Ripley

I am new to you. I am new with a passion that is rapidly taking me and costing me sleep. New with a passion that allows me to feel a little happier in every place. I'm new to being a gatherer, a hunter, an enjoyer, a sharer - me, of all people, me with my autism.
I can understand emotions, but I have a hard time responding appropriately. Or at least, what one understands by appropriate.
I myself leave many things quite untouched, at least if it exceeds the scope of the closest family and friends.
I use my spare time to do research. If something interests me, then correctly. I want - I must know everything about it.
And so I somehow came to the topic of fragrance a few months ago and finally here.
To come to the actual star of the comment I gallop now following something:

Registered here I quickly asked for the first samples and the fragrances came shortly thereafter and made me somewhat speechless whether their quality compared to my previous olfactory enjoyable "Wässerchen".
After a few envelopes finally came Gris Dior. Sprayed on the wrist and directly closed my eyes while inhaling, because I found him beautiful. Beautiful.
More bottlings came from sharings. Many bottlings.
Gris Dior was really nice.
Some bottles moved in.
Gris Dior was really nice.
I started wearing a different scent every day.
Gris Dior was really nice.
I suddenly put on fragrances to go to bed.
Gris Dior was really nice.
I gave fragrances 10 points here.
Gris Dior was really nice.
I dreamed of fragrances.
Gris Dior was really nice.
I thought about fragrances during the day.
Gris Dior was really beautiful.

That's when I started to notice. No matter what fragrance I'm dealing with or which one I'm thinking about - it always comes back this quiet, beautiful memory of the fragrance that I unpacked a few weeks ago, briefly tested and found "beautiful".
He is not only beautiful. He gives me goosebumps just thinking about him. He makes me happy when I wear him.
He makes me emotional.

Me.

I'm not yet good at describing scents and even if I could name each scent blindly, so perhaps just as the description of my sense of well-being, which I have tried to clarify to you, helps.

Gris Dior is beautiful. Beautifully sensual, beautifully delicate, beautifully sophisticated interwoven florals with a wonderful creaminess.

The awareness that Gris Dior must be the fragrance of my life, I attained a few days ago.

A short journey to the most beautiful destination.

I will like, appreciate, share and rate well other fragrances, but I will always come back to her.

To Gris Dior.