I received Jil as a gift from my then-boyfriend's mother, just like that... she said she smelled it and thought of me. (We had been to the Christmas market together the day before.)
For me, this fragrance is connected to the wonderful woman who gave it to me and to the Christmas market. Once because of the memory but also because it smelled like this:
Jil was a warm gourmand fragrance, like the stand of the almond vendor, which I associate with chocolate (and chocolate-covered fruits), vanilla almonds, and roasted almonds in the cold air at a square decorated with fir greenery. I also smelled cinnamon in it and the people next to you in line... the man with the pipe, who gently puffs away, and the woman with the sweet-fruity-floral perfume.
That was all Jil for me - that's how it smelled to me.
Unfortunately, it was taken off the market years ago. In the meantime, there is a fragrance of the same name that has nothing to do with this one scent-wise.
My bottle is now empty and a replacement is not available. Such a shame!
Ach Mann, so schade. Du beschreibst diesen Duft so authentisch (und er passt voll in mein Beutechema), dass sofort der Haben-Muss-Reflex ausgelöst wird. *schnüff*