01/19/2020

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Meggi
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More like pamina
Cierge de Lune. A cactus that blooms at night, therefore also called "Queen of the Night". But the name not only alludes to the plant - whose scent I don't know anyway - but also explicitly to the Mozart figure
It seems to me that this is a preliminary to the discussion, but a reference to the notorious Hell Aria with its top notes is completely out of place. I don't feel any "crystalline high notes" in the fragrance, as the manufacturer says - the biting of the transport alcohol is hardly meant. In case you don't know the piece: there are a lot of recordings available online. The spectrum ranges from the spectacularly gruesome performance by Florence Foster-Jenkins (youtube.com/watch?v=ZD-_2QEXCRk - the record has been circulating in "extended circles of experts" for decades, not just since the film) to world-class recordings, of which the one by the untimely deceased Lucia Popp deserves special mention (youtube.com/watch?v=Zt56hgQe1co).
No, no, even the comparatively subdued aria "O tremble not, my dear son!" (youtube.com/watch?v=aJA1dFqr1QI) is daring in this respect. If at all Magic Flute, I could think of the more lyrical Pamina from their staff. It's just a little bit more relaxed, it fits better...
...to the fragrance: Delicate, tamely vanilla on a thin leather base. Including a... dusty, stony look? Flintstone, freshly gassed? Just a spark of an idea. If these were said "high notes," they were from Mrs Foster-Jenkins' throat. But definitely there is a bit of bitterness as a compensator. This has, in order to spin out the thread of "wild" leather, what of the soft muff of a game dish, venison goulash with cranberries perhaps, a touch of fruity and sour is also involved.
And honey, on further tests I find him to be a class leading man of the first hour. In combination with a sweet smokiness, which I know from the style of 03.Apr.1968 from Rundholz. Including a certain "sting" that gives the aforementioned touch of fruit a slight aura of morbidity. It is quite conceivable that a plant of more southern climes attracts such nocturnal flutterers.
Interim conclusion: Overall, I had expected significantly more vanilla.
The second phase of the fragrance shows a completely different face. In the course of the morning it develops airy and distant. Only a hint of the former sweetness remains, which from a distance reminds of baking aroma. Tart, but by no means dark vanilla gradually takes over and drifts in a dusty, dull direction. Its immanent is at the same time something waxy, even with a slight hint of plastic.
In the afternoon an intermezzo forms on the skin in the form of a floral undertone, almost like fruit candy rose. But soon we return to our dusty-unsweet vanilla, in which, apart from a trace of smoke, leathery aspects can still be discovered. I am thinking more and more of light wood. The scent lasts until the evening, there are occasional honey reminiscences flickering
Conclusion: literally at any given moment, I feel like I've smelled all this at Cierge de Lune, and not just once. Nevertheless, the fragrance is simply successful and in the endurance of its high-quality appearance certainly a test tip.
I thank MisterE for the rehearsal. I gave the rest of it to my son (12), who loves vanilla scents and was really happy. One morning he came out of the bathroom even more impishly than usual - he had sprayed himself with it. I don't want him to go to school... Now that I think about it, why? He's got good taste, this kid
It seems to me that this is a preliminary to the discussion, but a reference to the notorious Hell Aria with its top notes is completely out of place. I don't feel any "crystalline high notes" in the fragrance, as the manufacturer says - the biting of the transport alcohol is hardly meant. In case you don't know the piece: there are a lot of recordings available online. The spectrum ranges from the spectacularly gruesome performance by Florence Foster-Jenkins (youtube.com/watch?v=ZD-_2QEXCRk - the record has been circulating in "extended circles of experts" for decades, not just since the film) to world-class recordings, of which the one by the untimely deceased Lucia Popp deserves special mention (youtube.com/watch?v=Zt56hgQe1co).
No, no, even the comparatively subdued aria "O tremble not, my dear son!" (youtube.com/watch?v=aJA1dFqr1QI) is daring in this respect. If at all Magic Flute, I could think of the more lyrical Pamina from their staff. It's just a little bit more relaxed, it fits better...
...to the fragrance: Delicate, tamely vanilla on a thin leather base. Including a... dusty, stony look? Flintstone, freshly gassed? Just a spark of an idea. If these were said "high notes," they were from Mrs Foster-Jenkins' throat. But definitely there is a bit of bitterness as a compensator. This has, in order to spin out the thread of "wild" leather, what of the soft muff of a game dish, venison goulash with cranberries perhaps, a touch of fruity and sour is also involved.
And honey, on further tests I find him to be a class leading man of the first hour. In combination with a sweet smokiness, which I know from the style of 03.Apr.1968 from Rundholz. Including a certain "sting" that gives the aforementioned touch of fruit a slight aura of morbidity. It is quite conceivable that a plant of more southern climes attracts such nocturnal flutterers.
Interim conclusion: Overall, I had expected significantly more vanilla.
The second phase of the fragrance shows a completely different face. In the course of the morning it develops airy and distant. Only a hint of the former sweetness remains, which from a distance reminds of baking aroma. Tart, but by no means dark vanilla gradually takes over and drifts in a dusty, dull direction. Its immanent is at the same time something waxy, even with a slight hint of plastic.
In the afternoon an intermezzo forms on the skin in the form of a floral undertone, almost like fruit candy rose. But soon we return to our dusty-unsweet vanilla, in which, apart from a trace of smoke, leathery aspects can still be discovered. I am thinking more and more of light wood. The scent lasts until the evening, there are occasional honey reminiscences flickering
Conclusion: literally at any given moment, I feel like I've smelled all this at Cierge de Lune, and not just once. Nevertheless, the fragrance is simply successful and in the endurance of its high-quality appearance certainly a test tip.
I thank MisterE for the rehearsal. I gave the rest of it to my son (12), who loves vanilla scents and was really happy. One morning he came out of the bathroom even more impishly than usual - he had sprayed himself with it. I don't want him to go to school... Now that I think about it, why? He's got good taste, this kid
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