24K Jivago 1994

The bottle stands majestically on a heavy, matte glass base. Inside the flask are gold flakes that dance and swirl when you turn it. Like a snow globe for perfume. It is not a spray; you have to turn the bottle so that the liquid flows into the catch tube under the sprayer, then you can spray. This is just a note for those who do not like this system.
If you are not a tuberose type, be warned, it packs a punch and could be too much for delicate noses.
Thus, the opening is indeed spectacular. The rose hardly gets a word in or at best manages only a whisper. The concentrated white flower power from the heart note with jasmine and tuberose would flatten everything else. These two set the tone, and it is quite loud. On my skin, the scent is a bit softer than on fabric, yet it is very intense on both surfaces and could cause headaches if overapplied. However, if you choose the dose wisely, it will only cause heads to turn among those who perceive it and seek its source. A very elegant, feminine scent, very self-assured and warm. Over time, it softens a bit with amber, but it is still not a skin-close scent. It spreads its power freely into the air, unstoppable, incessantly, and incredibly noble. Noble is not only the look but also the content. The sillage is definitely intense, and the longevity is out of this world. Thus, I find the comparison with mythical creatures fitting. This Jivago is not of this world. A world nearby, but only reachable by a secret path. Only a few know it. Those who step onto the other side are overwhelmed by green, white, and gold. Floral scent fills the air, making it impossible to perceive anything else. You are instantly dazzled by the colors and brightness, and the swirling aura clouds the senses. But if you manage to concentrate a bit and get your eyes accustomed to the dazzling scenery, you can see them. The little, pointy-eared fairy beings that float through the air and go about their tasks. Their wingbeats fan the scent around, and soon you find yourself entranced once again. I just see how the fairy mother approaches me gracefully and swings her magic wand. She draws a trail of gold dust with it, which settles on my face. And now I find myself back in my place, still writing my comment. Wow, what a scent, what an experience! I love to enter the fairyland again and again, not every day but rather for special occasions or when I need some extra "poise." In spring, autumn, and winter, it is even more beautiful. In summer, however, the fairy mother comes too close with her magic wand and regularly knocks me out.