Schwälbchen

Summer, sun milk, children laughing at the lake... A beautiful but also exhausting day is coming to an end. Patient mother's hands caress the tired children's souls to sleep. The headaches have been with me all day now and are draining my strength. Finally it dawns and Aurora bathes the world in gentle light.
Now I own the time. And magic Noire.

You start bitter, but not loud, but almost tender. You have a bitterness in you that makes me think of missed opportunities. A little later the honey spreads silently on my skin - it reconciles with fate. Now this smell hardly changes with me anymore. Its calm radiance seems to descend into lower frequencies over time. It is difficult for me to filter out the individual components of my magic Noire. But I don't really want that either. I close my eyes, take a deep breath - the scent fills me. I let go.

Magic Noire - dark green velvet on my skin.
Magic Noire - a fragrance as beautiful and mysterious as the woman wearing it.
Magic Noire - Self-conception and serenity.
Magic Noire - you are my secret place.
Mon amour.