Vielifee

I have a very full wardrobe and actually for every occasion something suitable to dress. And yet every day I stand in front of it again and have the feeling that today simply nothing suits my mood. It's to milk mice.
But wait! I still have one trump card: there is this beautifully simple, cream-coloured silk blouse that I bought years ago on a day trip to Salzburg. This blouse, in all its simplicity, is for me the salvation in distress that is always appropriate, no matter what the occasion. And she makes me feel good, maybe even beautiful. She suits me, she suits me.
The Prada iris is the olfactory equivalent of this blouse. Not exciting, but so unbelievably round and incontrovertible that it is always wearable and gives me a feeling of well-being. I feel good with this fragrance, I may even feel attractive.
All this happens in such an unagitated, relaxed and subtle way that it is probably only me who perceives it. But as long as I abstract this feeling of inner satisfaction to the outside, it fits.
Powdery-creamy, slightly floral and a very tiny bit of "spice" - simply wonderfully reserved and pleasant. Not "Wow" (breathtaking), but a positive "Hmmmmmmhmm" (comforting sighing).
I wasn't a fan of iris until a few months ago. This scent here has reconciled me to her and opened this door for me. Thanks to Infusion d'Iris for that. A permanent place in my collection has definitely earned this feel-good fragrance.

I can confidently call Provence my second home. I have always spent my summers at a Verdon reservoir, on the yellow rocks by the water surrounded by wild thyme, savory, lavender, pines, oaks and many other odorous plants and in the unique light of the Provençal sun.
The air is spicy and warm, with an almost earthy base.
Wonderful - and the scent of my dreams.
Last summer, when I went shopping in Manosque and stopped by the factory outlet of L'Occitane, they advertised "Terre de Lumière". The name, the description - I really thought my prayers had been answered. And L'Occitane simply has a home bonus with me.
Then I sniffed - and rarely was I so disappointed. The scent that struck me had nothing in common with my ideas.
Crying honey, accompanied by tonka bean. I don't smell much more than that, because this sweetheart knocks down everything that might still be smelling.
So far from the fine nuances of the Provencal landscape under these unique golden sunbeams.
I bought "Terre de Lumière" anyway, because I didn't want to admit this disappointment. I've lowered my expectations, so now I'm saying: Nice scent. But nice is also the little sister of...

Already at the first sniff Eau des Sens was a revelation for me and I was gone and gone. I couldn't get my nose off my wrist for the rest of the day.
Balm for nose and soul in my case - and the beginning of a great love.
A fragrance that is fresh and spicy; light, but with a seriousness that suits almost all occasions that life offers. A round fragrance, but not boring.
Always portable, always appropriate. Not too intrusive, but a few hours clearly perceptible for people around me - and always good for their compliments.
An all-rounder, a long runner, a jack-of-all-trades in my collection, who makes me rejoice inwardly and whom I would never want to miss again.

Angéliques Sous La Pluie brings back memories. I associate it with a damp morning after a thunderstorm night in the mountains, with fog on the meadows. Everything is bathed in a grey light, but the first rays of light in the sky find their way through the clouds that waft around the summits.
I feel lost, and yet at the same time in the here and now.
Sometimes I have the feeling this fragrance does not RIGHT, it just IS.
Hardly tangible floral notes, with a tiny dash of spice and a slight freshness. Like nature in the rain.
A breath of nothing that still holds me captive and has an insane effect on me. I don't get any compliments, but I feel so incredibly well as with hardly any other fragrance.
Never would I have thought that so little can be so much.
The durability is extendable (to say it nicely), but the smell echoes with me for a long time, even if it is actually hardly perceptible anymore.
Angéliques Sous La Pluie is silent - and I enjoy. And that's what I'm talking about, totally positive.