Armani Privé - Vert Malachite Giorgio Armani 2016

One day, in order to prevent Lord Voldemort from becoming immortal, Albus Dumbledore and his honorable friend, non other than alchemist Nicholas Flamel, decided to destroy the Philosopher's Stone once and for all.
Hah! That’s what YOU thought.
We all know that Albus Dumbledore never fully told anyone about his plans. Albus Dumbledore with an ace up his sleeve, one who doesn’t care whether one’s dead or alive. Still, he wants to tell us he wants nothing more than a pair of knitted socks while he keeps dirty secrets (which aren’t socks by the way).
This is one of them.
The Philosopher's Stone, which confers immortality, was disguised by Albus Dumbledore. Disguised so that Voldemort would never find it.
Disguised as a green malachite, so that after a week I can smell this scent on my scarf. I wore this scarf every day - on trips that went much farther than nearby Hogsmeade - and gave it a single spray of this green stone, right now admittedly to the chagrin of my nose.
Where’s the problem in that: I don't wear the stone every day, and have now been walking around the world with two different scents on me for a few days.
Wingardium Leviosa didn’t work, the scent wouldn’t go away.
I wonder if I should go to Professor Flitwick and ask him for an effective spell. Or could herbalism help? Madame Sprout doesn't like me too much, and the feeling is mutual. The pungent smell of flowers is just not my favorite one.
But this stone...
This stone is light and dark at the same time, mysterious yet seductive.
I’m standing in front of the cauldron... and I throw a lot of lily into it. Lily like Lily Potter.
A flash of inspiration! Maybe Dumbledore developed this stone to hypnotize Snape, or to make him compliant if he needs to be. This could work. Before the mixture of lilies becomes a stone, add a pinch of other green stuff and some orange for color. Fizzles out into vapor.
What remains is... with a hint of vanilla dancing in the background…
The green stone.
The stone of infinity.
Bliiiiin*, I would not have expected that and haven't found an antidote yet.
Perhaps I'll visit the Thinkarium again soon and see if Dumbledore has provided me with an antidote thiiiis way.

The scent is supposed to be a tribute to Russia. Well... my experience is: Russia doesn’t smell like that. It didn’t smell like that all the times I was there - although there’s still hope that one day… people will wave with flowers instead of… you know.
Russian women would or will love this fragrance for sure. Opulent, floral, elegant and of an INFINITE, ever lasting charisma.
I'm not really a floral type who loves to smell like soup made of 1000 or a million flowers. But this one got me enchanted.
Longevity: 13 out of 9 3/4 - at least on clothes.
Sillage: 11,11 out of 10
Flacon //okay, I don't like the top, but I love angularity and simplicity//: 9 3/4 out of 10.

Enemies of the heir, beware!
If you don't like flowers, a radius of =< two meters from this stone is your personal chamber of secrets. No escape.
Is it Amortentia's work or am I still in control of myself? I don't like to judge it. So: keep your noses open, this one will not pass you by without a trace.
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*Note: Blin - Russian for "pancake", can also be used as a swear word and is then a friendlier version of "damn".