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I am sitting on the beach. On one of those sometimes quite hot days in late spring that always surprise you anew. Because no one has thought about buying new sunscreen, and now we have to make do with last year's. The bottle has warmed up and exudes that scent that a nearly empty container from the previous season gives off when squeezing out the last remnants (pft-püüüh… pft-püüüh). It's not rancid or anything, it just needs to go. A freshly unpacked little inflatable boat for kids is wafting its scent as a duet partner.
The creaminess is supposed to refer to sandalwood. Unfortunately, it comes across to me - that should be sufficiently clear - as plasticky. Let's turn our attention to the mimosa instead. It starts with a brief floral greeting right at the beginning, and soon the aroma is back. If this is mimosa, I have to throw overboard (why not from said inflatable boat?) what I thought I knew about mimosa. Apparently, it wasn't much.
Dusty wood in the background. Directly on the skin, there might be bitter violet leaf involved, perhaps drawn through an ashtray? But that's at best a temporary thought, for the formal fulfillment of the notes...
Otherwise: plastic and cream. Around noon, accompanied by a baking aroma that already seems very sharp and synthetic close to the skin. At the same time, and this is quite crazy, the scent is undeniably floral. The entire aura of the fragrance is floral; even the plastic eventually submits to that. Sweetly cloying, but also somehow cute. Or flirtatious. In the late afternoon, one might think of Haribo peaches. I sometimes feel that way with fragrances labeled as "mimosa-like."
In the dry down, creamier vanilla complements the distorted sandalwood. Perhaps (to stay with the beach imagery) there’s a vanilla soft serve for the evening. A bit of plastic is still there, more subtle and quieter, so to speak, better integrated. Oh yes, and as the sun sets, our figures cast shadows on the wall of the waterfront promenade behind us, hence the name of the fragrance.
Conclusion: This is not for me. It’s for friends who enjoy sweet floral cream scents. However, I can't wholeheartedly recommend this particular creation. For great sunscreen, you should rather try ‘Louanges Profanes’ from Parfumerie Générale!
I thank Verbena for the sample.
The creaminess is supposed to refer to sandalwood. Unfortunately, it comes across to me - that should be sufficiently clear - as plasticky. Let's turn our attention to the mimosa instead. It starts with a brief floral greeting right at the beginning, and soon the aroma is back. If this is mimosa, I have to throw overboard (why not from said inflatable boat?) what I thought I knew about mimosa. Apparently, it wasn't much.
Dusty wood in the background. Directly on the skin, there might be bitter violet leaf involved, perhaps drawn through an ashtray? But that's at best a temporary thought, for the formal fulfillment of the notes...
Otherwise: plastic and cream. Around noon, accompanied by a baking aroma that already seems very sharp and synthetic close to the skin. At the same time, and this is quite crazy, the scent is undeniably floral. The entire aura of the fragrance is floral; even the plastic eventually submits to that. Sweetly cloying, but also somehow cute. Or flirtatious. In the late afternoon, one might think of Haribo peaches. I sometimes feel that way with fragrances labeled as "mimosa-like."
In the dry down, creamier vanilla complements the distorted sandalwood. Perhaps (to stay with the beach imagery) there’s a vanilla soft serve for the evening. A bit of plastic is still there, more subtle and quieter, so to speak, better integrated. Oh yes, and as the sun sets, our figures cast shadows on the wall of the waterfront promenade behind us, hence the name of the fragrance.
Conclusion: This is not for me. It’s for friends who enjoy sweet floral cream scents. However, I can't wholeheartedly recommend this particular creation. For great sunscreen, you should rather try ‘Louanges Profanes’ from Parfumerie Générale!
I thank Verbena for the sample.
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Even with rubber boots and Haribo, you won't necessarily make me happy.
So, another candidate from the category: "When the sun is low, even dwarfs cast long shadows!"