Top Notes 
Blackcurrant
Pear
Heart Notes 
Orange blossom
Iris
Jasmine
Base Notes 
Vanilla
Praliné
Almond
Patchouli
Tonka bean
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1000 PS (Powder Strength): Welcome Aunt Gertrude live at her makeup table with chocolate cravings
Since I fell in love with In Woman and absolutely cannot do without it anymore, I took a closer look at the La Rive range.
Fortunately, I managed to snag it at absolute bargain prices, so a failed purchase is easy to bear. Or the scent blindly goes into the basket without much regret, just like here. I had only read that it is supposedly an LVEB dupe.
I had to test LVEB right when it was launched; it wasn't bad, but also not groundbreaking, I'd rather praise my Angel flankers. Moreover, it was somewhat spoiled for me by the many negative comments, so I wasn't very eager to get to know it better.
But I am also happy to be enlightened by others; after all, a thinking person changes their mind. So I took it home, there were no testers, but I have high hopes for Queen of Life (rarely silly, the name), maybe it can measure up to In Woman.
I already really like the bottle; it feels solid in the hand and reminds me a bit of the Eternity line. The spray mist is fine; I've experienced worse, as sometimes they seem to save on that in the high-priced segment.
At first, the blackcurrant appears, this time on its sweet side, with no sour juice to be noticed. The entry is also fresh, watery-fruity, drinkable, aromatic; one might think that one has just crushed red currants between their fingertips. No synthetics, nothing scratches unpleasantly or bites.
Right from the start, they are dusted with a fine layer of powdered sugar; it reminds me a bit of the charm of La Perla. The fruity odor is very feminine, delicate, and lovely. If the pear weren't listed, I would never have noticed it; there's something slightly core-fruity that could be identified as pear, but only with a lot of imagination.
The scent is sweet, but not sticky or piercing, rather whispering and "mouthwatering," it whets the appetite and lifts the mood.
Soon, the blackcurrant is wrapped in a heavy, fluffy, white bathrobe made of thick terry cloth, and then it gets powdered like there's no tomorrow; I initially experienced this phase as borderline and exhausting.
I was at war with the iris; I found a cool, powdery, and silver-tinged bloom simply creepy. So distant and arrogant, ice-cold and royal-aristocratic, the ideal arch-enemy was born.
It was The Beat by Burberry that hit me quite unprepared back then; I felt really nauseous and bad. Looking back now, I have to smile because the iris has since become one of my favorites.
And here, it fits wonderfully into the scent profile, creating an immense powder cloud in beige, rose, lilac, white, and gray (gray is not boring, but the new black) in the most beautiful makeup manner, powder as it smells after coming into contact with the skin, slightly dusty, warm, very feminine, somehow also intimate, a very inspiring scent. (Copyright Peanut)
A slight vintage touch, classic, but I have liked that since Citizen Queen; it has something incredibly feminine, like the soft, powdery scent of a makeup bag or a well-used lipstick, loose powder that gets distributed during application in the bathroom, almost ritualistically.
The orange blossom together with the iris is a strong full-female duo, right on the mark, only for hardcore flower lovers, puffed up by sweet-smelling jasmine; for me, it's an elite trio, sitting on the edge of the bed, inhaling the scent intensely, yes, that's how I want to smell!
I couldn't wait to test it until the next morning, even though I risked a sleepless night if it turned out to be a stinker.
Fortunately, it was not at all; it holds me extremely gallantly captive, gently tearing me apart, a milky-soft, fluffy powder dream, playful, elegant, ladylike, all the while, powdered sugar blackcurrants roll through the shimmering powder.
A hint of ground almonds and loose-fluffy vanilla adds a meltingly delicate gourmand sweetness, while the hard, beautiful iris is not robbed of its Madonna-like ruthlessness.
In fact, the iris perfectly symbolizes the essence of a woman: she has edges and corners, but also her curves. She can purr and caress us, while also being quite hard and determined in setting boundaries, with the orange blossom in the background, casually crossing her legs, her head tilted back in a languid manner, a delicate cigarette holder between her fingers, slow, lazy breaths, an amused and clever gaze that sparkles beneath black turbo lashes; she doesn't have to prove to anyone that she is a woman of the world.
