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09/15/2024
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"Anticipation of snow" - or: Come on, perfume. We are a polar bear.
This fragrance is, as others have written, indeed g r a u.
It just so happens that various shades of gray are my favorite (non)colors. Usually mainly because so much of what I like looks especially good in grey, and because grey can be a canvas and/or perfect complement for other colors - -
But here it is sufficient unto itself.
Also beautiful! The whole fragrance is cool in the true sense of the definition, in which the once youthful word, which has now very nicely arrived in our language, describes a desirable form of robust, self-sufficient nonchalance. I see a figure on a cliff in the twilight. It is still dark.
Or s c h o n dark, xxxxxxregardless of whether the sun is rising or setting, feelings are unnecessary -
Stuff like that doesn't even come up. Because there is pure nature - "pure" means: without anything that this wacky animal species of human being could
write into it.
I observe the spray and smell the rocks; finally a fragrance that doesn't depict the smell of stone (which it doesn't even try to do, fortunately) or even show it, but at least quotes it in a worthy manner.
The playful child in me attributes the above-mentioned character to being Aquaman, because as cheap as the films about him may seem, Mr. Momoa manages to give his interpretation of the character a cold, fishy look in which no hint of emotion disturbs the impression of the animalistic.
Enough reasons, then, why I wear this gorgeous perfume when I'm being a guy.
And I was correspondingly miffed when I found out the true name of the concoction.
For which I might have had some understanding if I had been a little less blokeish ...
...Or sewing. I wouldn't have.
Whoa. Gàh! Even the chicest mistresses in me shudder when they realize the true meaning of the name in front of their made-up, eyelash-rattling little balls! And, yes, I was just inside myself and interrogated them all. True:
There isn't one of them that wasn't also eaten. In that shocking moment when we found out the real name -
- - Because by the time I got the sample, I had already forgotten again that I had wanted, and even read, exactly those as accessories, and had already thrown cups - over the railing, what the heck is the plural of railing - onto the deck... On t h e decks...
- Anyway. So I only took note of the name of the fragrance in passing, as far too often, I wasn't interested in sound & smoke.
Out of the corner of my eye, as it were, I overlooked a missing M and translated the words on the sample label as something like "seabird"...
Hn, it went through my head, surely that doesn't smell like chicken?
(Power of suggestion here, power of suggestion there: but that wasn't the case.)
I am aware of the importance of smoke and mirrors, I too would otherwise tearfully plead for the artist's work to be appreciated, no matter what kind of art it is -
But what's watering is, er, just my rational self, to be honest.
The real me doesn't give a damn. It's more like this: I don't care about you -
Entire song lyrics, picture titles, artistically valuable names for fragrances - I usually don't give a damn...
Yes, yes. This side of me is really d o o f, pfui pfui, let's start a shitstorm on it. I don't like it, this side that prefers to just put its own spin on any art -
So, - sorry.
And: No guarantee that this isn't just my rational self talking right nowXD
Anyway, whatever, let's not go there. It was precisely this ignorance that led me to google the meaning of the name quite late (i.e. after the third skin test ^^). And as I mentioned, everything in me immediately got really angry. Sewing! Such a wonderfully piquant scent, and - such a piquant name...
What can you expect from a house that has named another fragrance "I have no hands to caress my face"? Phew, yes. It's really important to talk about things like that. Everything has its justification.
Longing, love, desire, depression, yes, fine by me. All important topics for which I am otherwise quite understanding - sometimes - but - but but but NOT just when I'm in such a mood to wear V o g l i a D `A m a r e :( :( .
Because when I'm in this mood, I have neither reason nor desire to sing plaintively 'that I want to be a polar bear' (- - to mention an old song for once, from which I usually keep an emphatic distance - -) - Nah, then I'm a polar bear.
Huh huh. - OK. - I'll try to describe the actual appeal of the perfume now, I probably won't really succeed completely, but, hutzeputz, bang. The opening is almost peppery and quite "natural", the base is sweet and varied. The end is different: very deliciously bitter...
