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Grapefruit
Kumquat
Pear
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Mimosa
Rose
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Amber
Sandalwood
Sunnyblack
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Sunnyblack
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5
Sporty Little Fruit
Right from the start: the title is not a positive reference to the brand, which is more commonly associated with sportswear. But let's take it step by step:
In search of a spring/summer fragrance, the banana-yellow mini tower in the discount shelf caught my eye yesterday. Fragrance tester? Not available. Price? Almost nothing! So I packed it up!
Before spraying, I decided not to look at the fragrance pyramid, but simply to feel what happens when I smell it on the way to my brain…
Here we go: fffffht, oh, delicious fruit salad. But the first pieces on top are gone within seconds. Uh-oh, now it’s just canned fruit (banana? peach? mango?), simply dull without the slightest freshness. Kind of like in the supermarket, where the good fruit goes into the bowl.
Well, what’s this? Rubber sole of a sneaker? Luckily, this will only be a short-distance run; at the finish line, the mushy canned fruit puree awaits again.
Now I really want to know what’s supposed to be in there: pear - yes, well, that’s about it. Otherwise, even an hour later, with my nose pressed against my forearm, I can’t sniff out anything that’s listed. Maybe the bottle just flew past a blooming tree once.
Some time later, as if the fragrance wanted to reward me for waiting, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds. With a few warming rays that stick around for quite a while.
In search of a spring/summer fragrance, the banana-yellow mini tower in the discount shelf caught my eye yesterday. Fragrance tester? Not available. Price? Almost nothing! So I packed it up!
Before spraying, I decided not to look at the fragrance pyramid, but simply to feel what happens when I smell it on the way to my brain…
Here we go: fffffht, oh, delicious fruit salad. But the first pieces on top are gone within seconds. Uh-oh, now it’s just canned fruit (banana? peach? mango?), simply dull without the slightest freshness. Kind of like in the supermarket, where the good fruit goes into the bowl.
Well, what’s this? Rubber sole of a sneaker? Luckily, this will only be a short-distance run; at the finish line, the mushy canned fruit puree awaits again.
Now I really want to know what’s supposed to be in there: pear - yes, well, that’s about it. Otherwise, even an hour later, with my nose pressed against my forearm, I can’t sniff out anything that’s listed. Maybe the bottle just flew past a blooming tree once.
Some time later, as if the fragrance wanted to reward me for waiting, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds. With a few warming rays that stick around for quite a while.
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