Actually I wanted to get rid of here only times a small history of the Balearic Islands.
After I successfully refused to visit these islands all my life for reasons of foreign embarrassment, I finally let myself be persuaded a few years ago by vehemently insisting Spanish friends to spend a few days in their cottage in a small and quiet village in Mallorca.
What can I say: deepest, cold and dark winter in Germany, but spring on Malle - a dream. I spare you further details in these somewhat travel-restricted times, although already the great Joseph Hader knew: "The imagination grows with the limitation of possibilities" (or something like that).
The abandoned tourist strongholds only once quickly driving through to know how it looks there, we spent most of the time in nature. Behind our little village it went right into the mountains, and our extended walks led us past an old Palacio, near which were fields with tons of orange trees. There was of course picked from the tree, eaten and packed what could only so, because these gardens were quite obviously no longer managed for years.
Sitting by the fireplace of the old, cozy farmhouse in the early evening, there was then storytelling, laughter, dinner planning, and eating from the freshly picked oranges.
The problem with my Spanish is that I guess I speak it too well to get any great consideration, but too poorly to catch any detail thrown sideways out of the corner of my mouth.
The definitive piece of information I missed this round was, "Eat all the oranges you want, but not THAT ONE there, that's an inedible bitter orange."
[SLOWMOTION]
....in which I peel in slow motion this very bitter orange, look at it drooling with pleasure, and then bite into it with the greatest delight....
[END SLOWMOTION]
What followed was an incredibly powerful physical experience, probably comparable in intensity to few legal things. No, no, it was not intoxication, but: this simply inconceivable bitterness that gripped my body was so gross that EVERY single hair of my body stood upright.
My hair, which was only moderately luxuriant, stood up steeply in the air. The bitterness gripped me with massive force, every millimeter of skin - and it was so unbelievable that I had the most legendary, tearful laughing fit of my life. Speaking due to the laughing fit was absolutely impossible for five interminable minutes.
Of course, due to my impaired articulation, I couldn't explain to anyone what had happened, and then when I could halfway breathe again, I pointed to the orange remnants laughing, sniffling, and snorting. And then it started all over again, because everyone suddenly understood what had happened and lay bawling on the floor. Sure, every Iberian knows of course that you can NOT eat these things.
Well, anyway, the evening was henceforth for me in orange light dipped and my Mallorcaaufenthalt had found another, if not THE highlight.
¿But how smells then now CHINOTTO DI LIGURIA?
Bitter orange with a tart and juicy fruitiness everywhere, but no orange juice note (as for example with Orange Sanguine by AC), which often leaves me cold. Immediately, the dark floral and aromatic fullness of jasmine flowers also comes into play, which reminds me a bit of the warmth of AZZARO pH.
That one probably smelled completely different than I remember it, but I always associated with it a poignant and warm physicality that is also cited by CHINOTTO DI LIGURIA.
Soft musk rounds the fragrance down, but at no time takes away the pinch of masculinity with its clear, but not overpowering patchouli note. This is also the part of the fragrance, which makes him for me no longer seem so right lady-compatible, but that decides yes each nose quite subjectively for themselves alone.
The patchouli, by the way, I only really notice when I wear the fragrance exceptionally on the skin. Otherwise, I prefer to wear on textile; on the one hand, to protect the body & the skin, on the other hand, the fragrance then retains by far longer the freshness and acidity of the wonderful top notes.
AdP has some beautiful fragrances at the start, besides BERGAMOTO DI CALABRIA (the Mrs. Stulle has torn under the nails) CHINOTTO DI LIGURIA is in any case so far my favorite
Top Notes 
Chinotto
Mandarin orange
Heart Notes 
Jasmine
Cardamom
Geranium
Rosemary
Base Notes 
Musk
Patchouli
Stacia
WoodMoose
Topfpflanze3
JGL
Tombbb
Emorandeira