Less "seay" than other fragrances in this direction, the whole scent is nevertheless stony, dry, serious and - austere. - And: once again I can wear oakmoss without smelling like GrandpaHelmut or UncleKlaus-Peter.
Unfortunately, I realize once again that the perfume industry is annoyingly reluctant to use or imitate toasted coconut shell, I mean, hey. It would have worked very well here. - Instead, there is subtle, almost neutral coconut oil, which is almost opportunistically subordinate to the enormous rest -
The longevity, on the other hand, is gigantic: no Arabian Tonka, but at least an Oud Tobacco, and definitely more powerful than an Oud Cadenza. If you spray it on your skin, you should wear something suitable the other day (which, given the time of year, speaks in favor of summer, because then you can spray yourself with Yaringa the next morning, for example).
I can't say anything about the sillage, and I honestly don't care; the main thing is that I can smell the stuff without effort, and that, dear people, is definitely the case.
As for the time of year, I've rarely been so sure: the association with "open countryside" and the coconut content probably suggest summer. But I think this is definitely a deep winter perfume and I really look forward to wearing it on snowy days.
Finally a reason to get excited about the weird white stuff... Anyway, - lovely...!!! Once again, a perfume that breaks my state of wishless happiness with my collection once more.
Cool final sentence, hn? I like to ignore things like that and cheekily carry on as if nothing had happened, and it wouldn't be a commi from me without a fantasy picture: In my collection of bottles and bottlings, Voglia D'Amare is a rough Triton with two grown-up daughters. And that's the reserved little mouse Yaringa, short-haired and bespectacled, a bit non-binary and eerily ironed, and the brash, loud, expressive, fat and shrilly styled Cocoyster...
...which, sweet and strange and my fourth favorite perfume in the world, is still&forever my favorite of all three, regardless of the fact that I just mentioned that I might also purchase the anthracite gray durability monster described here at some point. Do you see?
SOO you spoil the end of the commi. Because that was everything, but not a final sentence
Hä
Hääää
.
It just so happens that various shades of gray are my favorite (non)colors. Usually mainly because so much of what I like looks especially good in grey, and because grey can be a canvas and/or perfect complement for other colors - -
But here it is sufficient unto itself.
Also beautiful! The whole fragrance is cool in the true sense of the definition, in which the once youthful word, which has now very nicely arrived in our language, describes a desirable form of robust, self-sufficient nonchalance. I see a figure on a cliff in the twilight. It is still dark.
Or s c h o n dark, xxxxxxregardless of whether the sun is rising or setting, feelings are unnecessary -
Stuff like that doesn't even come up. Because there is pure nature - "pure" means: without anything that this wacky animal species of human being could
write into it.
I observe the spray and smell the rocks; finally a fragrance that doesn't depict the smell of stone (which it doesn't even try to do, fortunately) or even show it, but at least quotes it in a worthy manner.
The playful child in me attributes the above-mentioned character to being Aquaman, because as cheap as the films about him may seem, Mr. Momoa manages to give his interpretation of the character a cold, fishy look in which no hint of emotion disturbs the impression of the animalistic.
Enough reasons, then, why I wear this gorgeous perfume when I'm being a guy.
And I was correspondingly miffed when I found out the true name of the concoction.
For which I might have had some understanding if I had been a little less blokeish ...
...Or sewing. I wouldn't have.
Whoa. Gàh! Even the chicest mistresses in me shudder when they realize the true meaning of the name in front of their made-up, eyelash-rattling little balls! And, yes, I was just inside myself and interrogated them all. True:
There isn't one of them that wasn't also eaten. In that shocking moment when we found out the real name -
- - Because by the time I got the sample, I had already forgotten again that I had wanted, and even read, exactly those as accessories, and had already thrown cups - over the railing, what the heck is the plural of railing - onto the deck... On t h e decks...
- Anyway. So I only took note of the name of the fragrance in passing, as far too often, I wasn't interested in sound & smoke.
