I wasn't completely convinced all these years? Reason won, I would bring you to me as a sample within the framework of an exchange package. Then I can feel you in all peace again on the beautiful tooth, uninfluenced by your beautiful facade.

Happily I welcomed you and sprayed you very generously this afternoon. It's cold, you can go for a little more diesel, I thought. On my skin you smell at the beginning mainly of a mixture of almonds and currants (which I already like so much about "Eve"). A wonderful combination, an incredibly delicious sweetness, but not a sticky one, but one with a fresh, light, carefree background - exactly this mixture has impressed me again and again, it is simply magical.

An hour later, in the open air, I sniff my wrist in raptures - I need a feeling of happiness on the cold, windy path to the tram. I don't smell you. Where are you? Where are you? Two hours later, I don't smell you. Three hours later: I don't smell you.

For whatever reason, you don't like my skin or vice versa. We just don't mix, you pretty blue bottle and me. Even though I'm very sorry. With this (non)durability on my skin you have gambled away. Now. Now. Really, I do. For good.