Le Parfum Aubade 2013

The bottle promises something mystical and mysterious in colour, the shape perhaps a fragrance lamp or a dream lamp like Aladin's? But does a djinn or rather a Jeannie come out of it? I stay with Jeannie, for the male part he would need one or two more bowls of cedar. In fact, in the final stages of the fragrance, a slightly masculine note breathes over my skin before fading. Hours before, however, a miracle cloud aromatizes the beautiful structure of slightly satined, tinted glass with a tasty marzipan note, which immediately captivates the sweet tooth like me. A light spicy bond and the cedar prevent it from becoming too sweet. They should, too, because heliotrope, musk and vanilla will keep the scent further in the given track, even the floral gifts can change nothing. Aubade is and remains from beginning to end a sweetmandeliger, vanilla-heavy and musk-bedded smell to me, as it could not be softer and more delicious. Certainly more suitable for cooler days and for hours when you just want to feel good and long for security. There is something dark, magical and sensual about him and his aura warms heart and soul. Despite its sweetness, it has some maturity and elegance. I can underline the comparisons with the fragrances mentioned, but thanks to its special notes it remains independent. He is not a dupe of others or vice versa.
He goes to the Almond Night Club at night, where he enjoys a few Amarettos like others of his kind. Amanda, the singer with the flawless, chocolate brown complexion and the velvety voice that appears every evening in the floor-length black glitter dress with a deep back cut, wraps the smoky atmosphere in smooth jazz sounds. The lips painted red, the hair pulled strictly back and draped to the haunch of the neck. The first time the songs are quietly on their high heels through the restaurant and between the tables carrying. Walking over the shoulders of one or the other guest with their long red fingernails and breathing a few notes into their ears as if they were only meant for him. Or even lolling lasciviously on the highly polished black grand piano Mandorlos, her musical accompaniment. But always stylish and elegant, feminine and sensual, dangerously close to the desires of the guests and yet unequalled far away. It's all right here. The Ambiance, the Music, the Drinks and the Contenance.
No one crosses borders here.
It's all in order.
Here... at the Almond Night Club...