With love about Fiji

Fiji, these far islands did not even dream, though read about these islands from cover to cover, and on the world map led round a pencil it is diamond in the Pacific Ocean, but attracted the name, the perfume aroma is more right. Those far 70th years the treasured bottle of a French perfume, I not an exception was a dream of many girls.
It can be chosen today everything that it is necessary for soul, and then...
On the 16th anniversary parents, knowing my dream, presented here such small box, it was a fortune!
Eyes did not trust, and to happiness there was no limit. The shivering hands opened a fragile bubble and the head began to spin if not strong hands of the father, would fall down precisely in a deep faint with the gushed feelings.

The desired box took the place of honor on a shelf in a case. It seemed to me that it is my small and only my secret, my aroma.
The shivering hands opened a zheltenky box, touched black shnurochek on a bubble, and east aroma of flowers turned and shrouded Kako in mysteriousness.

What there were notes, certainly I did not even think and did not know, it it is possible to learn in its Majesty the Internet all cherished secrets of this or that aroma today.
Then only the touch sacrament to favourite aroma riddle and that on great holidays reminded of tenderness of a violet, violence of a jasmine, severity of a carnation and an easy lemon note.
Loop of aroma which wanted to be remembered, absorbed and kept.
Fidji Parfum Guy Laroche with me all my adult life! Yes, were then and there are other aromas, but Fizhdi...
They will be always. With Fiji I connected many moments, cheerful and sad, it is possible because Fiji is my history, history of the whole life.

Among new stars in a firmament
and idly shining joys
I, without doubt, am old-fashioned
also it is constant, as ill-luck would have it.