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Imagine it's summer, not yet that scorching heat that takes your breath away. Imagine walking through your garden early in the morning and taking in the air not yet polluted by exhaust fumes. It smells deliciously of white freesias, even the blue iris flowers give off a fine fragrance. Further back in your garden, black currants promise a delicious treat. Years ago you brought a Mediterranean cypress from a holiday in France, which has now become large and impressive. This strongly spicy tree scent permeates the air. Enjoying this impression, you lie down in your hammock, which you have laid out with freshly washed white cushions, and absorb the quintessence of your surroundings.
No. 17 "Laundrette" from Mrs. Toni's perfume smells exactly the same. An enchantingly clear, transparent fragrance reminiscent of flower aromas and white freshly washed laundry. The fragrance is delicate and filigree and yet concise. Depending on the skin type, it lasts between 5-6 hours and then becomes skin-tight. "Laundrette" is my summer dream in white!

To take it straight away, I have never been to our capital and never will be. But I do know films that show Berlin during the imperial era. The time when automobiles had not yet conquered the cityscape. That time when you could still stroll leisurely along Berlin's boulevard "Unter den Linden". Originally laid out as a riding path from the Prussian kings' city palace to the zoo, this magnificent boulevard leading to the Brandenburg Gate adorns lime trees on both sides. Summer lime trees! They bloom in June. Back then, gentlemen wore tail coats or suits and on their heads bowlers or top hats and ladies of fine society tied up strictly in corsets, beautiful long dresses decorated with Paris lace. Equipped like this, on Sundays at the beginning of summer they went for a stroll under the flowering lime trees. The summer lime trees radiated the exhilarating odeur of their blossoms, which mixed honey sweetly with the aroma of the leaves and the scent spread over the entire avenue.
Ganau smells like "No. 10 Linde Berlin", Mrs. Toni's perfume. Wonderfully authentic, as if you were standing under a flowering lime tree. The fragrance does not change and remains true to itself. It has a happiness factor for me and is simply enchanting in its simplicity and naturalness. I would like to thank Addicta for letting me get to know and love this wonderful fragrance. It's always worth testing if you like authentic scents.

Dune has been one of my favorites for many years and I want to fragrance it again and again. I treat myself to this grandiose fragrance experience when I'm overcome with wanderlust. I see in my mind's eye a huge dune made of rose´farbenem, fine quartz sand close to the turquoise, crystal clear sea water. Between sea and dune, the beach, empty, without masses of tourists, still undiscovered and hidden. Driftwood, bleached and dried by the relentless sun, lies there looking ghostly, branches like arms stretching out against the sky in search of help. Beautiful and bizarre!
Dune brings forth these associations. The fragrance, at first a powerful alcoholic prelude. After a short time followed by juicy, freshly peeled mandarins. However, they only stay for a little while and then turn into soft blossom scents, especially ylang-ylang and jasmine. Rose and lily are barely perceptible. The base note is characterized by sandalwood, here strongly represented and mystical patchouli, followed by a rather soft vanilla note, which surrounds the fragrance with its subtlety. The other ingredients listed in the fragrance pyramid are somewhat reserved for me in order to give more space to the more weighty components. Applied in the morning, Dune remains perceptible until the evening hours. This fragrance is just wonderful and noble for me.
Even if time has fundamentally changed my scent taste, Dune with its unmistakable Odeur remains one of my olfactory favourites, which I must always have with me.

Danse des Fleurs is called Flower Dance. These French words came to my mind when I first sniffed at "Night Scented Stock". Although completely inappropriate, French expressions for an orebritish perfume, nevertheless this course of fragrance can be described for my condition only with these words.
The clove is a lonely dancer, but you don't overlook her. She wears a beautiful red fanned ball gown. For a while, she wavers to an inaudible song. Their appearance is expressive, concise. However, after some time another dancer enters the dance floor. Her dress is deep purple is bell-like nature, it is called heliotrope. It has a striking vanilla scent and harmonises perfectly with the clove. This beautiful ensemble is soon complemented by other dancers called Ylang-Ylang, Jasmine and Lily. Levkoje, wearing a dress of pink fabric with delicate purple lace, was not invited, but is nevertheless received joyfully. The shy violet dares now also to come to it. So they turn to the round dance for a while. The music they move to is now audible from afar and attracts some exotic dancers. They come from far away and yet could not escape the round dance. They are welcomed joyfully and introduce themselves as benzoin, the mysterious, sandalwood, the spicy, vetiver, the citric, patchouli, the oriental, tonka bean, the seductive and musk, the erotic far-traveled. Your round dance couldn't be more harmonious. They turn until late in the evening and still lose nothing of their expression. Beautiful and caressing the senses!
So I got to know "Night Scented Stock" and was killed by the first sniff of this fragrance!

Once upon a time there was a little curious girl who liked to search the handbags of the female family members. She found what she was looking for at her grandmother's. A little bottle with an inscription she couldn't read back then. The opening of the bottle was easy and he got a wonderful lovely flower scent from which she couldn't get enough.
Today I know that it was Mouson "Ancient Lavender" that I discovered in Grandma's pocket. The love for the lavender scent has remained and when I found the "Lavande Velours" at the Aqua Allegorias years ago, it was as if I was taken back to my childhood. A cloud of the finest lavender scent, clear, lush, sweet! In our garden I have some lavender perennials, there are pink (yes, there is!), blue and white lavender. The bumblebees love it, if you cut it off, this wonderful aroma unfolds from the stems and flowers. With "Lavande Velours", this lush lavender aroma is first of all herbaceous and somewhat more bitter, but after a very short time it unfolds into pure sweetness, soft and for me also elegant on the skin. The iris is still hiding a bit, but then it comes out a bit shamefaced. In the base note, the vanilla caresses the lavender and both enter into a fragrance alliance. The scent of "Lavande Velours" stays with me, sprayed on in the morning, until the evening hours, attenuated but definitely perceptible.
I'd like to confess: "Old sweetheart, doesn't rust!"