Under My Skin Francesca Bianchi 2017

The reputation of dirty scents has long gone the selection of Bianchi and between disgust and curiosity move the nose on a journey full of love, disappointments and aha moments, once they get to know preferably several of the fragrances.
Through an incredibly selfless dear colleague and passionate comrade I came into the pleasure of a Discovery Set's. Each of its 11 Pröbchen wants to be protected with care from all environmental influences of me and as timidly as I press the atomizer, probably every demolition expert feels at the bomb disposal squad when he removes the detonator. Under my Skin was at the top of my watch list of all the Bianchis I haven't tested before.
I ask myself more with each sample, is the brand an alternative to Zoologist? Are here people who are sweaty and excited their passions, pickled in linen and extracted in tanks your body odor (resourceful lovers of the film "the Paefum" will remember) or is it just coincidence that my brain links the Wässerchen on the basis of their names with things that do people just so behind closed doors.
Under my Skin is here the prime example. It smells for me slightly floral, somewhat sweaty and salty. Sillage is for this fragrance concentration really mau, but is it perhaps so intentional? Why don't you come closer? After animal enclosure he smells in any case not, neither animal nor furry, but with dirty I go with. Passionate! This is not for bloomers**lovers or friends of the "my sheet still smells like her peach rose scent with musk and a slight powderiness". Under my Skin is the butt afterwards, still in bed... and no one's hurry to put on something, would be sweaty through again anyway immediately.
Fragrance notes, I can not make out as with almost all Bianchis for me, he remains linear and soft, without wanting to please the masses.
For me, it represents an opportunity for intimate moments and intimate togetherness, but before the clothes-free time already smell like afterwards is already difficult and so my trip under the skin remains only another Aha moment... and to the black Knight comes eh no one more past^^

Edit: Must also say that at the end (which came here from all FB the fastest) a delicately ambriertes, spicy sweet leather skin close is left behind. If the fragrance was first too feminine for me, it almost seems as if man had left his mark. The perfect illusion thanks to the wonderful naming in conjunction with an extraordinary perfume (for this point upgrade subsequently).
...and why sniffs my cat incessantly at the place where I have applied Him?