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Wasp vs. Butterfly
It is spring. Cheerful and highly motivated, full of anticipation for the work that the day holds, T. from T. reaches for the heavy, plastic-coated bottle.
Despite its feminine, mature-looking rounded shape, Tshajbukoshka perceives Yara as very young and will probably still look at her with heart eyes in forty years, thinking how sweet she is. Almost still a child, lovely, naive, somehow immature yet still deserving of respect. After all, respect knows no age, just like affection.
Tshajbukoshka is full of it, for Yara, the butterfly in light pink attire, who dances on the edge of wooden-Russian ostentation yet stands firm and stable.
Yara opens with a strong alcoholic note. Like with drugstore fragrances from LaRive and similar brands, one might better pinch their nose shut for a moment. Or maybe not, because the alcoholic impression is accompanied by a sweet little fruit. Tangerine, mandarin, who knows. Without a cheat sheet (aka fragrance pyramid), one could almost interpret any slightly overly sweet citrus fruit here.
Speaking of "fragrance pyramid": This one promises original musk and oud. In the background, there is indeed something to sense that makes the fragrance and its progression two-dimensional and gives it a bit more depth, but... this mention is somewhat redundant, as you only notice it if you hold your nose so close to your wrist that others, expecting a stench, are probably glad to be wearing a mask and not catching any of it.
However, you do get something from Yara. With the lightness of a butterfly's wingbeat, the top note fades away, making way for a heart of cake with vanilla cream pudding between the layers of dough. This impression is likely due to heliotrope, often called the "vanilla flower."
Aside from that, Tshajbukoshka smells like cake batter, fluffy, light cake batter that serves well as a coating for the cream in between.
Marshmallow and gourmand lovers could find great joy in this, as could diabetics.
The tropical notes waft in the form of sugared canned fruits, here to stay.
So it is not surprising that Yara, when applied in the morning/early afternoon, is still present in the evening.
Sometimes, in winter, Tshajbukoshka sprays a little more in the late afternoon. However, in warm temperatures, Yara seems to want to linger longer, which is why she may not become a companion for summer.
Here, one could be overwhelmed by "mugginess."
But here and now, it is spring - and Yara fits perfectly into it, like a butterfly awakening from hibernation.
When it does, by the way, it is a particularly great reason to rejoice here in the country. Because in Germany, it is too cold for most butterflies to hibernate.
What does Yara have to do with the title? The occasion for today's review and the statement was the following situation:
Sitting in the kitchen at the laptop, stroking one of the cats that had made itself comfortable on Tshajbukoshka's lap, Tshajbukoshka noticed a buzzing. It came from a wasp, a mutant wasp, blin! The creature was about three cm long. Whoa. How did it get in here? Through the insect screen in the kitchen, hardly.
Tshajbukoshka thought: Gaaaanz calm. If I don't move, maybe it will fly away and not notice me.
The wasp apparently had other plans and was flying straight towards Tshajbukoshka.
Tshajbukoshka, an allergy sufferer to wasp stings, pressed her lips together as a precaution and unfortunately immediately began to squeak in panic. The little cat on her lap flattened its ears and jumped off the chair.
Tshajbukoshka thought: Please, please, go away and don’t sting us, only to immediately jump up and run around the apartment in a panic, much to the displeasure of the cats.
The good thing: The fat wasp (or maybe it was a hornet) fled through the bathroom window outside, perhaps offended because it didn’t get any cake.
Although Yara fits excellently into spring and brings not only appetite but also good mood, Tshajbukoshka thinks twice about it when the wasps and hornets outside also go after butterflies.
A second time, T. from T. would probably not buy Yara either, as the alcoholic start is a bit too disturbing and speaks against the quality that would be worth repurchasing or even hoarding in case of discontinuation.
However, Yara came into Tshajbukoshka's life as a gift.
And so T. from T. enjoys the presence and the motivational boost that the beautiful butterfly brings.
