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7.3 / 10 62 Ratings
A perfume by Giorgio Monti for women. The release year is unknown. The scent is floral-fresh. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Floral
Fresh
Sweet
Green
Powdery

Fragrance Notes

GardeniaGardenia Tropical blossomsTropical blossoms WomphlezarkWomphlezark

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Ratings
Scent
7.362 Ratings
Longevity
7.647 Ratings
Sillage
6.544 Ratings
Bottle
5.640 Ratings
Submitted by Lilith, last update on 05/10/2023.

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6 in-depth fragrance descriptions
Missk

1357 Reviews
Missk
Missk
Helpful Review 5  
Green gardenia blossoms
Being a floral girl like myself, it is hard not to be enchanted by Kai. I know of many people that have been turned off by this fragrance's simple packaging and primary note of gardenia, but I urge people to not judge this fragrance before you try it. You are depriving yourself of something very special.

The gardenia in this perfume is very green and fresh. In no way has the gardenia been tampered with or made to smell overly sweet or synthetic. Kai is like wandering through a garden full of these wonderous flowers and inhaling their delicious aroma.

I particularly love how soft and creamy this scent becomes when it develops on my skin. Despite its strong floral notes, Kai never smells too mature or dated. On my skin, this scent is youthful, feminine and fresh.

The sillage is fantastic and the lasting power also great. My only gripe is with the price, which I find absolutely ridiculous. I understand that Kai is an exclusive and independant brand, however I believe that more sales would be made if the price was much lower.

Perhaps one day, if I'm rich, $100 for 10ml of Kai won't faze me and I will add this fragrance to my collection.
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Tessa

83 Reviews
Tessa
Tessa
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Tender caress
There are so many gardenia perfumes on the market, one more ostentatious than the other, one more " complex and constructed" than the other, and that is fine with me. One can create a surrealistic gardenia or an impressionist one or another one in the manner of pointillism, and this is fine with me as well and I appreciate the effort to discover new facets of this flower.
The only gardenia perfume that make me feel like a child again is KAI.
Its tender scent brings me back to a time of innocence and nonchalance when there was no grief, daily struggle and hardship. My childhood in a bottle.
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Aava

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Aava
Aava
Top Review 18  
Kai and the Flowers
My Kai doesn't like to talk much, and therefore doesn't say much. He is a man of action, less of words. A kind-hearted soul wrapped in a rough exterior. A big guy with a light spirit. Some might even say he is a womanizer. On the outside. Actually, Kai prefers to be alone, in nature. He loves to mow the meadows in front of the house with a scythe in the summer, to gather the hay into big piles with a pitchfork, to chop wood for the fireplace in the cool autumn, and to wander through the forest. Just like that. To be by himself. Kai likes that. Yes, and he has somewhat long blond hair. As he sits on that boulder by the water, the sunlight falls directly on him. When did his hair get so long?

Kai smiles at me and reaches out his hand. I take it, and he encloses mine. He holds me firmly yet gently. I feel safe and guided. He takes me along. By his strong hand, which smells of air, wind, water, nature, and work. Fine, spicy, clear, and bright. I could swear he just recently chopped down a cedar for the fireplace in autumn.

With steady steps, he leads me over the small brook. Step by step, he places stone upon stone. I follow him. By his hand. Blind but secure. On the other bank, a steep slope rises. The path looks overgrown. Was there ever a path? Kai finds it, even though it is not visible. He steps onto a small ledge, grabs a branch, pulls himself up, taking me with him, turns left, then right, grabs a rock, places his foot here and there. I follow. When have I ever felt so safe? So lightly he holds me, so securely he guides me. Upwards, ever further.

Upon reaching the top, a plateau unfolds, high above the clearing, far above the brook, far above the land. Countless flowers flutter back and forth in the gentle wind. They sway softly and exude a strangely sweet and intoxicating scent. An Eden lies before me. A garden of the heart, as if painted there.

Kai says: "Come!" and leads me into the sea of flowers, ever deeper, to the edge of the plateau. We sit down. I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of a thousand flowers around me, in and out. And again in and out. Continuously. In and out.

From far below, one can faintly hear the babbling of the small brook. The hazy rustle of the nearby highway. The chirping of birds somewhere high above. The gentle rustling of leaves, fine and soft.

Flowers, flowers, flowers. Flowers everywhere. And Kai by my side. A hard day can be so gentle too. I want to cry.

