Vrabec

I close my eyes and dive into a sea of warm vanilla foam. As soon as I inhale, I have a precise idea of a creamy, fluffy consistency. Back there, a mild chestnut swims and gently nestles against my face. Only now do I perceive something biting. That must be what is more often described in comments on "This is her" as burning tires, but I love it. Like a claw that appears between the cream vanilla waves, it appears, grabs me and pulls me down.

When you smell him like that, you imagine an autumnal winter scent. I was allowed to smell it extensively on a woman in Berlin, in the late spring sun.
This is Her has shone to a light breeze.
What exactly makes the fragrance appear light and fresh, I unfortunately can't guess.

Anyway, I wish more women would wear it