Der Duft am Sonntag

[Magoylyn]

Heute mal ganz profan : Acqua di Gio Ich liebe ihn seit Jahren...

[bluerose]

Jalaine Silk

[caipirinha*]

Bei mir heute der Nilgarten

caipi

[simo]

Und schon wieder BonBons Malizia "Oxygen Bubble", den finde ich grad einfach zu schön .

LG simo

[ricki]

Bei dem schönen Wetter trage ich

Osmanthus von keiko Mecheri............


.................whow, was für ein Duft......

[rush]

Cerruti 1881 Blanc

[Corinne]

An diesem sonnigen Sonntag war es bei mir "Calèche" von Hermès.

Corinne

[Schlaubi]

...CK in 2u for her!

[Blanche]

...hat sich meine Stimmunglage noch für BLACK MARCH entschieden.

Das Wetter ist hier so drückend, als ob es bald ein Gewitter gäbe. Nun schätze ich den Duft von nasser frischer Erde, eines erfrischenden Luftzugs, so wie das Parfum von CB Black March ihn umzusetzen vermag - und ich atme den Duft in der Hoffnung ein, dass es bald gewittern möge...


Black March, a poem by Stevie Smith, 1902-1971

I have a friend
At the end
Of the world.
His name is a breath

Of fresh air.
He is dressed in
Grey chiffon. At least
I think it is chiffon.
It has a
Peculiar look, like smoke.

It wraps him round
It blows out of place
It conceals him
I have not seen his face.

But I have seen his eyes, they are
As pretty and bright
As raindrops on black twigs
In March, and heard him say:

I am a breath
Of fresh air for you, a change
By and by.

Black March I call him
Because of his eyes
Being like March raindrops
On black twigs.

(Such a pretty time when the sky
Behind black twigs can be seen
Stretched out in one
Uninterrupted
Cambridge blue as cold as snow.)

But this friend
Whatever new names I give him
Is an old friend. He says:

Whatever names you give me
I am
A breath of fresh air,
A change for you.

[Milla]

Vanille Fleurie de Tahiti