Bibliotheque de Parfum P.S.

Description

Top Notes: Bergamot, Lichi, Peach.
Middle Notes: Orange blossom, jasmine, peony.
Base: Wood notes, moss, musk.

Fragrance Family: Floral

Gender: Female.

Her territory is everywhere. Wherever she is, she feels comfortable. Desperate traveler. You will always find a credit card, passport and P.S. perfume by Bibliotheque de Parfum in her purse. Loves to know the world.

She writes her rules of life. She works hard, dreams and never seems to get tired. Secret? Perfume P.S. inspires her and charges with a positive. She always wants more and gets it. Restless. She likes to change routes, ideas but always faithful principles and Perfume P.S.
Peach. Bergamot. Lychee. They are all at the start of the fragrance. They play with you. Deceive. Tease. You take a breath, and one more. This is so delicious. P.S. by Bibliotheque de Parfum is revealed with notes of jasmine, peony and orange blossom.
Gently, softly. Full immersion. Woody notes, moss and musk in the finale. This trio is responsible for the endless durability of the perfume. You can’t stop wondering how this light fragrance can be pulled by such a long train.
P.S. by Bibliotheque de Parfum must have 100% You can’t even imagine how this fragrance inspires. It should always be in your purse. Moreover, there is a convenient travel version of the perfume.

DEDICATED TO HELEN: Who grew a garden in a year.
 
None of the neighbors understood how she did it. She moved into the house when it had only a faded lawn and an old peach tree. In one week, she nurtured various sprouts no more than a meter high, sowed various seeds, poured water, and then simply invited her friends over, they laughed, lit a fire, and sang songs. On weekdays, she wrote a book. In the mornings, she would walk in her silk robe among the young trees she had planted. It seems that she did not do much work in the garden anymore. 
 
In the summer, it became apparent that the trees had grown impossibly fast. Her oranges blossomed, giving off a honey-citrus aroma throughout the street. The lychee, which even gave shade, smelled like grapes or strawberries. The peach came to life and the fruits were ripening on it. Jasmine, peonies. Butterflies were flying over the garden, and the sun seemed to never stop shining even when it was raining everywhere.
 
On the plaque next to the name of the house, she added: “P.S. The garden blooms when it is time.”