Balahé Léonard 1983 Eau de Toilette

To begin with, it's hard to believe the luck that accompanies me on many a hunt for vintage fragrances on ebay.

8 x 5 ml vintage bottle = Vintage Balahe 40 ml, for which one would often have to reach seeeehr tiiieeef in the pocket. What I have but so far denied me.
Believe it or not, these 8 x 5 ml flacons offered the seller for 42 €, with the option to make a price proposal.

One believes it even less, my price proposal of 35 € has accepted this seller and I can now 8 x 5 ml of the Balahe Vintage version, since one week call my own.
Uuuuand, not a single one of the eight bottles tipped. No vinegar, no Maggi or other unpleasant surprises.

The funny thing is that I actually only had a very vague memory of this dream scent. I had never owned the fragrance itself, have no memory ever consciously in a perfumery department to have sniffed, but nevertheless I have him as something very special in memory, outstanding so to speak.

Why, from where, why, I don't know.

I do not belong to the trained noses in the position the individual components of the fragrance pyramid olfactory to be able to klamüsern apart.
What I certainly perceive is the plum.
I personally perceive Balahe in its entirety neither particularly fruity, but balsamic, creamy, vanilla, sandalwood and indeed in top form. Absolutely round, soft, sensual, gentle with a delicate unsugary sweetness.

Also, I personally would not call him a classic Oriental, but rather locate in exotic realms. The typical spicy of an Oriental does not sound in my nose.
Rather gentle South Sea waves, serene, friendly and peaceful people on white powder beaches, framed by palm trees, colorful exotic flowers and soft, calypso music ala Harry Belafonte.

Haaaach Balahe, glad that vague memory was so confirmed when I opened your beautiful flacon body and wet my skin with you.
Actually, almost a shame to have to keep you in the fridge. The most unthinkable environment for such a fragrance as you. But rest assured, it's for your own good, and mine, of course. So we can have some more exhilarating moments together.

Balahe, nothing reaches like you, you are simply incomparable. Why did you have to disappear from the market? A tragedy beyond compare.