But to ensure it doesn't get too erotic, dark, slightly earthy patchouli appears, warning with an upraised finger, you two need to be kept in check; jasmine just sweetly and naively hums along, take a cue from me, ladies!
In the base, the finest chocolate, of course also powdered, exudes a delicate vanilla aroma, subtly oriental, the strong sillage now very muted, a faint hint of fruit creeping in the background, only a few scattered petals remain, the presence of the iris is strongest to confirm.
So, what about Aunt Gertrude? I was allowed to borrow her from my dear colleague, who isn't really into the scent. She belongs more to the Light Blue and Mon Jasmin noir le eau exquise faction, so fresh and airy.
She immediately thought of makeup, but rather of Aunt Gertrude, a very well-groomed, elderly lady, with long, but gray and terribly thin hair, piled up into a beehive, with a thousand hair clips and barrettes, and those tortoiseshell combs that I somehow also find dreadful.
Of course, the whole procedure took place with hairstyling at a makeup table with a matching chair, with a silver brush that looks like it could groom a horse, and of course, the inevitable, design-matching hand mirror, as is proper.
I added the chocolate cravings because the powder gets lost in delicious milk chocolate filled with vanilla-almond cream. Besides, it would make Aunt Gertrude seem more human to me; otherwise, she must be quite a dry and joyless person. That wouldn't suit my dear colleague at all.
For me, the scent is definitely a bullseye in my powder- and makeup-loving heart. It also fits well with my bathroom, a well-stocked daughter branch of dm, making girls squeal and men despair; the latter always ask me incredulously if I use it all by myself or where I have hidden the two other women.
From fruity-delicious, fresh-warm, to opulent-floral, powdery-voluminous, cheeky-spicy, feminine-velvety to the cozy-fluffy and minimally oriental base, a great scent for iris and gourmand lovers.
Perfect for spring with its intoxicating nature, probably too heavy in summer, then wistfully gentle in autumn and surely glamorous gourmand in winter.
Worthy of a queen? Find out for yourself ;)
Fortunately, I managed to snag it at absolute bargain prices, so a failed purchase is easy to bear. Or the scent blindly goes into the basket without much regret, just like here. I had only read that it is supposedly an LVEB dupe.
I had to test LVEB right when it was launched; it wasn't bad, but also not groundbreaking, I'd rather praise my Angel flankers. Moreover, it was somewhat spoiled for me by the many negative comments, so I wasn't very eager to get to know it better.
But I am also happy to be enlightened by others; after all, a thinking person changes their mind. So I took it home, there were no testers, but I have high hopes for Queen of Life (rarely silly, the name), maybe it can measure up to In Woman.
I already really like the bottle; it feels solid in the hand and reminds me a bit of the Eternity line. The spray mist is fine; I've experienced worse, as sometimes they seem to save on that in the high-priced segment.
At first, the blackcurrant appears, this time on its sweet side, with no sour juice to be noticed. The entry is also fresh, watery-fruity, drinkable, aromatic; one might think that one has just crushed red currants between their fingertips. No synthetics, nothing scratches unpleasantly or bites.
Right from the start, they are dusted with a fine layer of powdered sugar; it reminds me a bit of the charm of La Perla. The fruity odor is very feminine, delicate, and lovely. If the pear weren't listed, I would never have noticed it; there's something slightly core-fruity that could be identified as pear, but only with a lot of imagination.
The scent is sweet, but not sticky or piercing, rather whispering and "mouthwatering," it whets the appetite and lifts the mood.
Soon, the blackcurrant is wrapped in a heavy, fluffy, white bathrobe made of thick terry cloth, and then it gets powdered like there's no tomorrow; I initially experienced this phase as borderline and exhausting.
I was at war with the iris; I found a cool, powdery, and silver-tinged bloom simply creepy. So distant and arrogant, ice-cold and royal-aristocratic, the ideal arch-enemy was born.
