Bois du Portugal Creed 1987

Working title:
Why does it smell so good in your mother's bathroom (new)
I have revised my original commentary ...

One is spoiled. It's hard to find a rival of equal standing. You have created your own empire Apart from being spoiled, one is also comfortable and bound by habits.
Then there's a universe of woody perfumes. They are by no means the same as this one. But to compare? Well, what for?

I just always know what I don't want.
But I'm making an exception for this one. A very big and grateful exception! A milestone A milestone is defined by the distance of miles from other milestones. In between are pebbles.

Discovering a perfume late in the day is like the movie you don't go to and which is supposed to be totally impressive, and then years later you get the DVD as a gift without remembering it, and the movie is just delicious. Not just to please, but it is sophisticated and exquisite.

First assessment:
"hmm, a Creed, well, if you must.
The ignorant prejudge just like that
First short pass.
I expected something clumsy about the amber. But that didn't happen. The "depth" doesn't go to the edge of the carpet
Next experience:
Consciously on the arm and allow time.
Relatively soon I was reminded of an impression, as if there was cinnamon, or something sweet.
But then I put something on, worked a lap, actually physically, and when I took the sweater off again I was already in the drydown, and there it is! A woody note, but very fine. And very spicy. With very light, elegant tones.
That could be me. When I return from the Highlands to anywhere.

But without that certain primitive notation. In this case, the Highlands are not dominated by flocks of sheep. ...

I think I know that perfume! My childhood friend was from a good family and I visited her often, and of course I knew the remote corners of the elegant family home.
The mother had her own business, and the mother's partner was a ferry captain on ferries to Finland.
So, and where Lutz had his shirts, or even in the bathroom, it smelled like a demanding gentleman who would always be witty, epicurean and generous.
I have lost sight of my teenage companion, she studied architecture, and whether Lutz is still there, I do not know.
But that's how I kept this house to myself: Exquisite, sophisticated and a little bit snobbish, but at the same time very kind
I'm gonna keep working on this.

[ Thanks René72 for the rehearsal!! There are more added in the meantime.]