Top Notes 
Lemon
Bergamot
Heart Notes 
Amber
Jasmine
Orange blossom
Base Notes 
Cashmere wood
Vanilla
Musky notes
09/01/2025
Mairuwa
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When a company boasts in its name that it produces not just perfume but a luxury good, even fragrant art, then perhaps this should make you skeptical right away. If a fragrance from this company is advertised as an Italian vacation in a bottle, so to speak, then it can probably be assumed that it is aimed at a clientele whose expectations of a fragrance - just like those of a vacation - are primarily focused on well-being and relaxation. There is nothing wrong with that. However, it is probably not to be expected that such a fragrance will trigger an epiphany or provide unexpected olfactory experiences or even adventures. Accordingly, this uninvited guest, this side dish, this stowaway has been lying in a drawer for a year now and, to be honest, has never tempted me to test it more thoroughly. So why now?
Because there are still a few days of vacation left, during which you sometimes look for more than a feel-good program and relaxation and prefer to take on a few interesting challenges - in this case, the challenge of perhaps finally finding an approach to this fragrance. Because summer is coming to an end, but before it does, it shows its best side once again. Because the days are getting noticeably shorter again and it will soon be fall, and because it's time to collect rays of sunshine for the cold, dark winter days, dear mouse faces! "Calar del Sole" - sunset, the name fits. And who knows, maybe that's exactly what it's good for. It's worth a try; I want to give it a chance.
So I climb onto a large stone in the garden, enjoy the sun, close my eyes and try to mentally transport myself to the Amalfi Coast in anticipation. No doubt, there is a lot to discover: Myrtle, cistus, mastic, figs, pines, cypresses, broom, ...ah! Then I spray and smell - citrus. Well, it fits somehow: lime, pompelmo, bergamotto, ... But this is not a citrus grove, it remains somewhere in the gastronomic realm, on the dessert menu or right in the ice cream parlor. "Gelati al Limon" - only half as appealing without Paolo Conte's raspy voice. The occasional comparisons with lemon cookies are apt here, as they smell just as sweet and creamy. And the whole thing is a little heavy. The flowers, the so-called woods, vanilla musk. A citrusy summer fragrance should be light and transparent, I think. Here, it's already quite oppressive and sultry. It's a shame that this vision of the Amalfi Coast exhausts itself in citrusy gourmand and doesn't even bother to leave the beach café to smell around a little in the hinterland. Even the sea was left out. Although there would have been exciting ingredients that would have made things a little more varied - the salt in the soup.
Calar del Sole. And so I wait for this sun to finally set, but it doesn't really want to. Southern Italy is almost in the tropics, so it should actually go faster. But no, this sunset is dragging on. Yet this would also be a rewarding theme for a fragrance: from the still fresh of the day to a veritable firework display of vibrant colors and finally an ever softer glow that finally burns out completely. But it still seems to be a hot afternoon here, and I'm still sitting in the ice cream parlor. The lemon may have evaporated, but the cream remains persistently perceptible, now even heavier.
Then, as if on cue, this heaviness discharges in a first flash. Thunder rumbles. I open my eyes and see that dark clouds have gathered. But by then I'm no longer on the Amalfi Coast but back in my garden at home. The first thick drops are splashing on the stone. I let myself be washed clean and enjoy the smell of Petrichor. When the thunderstorm - deus ex machina - has passed, I turn to the herb bed and collect a few scents for the winter: Rosemary, immortelle, juniper, lavender, ... And so I enjoy my Italian sunset after all.
It's a bit like real life: Excessive demands for luxury have rarely produced truly great art.
Because there are still a few days of vacation left, during which you sometimes look for more than a feel-good program and relaxation and prefer to take on a few interesting challenges - in this case, the challenge of perhaps finally finding an approach to this fragrance. Because summer is coming to an end, but before it does, it shows its best side once again. Because the days are getting noticeably shorter again and it will soon be fall, and because it's time to collect rays of sunshine for the cold, dark winter days, dear mouse faces! "Calar del Sole" - sunset, the name fits. And who knows, maybe that's exactly what it's good for. It's worth a try; I want to give it a chance.
So I climb onto a large stone in the garden, enjoy the sun, close my eyes and try to mentally transport myself to the Amalfi Coast in anticipation. No doubt, there is a lot to discover: Myrtle, cistus, mastic, figs, pines, cypresses, broom, ...ah! Then I spray and smell - citrus. Well, it fits somehow: lime, pompelmo, bergamotto, ... But this is not a citrus grove, it remains somewhere in the gastronomic realm, on the dessert menu or right in the ice cream parlor. "Gelati al Limon" - only half as appealing without Paolo Conte's raspy voice. The occasional comparisons with lemon cookies are apt here, as they smell just as sweet and creamy. And the whole thing is a little heavy. The flowers, the so-called woods, vanilla musk. A citrusy summer fragrance should be light and transparent, I think. Here, it's already quite oppressive and sultry. It's a shame that this vision of the Amalfi Coast exhausts itself in citrusy gourmand and doesn't even bother to leave the beach café to smell around a little in the hinterland. Even the sea was left out. Although there would have been exciting ingredients that would have made things a little more varied - the salt in the soup.
Calar del Sole. And so I wait for this sun to finally set, but it doesn't really want to. Southern Italy is almost in the tropics, so it should actually go faster. But no, this sunset is dragging on. Yet this would also be a rewarding theme for a fragrance: from the still fresh of the day to a veritable firework display of vibrant colors and finally an ever softer glow that finally burns out completely. But it still seems to be a hot afternoon here, and I'm still sitting in the ice cream parlor. The lemon may have evaporated, but the cream remains persistently perceptible, now even heavier.
Then, as if on cue, this heaviness discharges in a first flash. Thunder rumbles. I open my eyes and see that dark clouds have gathered. But by then I'm no longer on the Amalfi Coast but back in my garden at home. The first thick drops are splashing on the stone. I let myself be washed clean and enjoy the smell of Petrichor. When the thunderstorm - deus ex machina - has passed, I turn to the herb bed and collect a few scents for the winter: Rosemary, immortelle, juniper, lavender, ... And so I enjoy my Italian sunset after all.
It's a bit like real life: Excessive demands for luxury have rarely produced truly great art.
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