Out of the corner of my eye, as it were, I overlooked a missing M and translated the words on the sample label as something like "seabird"...
Hn, it went through my head, surely that doesn't smell like chicken?
(Power of suggestion here, power of suggestion there: but that wasn't the case.)
I am aware of the importance of smoke and mirrors, I too would otherwise tearfully plead for the artist's work to be appreciated, no matter what kind of art it is -
But what's watering is, er, just my rational self, to be honest.
The real me doesn't give a damn. It's more like this: I don't care about you -
Entire song lyrics, picture titles, artistically valuable names for fragrances - I usually don't give a damn...
Yes, yes. This side of me is really d o o f, pfui pfui, let's start a shitstorm on it. I don't like it, this side that prefers to just put its own spin on any art -
So, - sorry.
And: No guarantee that this isn't just my rational self talking right nowXD
Anyway, whatever, let's not go there. It was precisely this ignorance that led me to google the meaning of the name quite late (i.e. after the third skin test ^^). And as I mentioned, everything in me immediately got really angry. Sewing! Such a wonderfully piquant scent, and - such a piquant name...
What can you expect from a house that has named another fragrance "I have no hands to caress my face"? Phew, yes. It's really important to talk about things like that. Everything has its justification.
Longing, love, desire, depression, yes, fine by me. All important topics for which I am otherwise quite understanding - sometimes - but - but but but NOT just when I'm in such a mood to wear V o g l i a D `A m a r e :( :( .
Because when I'm in this mood, I have neither reason nor desire to sing plaintively 'that I want to be a polar bear' (- - to mention an old song for once, from which I usually keep an emphatic distance - -) - Nah, then I'm a polar bear.
Huh huh. - OK. - I'll try to describe the actual appeal of the perfume now, I probably won't really succeed completely, but, hutzeputz, bang. The opening is almost peppery and quite "natural", the base is sweet and varied. The end is different: very deliciously bitter...
Less "seay" than other fragrances in this direction, the whole scent is nevertheless stony, dry, serious and - austere. - And: once again I can wear oakmoss without smelling like GrandpaHelmut or UncleKlaus-Peter.
Unfortunately, I realize once again that the perfume industry is annoyingly reluctant to use or imitate toasted coconut shell, I mean, hey. It would have worked very well here. - Instead, there is subtle, almost neutral coconut oil, which is almost opportunistically subordinate to the enormous rest -
The longevity, on the other hand, is gigantic: no Arabian Tonka, but at least an Oud Tobacco, and definitely more powerful than an Oud Cadenza. If you spray it on your skin, you should wear something suitable the other day (which, given the time of year, speaks in favor of summer, because then you can spray yourself with Yaringa the next morning, for example).
I can't say anything about the sillage, and I honestly don't care; the main thing is that I can smell the stuff without effort, and that, dear people, is definitely the case.
As for the time of year, I've rarely been so sure: the association with "open countryside" and the coconut content probably suggest summer. But I think this is definitely a deep winter perfume and I really look forward to wearing it on snowy days.
Finally a reason to get excited about the weird white stuff... Anyway, - lovely...!!! Once again, a perfume that breaks my state of wishless happiness with my collection once more.
Cool final sentence, hn? I like to ignore things like that and cheekily carry on as if nothing had happened, and it wouldn't be a commi from me without a fantasy picture: In my collection of bottles and bottlings, Voglia D'Amare is a rough Triton with two grown-up daughters. And that's the reserved little mouse Yaringa, short-haired and bespectacled, a bit non-binary and eerily ironed, and the brash, loud, expressive, fat and shrilly styled Cocoyster...
...which, sweet and strange and my fourth favorite perfume in the world, is still&forever my favorite of all three, regardless of the fact that I just mentioned that I might also purchase the anthracite gray durability monster described here at some point. Do you see?
SOO you spoil the end of the commi. Because that was everything, but not a final sentence
Hä
Hääää
.
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