03/13/2019

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Shalimar Olé!
Flankermania strikes again - or does this Shalimar have a right to exist?
SSdO in the Dark is another experiment for me. Some time ago I was at a Dinner in the Dark, where the absolute darkness should cause an improvement of the sense of taste. I can't say that it worked out like that; I was far too nervous to concentrate on the taste. But with Shalimar souffle d'oranger I was quite relaxed when I turned off the light shortly after application At first I noticed a very green, intense note of crushed orange leaves. Not a bit sweet, flowery or fruity. Only fresh green-natural orange.
Then the scent became a little softer, more supple, more flowery. Sweet but still not. With much goodwill I could interpret a Pure Poison Elixir velvety into it, but also - Melkmeisje!
Pure Poison Ivy, so to speak. (Listen, Dior! Idea for cool flanker names!)
Of Shalimar or any prompter hardly a trace.
It was only after the fragrance had stayed on my skin for a long time that the relationship became apparent. Marginal, mind you. Now the fragrance plunged into the souffle realm, gaining a little sweetness and the good old souffle fluffy creaminess, but without reaching the levels of its predecessors. Before I switched on the light in the windowless cellar dungeon again after 3 hours of listening to music (quietly, but without being too bored!), I heard the orange leaves mating with the English bitter orange jam on a delicate vanilla cream, and that was the last impression of this southern Spanish Shalimar descendant.
SSdO in the Dark is another experiment for me. Some time ago I was at a Dinner in the Dark, where the absolute darkness should cause an improvement of the sense of taste. I can't say that it worked out like that; I was far too nervous to concentrate on the taste. But with Shalimar souffle d'oranger I was quite relaxed when I turned off the light shortly after application At first I noticed a very green, intense note of crushed orange leaves. Not a bit sweet, flowery or fruity. Only fresh green-natural orange.
Then the scent became a little softer, more supple, more flowery. Sweet but still not. With much goodwill I could interpret a Pure Poison Elixir velvety into it, but also - Melkmeisje!
Pure Poison Ivy, so to speak. (Listen, Dior! Idea for cool flanker names!)
Of Shalimar or any prompter hardly a trace.
It was only after the fragrance had stayed on my skin for a long time that the relationship became apparent. Marginal, mind you. Now the fragrance plunged into the souffle realm, gaining a little sweetness and the good old souffle fluffy creaminess, but without reaching the levels of its predecessors. Before I switched on the light in the windowless cellar dungeon again after 3 hours of listening to music (quietly, but without being too bored!), I heard the orange leaves mating with the English bitter orange jam on a delicate vanilla cream, and that was the last impression of this southern Spanish Shalimar descendant.
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