Gris is difficult for me to describe, he is like a phantom of a fragrance, from which the wearer assembles the exactly fitting elements according to her mood. The base is a wonderfully elegant blend of flowers, wood, patchouli and musk, over which a touch of bergamot can still be felt. It comes in the course of the time more spice in addition and a hunch of moss makes "Gris" more adult, without the slightest tendency to the Madamigen. It is a "built" rose fragrance for me, the rose is clearly accompanied by helping white-flowering plants that support the fragrance and make it softer and more elegant. It begins at the moment of spraying with a light fresh spice, and a complex scent of roses is immediately added. And when I filled out my son's admission sheet at the doctor's, parked my hand very close to my nose, while the Filius stabbed me in the ribs with a pointed elbow like only teenagers can have ("Mama, you are sooo embarrassing, please stop smelling your hand all the time.") I was fascinated by the unknown scent from minute to minute more. And what was the third one again? Isn't it typical that in such situations only two out of three occur to you and the right one isn't among them? And if I had just waited for 15 sharings, then I would certainly have thought of 14 and exactly this one scent would not have occurred to me:) The nice thing about it was that I could enjoy the fragrance the first time without having any preconceived fragrance expectations. Meanwhile my brain was rattling at full speed: Sharing number one (Pour un Homme de Caron L'eau) I can exclude, because lavender is certainly not! Sharing number two (Eau de Givenchy) as well, that's citric-izzish and I've tested it before. Don't panic, of course NOT in front of your eyes! But I must confess that I was not only a little distracted, because a magical scent surrounded me immediately. Well, that just meant cycling through the park a little faster! It's a good thing that I can also drive freehand if necessary, because during the trip I simply held my hand in front of my nose at some distance. The atomizer was not inscribed and while I was digging in my brain, which fillings are just on the way to me - there were three :) - had to immediately put a first sprayer on my wrist, while my dutiful son was already wriggling because we were close. I took him out of the mailbox when I was on my way to the orthodontist with my son. Once again as blind sharing (but as always it was definitely the very-very-last one. For me, a fragrance like that is Gris from Dior. They seem in their perfection as if they had fallen out of time and space - and as if they were themselves enough in their being. There are things that have the potential to accompany you as a memory until the end of your life. I will like, appreciate, share and rate well other fragrances, but I will always come back to her. A short journey to the most beautiful destination. The awareness that Gris Dior must be the fragrance of my life, I attained a few days ago. Beautifully sensual, beautifully delicate, beautifully sophisticated interwoven florals with a wonderful creaminess. 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. He gives me goosebumps just thinking about him. 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". I thought about fragrances during the day. I suddenly put on fragrances to go to bed. I started wearing a different scent every day. Sprayed on the wrist and directly closed my eyes while inhaling, because I found him beautiful. After a few envelopes finally came Gris Dior. 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". And so I somehow came to the topic of fragrance a few months ago and finally here. I want - I must know everything about it. If something interests me, then correctly. I myself leave many things quite untouched, at least if it exceeds the scope of the closest family and friends. Or at least, what one understands by appropriate. I can understand emotions, but I have a hard time responding appropriately. I'm new to being a gatherer, a hunter, an enjoyer, a sharer - me, of all people, me with my autism. New with a passion that allows me to feel a little happier in every place. I am new with a passion that is rapidly taking me and costing me sleep.
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