It was The Beat by Burberry that hit me quite unprepared back then; I felt really nauseous and bad. Looking back now, I have to smile because the iris has since become one of my favorites.
And here, it fits wonderfully into the scent profile, creating an immense powder cloud in beige, rose, lilac, white, and gray (gray is not boring, but the new black) in the most beautiful makeup manner, powder as it smells after coming into contact with the skin, slightly dusty, warm, very feminine, somehow also intimate, a very inspiring scent. (Copyright Peanut)
A slight vintage touch, classic, but I have liked that since Citizen Queen; it has something incredibly feminine, like the soft, powdery scent of a makeup bag or a well-used lipstick, loose powder that gets distributed during application in the bathroom, almost ritualistically.
The orange blossom together with the iris is a strong full-female duo, right on the mark, only for hardcore flower lovers, puffed up by sweet-smelling jasmine; for me, it's an elite trio, sitting on the edge of the bed, inhaling the scent intensely, yes, that's how I want to smell!
I couldn't wait to test it until the next morning, even though I risked a sleepless night if it turned out to be a stinker.
Fortunately, it was not at all; it holds me extremely gallantly captive, gently tearing me apart, a milky-soft, fluffy powder dream, playful, elegant, ladylike, all the while, powdered sugar blackcurrants roll through the shimmering powder.
A hint of ground almonds and loose-fluffy vanilla adds a meltingly delicate gourmand sweetness, while the hard, beautiful iris is not robbed of its Madonna-like ruthlessness.
In fact, the iris perfectly symbolizes the essence of a woman: she has edges and corners, but also her curves. She can purr and caress us, while also being quite hard and determined in setting boundaries, with the orange blossom in the background, casually crossing her legs, her head tilted back in a languid manner, a delicate cigarette holder between her fingers, slow, lazy breaths, an amused and clever gaze that sparkles beneath black turbo lashes; she doesn't have to prove to anyone that she is a woman of the world.
But to ensure it doesn't get too erotic, dark, slightly earthy patchouli appears, warning with an upraised finger, you two need to be kept in check; jasmine just sweetly and naively hums along, take a cue from me, ladies!
In the base, the finest chocolate, of course also powdered, exudes a delicate vanilla aroma, subtly oriental, the strong sillage now very muted, a faint hint of fruit creeping in the background, only a few scattered petals remain, the presence of the iris is strongest to confirm.
So, what about Aunt Gertrude? I was allowed to borrow her from my dear colleague, who isn't really into the scent. She belongs more to the Light Blue and Mon Jasmin noir le eau exquise faction, so fresh and airy.
She immediately thought of makeup, but rather of Aunt Gertrude, a very well-groomed, elderly lady, with long, but gray and terribly thin hair, piled up into a beehive, with a thousand hair clips and barrettes, and those tortoiseshell combs that I somehow also find dreadful.
Of course, the whole procedure took place with hairstyling at a makeup table with a matching chair, with a silver brush that looks like it could groom a horse, and of course, the inevitable, design-matching hand mirror, as is proper.
I added the chocolate cravings because the powder gets lost in delicious milk chocolate filled with vanilla-almond cream. Besides, it would make Aunt Gertrude seem more human to me; otherwise, she must be quite a dry and joyless person. That wouldn't suit my dear colleague at all.
For me, the scent is definitely a bullseye in my powder- and makeup-loving heart. It also fits well with my bathroom, a well-stocked daughter branch of dm, making girls squeal and men despair; the latter always ask me incredulously if I use it all by myself or where I have hidden the two other women.
From fruity-delicious, fresh-warm, to opulent-floral, powdery-voluminous, cheeky-spicy, feminine-velvety to the cozy-fluffy and minimally oriental base, a great scent for iris and gourmand lovers.
Perfect for spring with its intoxicating nature, probably too heavy in summer, then wistfully gentle in autumn and surely glamorous gourmand in winter.
Worthy of a queen? Find out for yourself ;)
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