Despite its feminine, mature-looking rounded shape, Tshajbukoshka perceives Yara as very young and will probably still look at her with heart eyes in forty years, thinking how sweet she is. Almost still a child, lovely, naive, somehow immature yet still deserving of respect. After all, respect knows no age, just like affection.
Tshajbukoshka is full of it, for Yara, the butterfly in light pink attire, who dances on the edge of wooden-Russian ostentation yet stands firm and stable.
Yara opens with a strong alcoholic note. Like with drugstore fragrances from LaRive and similar brands, one might better pinch their nose shut for a moment. Or maybe not, because the alcoholic impression is accompanied by a sweet little fruit. Tangerine, mandarin, who knows. Without a cheat sheet (aka fragrance pyramid), one could almost interpret any slightly overly sweet citrus fruit here.
Speaking of "fragrance pyramid": This one promises original musk and oud. In the background, there is indeed something to sense that makes the fragrance and its progression two-dimensional and gives it a bit more depth, but... this mention is somewhat redundant, as you only notice it if you hold your nose so close to your wrist that others, expecting a stench, are probably glad to be wearing a mask and not catching any of it.
However, you do get something from Yara. With the lightness of a butterfly's wingbeat, the top note fades away, making way for a heart of cake with vanilla cream pudding between the layers of dough. This impression is likely due to heliotrope, often called the "vanilla flower."
Aside from that, Tshajbukoshka smells like cake batter, fluffy, light cake batter that serves well as a coating for the cream in between.
Marshmallow and gourmand lovers could find great joy in this, as could diabetics.
The tropical notes waft in the form of sugared canned fruits, here to stay.
So it is not surprising that Yara, when applied in the morning/early afternoon, is still present in the evening.
Sometimes, in winter, Tshajbukoshka sprays a little more in the late afternoon. However, in warm temperatures, Yara seems to want to linger longer, which is why she may not become a companion for summer.
Here, one could be overwhelmed by "mugginess."
But here and now, it is spring - and Yara fits perfectly into it, like a butterfly awakening from hibernation.
When it does, by the way, it is a particularly great reason to rejoice here in the country. Because in Germany, it is too cold for most butterflies to hibernate.
What does Yara have to do with the title? The occasion for today's review and the statement was the following situation:
Sitting in the kitchen at the laptop, stroking one of the cats that had made itself comfortable on Tshajbukoshka's lap, Tshajbukoshka noticed a buzzing. It came from a wasp, a mutant wasp, blin! The creature was about three cm long. Whoa. How did it get in here? Through the insect screen in the kitchen, hardly.
Tshajbukoshka thought: Gaaaanz calm. If I don't move, maybe it will fly away and not notice me.
The wasp apparently had other plans and was flying straight towards Tshajbukoshka.
Tshajbukoshka, an allergy sufferer to wasp stings, pressed her lips together as a precaution and unfortunately immediately began to squeak in panic. The little cat on her lap flattened its ears and jumped off the chair.
Tshajbukoshka thought: Please, please, go away and don’t sting us, only to immediately jump up and run around the apartment in a panic, much to the displeasure of the cats.
The good thing: The fat wasp (or maybe it was a hornet) fled through the bathroom window outside, perhaps offended because it didn’t get any cake.
Although Yara fits excellently into spring and brings not only appetite but also good mood, Tshajbukoshka thinks twice about it when the wasps and hornets outside also go after butterflies.
A second time, T. from T. would probably not buy Yara either, as the alcoholic start is a bit too disturbing and speaks against the quality that would be worth repurchasing or even hoarding in case of discontinuation.
However, Yara came into Tshajbukoshka's life as a gift.
And so T. from T. enjoys the presence and the motivational boost that the beautiful butterfly brings.
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Seit ich letztes Jahr von einer Wespe gestochen wurde, habe ich Panik vor einer möglichen Allergie… versteh dich da vollkommen. Eine bestätigte Allergie macht unbeschwerte Sommerfreuden nicht gerade einfach.