**

A floral greeting to Palonera!
Thank you for the sample and for the thousand spicy fine yet clear bright flowers that flowed out of the vial! And sorry for borrowing your Kai :-))
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Palonera

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Palonera
Palonera
Very helpful Review 15  
... and it was May
I had gotten lost, thanks to my great GPS and my even better sense of direction.
Somewhere, I must have missed my turn on the drive through endless green and yellow fields in this sunny spring landscape.
No chance of making my appointment now - even my phone had no reception, I was somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
A very unusual situation for a city dweller like me.
After cursing extensively and abusing the steering wheel of my innocent convertible, I thought it wiser to accept my current fate and see where this seemingly endless road would lead me.
After all, I couldn't have chosen a more beautiful day for my odyssey: The sky was almost kitschy blue with just a few scattered fluffy clouds, the sun seemed to be practicing for the upcoming summer, the breeze brought the scent of blooming rapeseed fields, and caressed my bare shoulders.
Tomorrow would be May.
I took my foot off the gas and almost missed the sign pointing to a parking lot.
With a bit of luck, I would find a map there and be able to orient myself.
I turned off, letting the car roll over the unpaved gravel path to the small parking lot.
Around me, tall birches in fresh green, at their feet, small white flowers in the tall grass.
The engine fell silent - in the ensuing stillness, the wind played in the young leaves and carried individual bird calls and the buzzing of insects to me.
A stream gurgled a little off to the side.
I got out, stretched my limbs that had stiffened from the hours of driving, and took a deep breath of the air into my lungs.
For a moment, I stood completely still, letting the sun filtered through the leaves warm my face.
Almost on its own, my feet began to move toward the water - behind the trees, the sun reflected on the stream gurgling over a stony bed, where tufts of lily of the valley and other spring flowers grew at its edges.
A small path led along the water.
I followed its course and barely noticed how the incessantly spinning hamster wheel in my head gradually came to a stop.
How long had it been since I had felt so much at peace with myself?
My steps led me past a few rocks to a small clearing.
There he sat on a boulder right by the water - white pants, a light blue shirt, slightly too long blonde hair.
He had heard me coming and turned to me.
Green eyes, an open clear gaze.
A smile.
"Hello - I'm Kai."
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Florblanca

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Florblanca
Florblanca
Very helpful Review 10  
Flower Carpet
My very special affinity for Spain is probably obvious. It is my chosen home and the country I love the most. All the beautiful experiences I’ve had in Spain remain particularly vivid in my memory.
So too the festivals in Spain, which are all quite special. Once, I experienced a festival in Andalusia where a street was covered along its entire length with flowers. The flowers formed patterns, images on this street. It was a wonderful sight and a delightful fragrance of all those flowers filled the street. All of this was only meant to serve as a carpet for a procession the next day. I have never seen anything like it since.

Thanks to Joe, I was able to experience the scent again today, through Kai. Although I usually have a contentious relationship with gardenias, I like them here. They are so perfectly and wonderfully intertwined with the other flowers that they don’t take my breath away. This scent is a symphony of flowers, wonderful, soft, sweet, dreamily beautiful flowers.

Its consistency is slightly oily, but that disappears after half an hour. The sillage is such that it perfectly matches the scent and its development. The longevity is very good.

Thank you so much, dear Joe, for sending me this little bouquet of flowers today. I enjoy it very much, although I would love to know why something so unrealistically beautiful has such a pragmatic name as Kai…
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Graceful floral scent with a hint of exoticism. Nothing is overpowering, everything is just beautifully fragrant.
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Smells like hyacinth to me for a long time, but in a milder form. Then it becomes softer, creamier. Still floral. Not my scent.
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The scent is quite lovely: very clear floral, very delicate and pure, elegant, but also rather unremarkable. It needs the right moment for it.
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The best scent ever in the heat.
Feminine, delicate, soft, strong, timeless, clean, elegant. No citrus notes. Reminds me of fine suede.
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Very floral scent with a strong gardenia presence
Along with a touch of greenery.
Clean and truly fine and pleasant.
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Not as fresh as I imagined.. more of a dense green-white floral exotic.
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Something in this floral carpet smells quite musty (jasmine?), which even the delicate, fresh green can't stop. Towards the end "better".
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Blind buy! I'm very pleasantly surprised. Floral, one-dimensional, and exotic, it reminds me of the sun, sea, and the ease of a vacation.
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Life is sprouting,
green and blooming.
Expectantly towards the sun.
Warming and radiant.
Over there, far away - a roaring sea.
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