I spray and think of the summers of my childhood in the village. Yellow and white blossoms full of creamy pollen, green brush reaching up to my arms. Then a hint of fruitiness and everything seems so fresh that I imagine mint with it. After about ten minutes, the fragrance becomes surprisingly subtle and significantly more herbal. It stays like this for a really long time, definitely five to six hours. The sillage is perfect for my taste. I don't fill the room with it; only with every movement of my head does it quietly remind me of its presence. And the woman sitting next to me at the garden party sniffs her way centimeter by centimeter closer to me, finally asking about my perfume. It finally convinced me yesterday at around 24 degrees and a light breeze. Because in the early evening, I finally perceived the woody, almost oily warm base, which my skin, in contrast to the test strip, had not wanted to release until then.