Top Notes 
Vanilla
Orchid
Heart Notes 
Vanilla blossom
Base Notes 
Caramel
AnnaMariee
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AnnaMariee
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Superpower
I have a bit of a problem. I love perfume, yes, that's no surprise, after all, I'm registered here and spend quite a lot - too much - time here every day. I look forward to every letter and every decant I've ordered. But sometimes I don't just love perfume, I need it. My heart races and I have only one thought: buy perfume, buy, buy. Budget? Who cares, 100 euros for a new perfume is already in the cards. Oh, and I need this. And that. And that. I can't think of anything else. I think this is how addicts feel. And I know what's behind it. Not my love for perfume, this pure, innocent, curious, and playful love. But something else in my life that isn't quite right - and that should be suppressed through buying perfume and the associated dopamine.
Yesterday was one of those days again. I was in the niche perfumery, wanting to "just look," but I already knew it would be more because life is being very, very cruel to people I love. I walked out with two new perfumes, one of which... yes, now we finally get to the point :) - Ligne St Barth Vanille West Indies. But not just that: the bag contained countless samples. From Penhaligons, Jasmine was included and Arthur. From Molton Brown and Amouage. Once home, I did NOT dedicate myself to my new bottles. No, I sprayed the samples like crazy and was already thinking about the next purchase. Buy, buy, buy. Addiction. Covering up the crap that's happening outside. I kept sniffing my arms: The Jasmine is the one. I actually don't like it at all, it's just smoke. But, my inner addict voice says: "At least it’s said in the forum that it generates so many compliments." An argument that wouldn't impress me in the least if I were in my right mind. I also want "Dia," after all, it smells like Dove. I sniff to the right, where the Jasmine becomes smokier, up to the right, where Gingerlily from Molton Brown spreads a clean creaminess.
To be completely honest, none of them really convince me, but that's not the point. I definitely plan to go back to the niche perfumery the next day, knowing that it’s bad for my wallet, that I will regret it - and that there are "healthier" solutions for a bad mood. The fact that I haven't even unpacked the perfumes I bought speaks volumes. They are already uninteresting for the addicted version of me. Well, I think to myself, I’ll just spray a bit of it on, more like an alibi. I take the Ligne St. Barth.
I know how it smells, my decant is completely used up. It’s an incredibly dense, oily vanilla, whose sweetness has a hint of the caramelized sugar crust on a crème brûlée. It’s not pure caramel, but a smoky caramel. Despite all the yummy ingredients and associations, Vanille West Indies doesn’t smell like the typical gourmand we want to bite into. I think the orchid and the underlying smoky note are the reason for that.
Well, I spray it on, one spray to the right under my earlobe, one to the left - my arms are already full with the samples. I walk back and forth a bit, plan the visit to the niche perfumery, surf on eBay, and hoard Molton Browns on my watch list. I drop a pen. I bend down to pick it up... As I sit back up, a full blast of Vanille West Indies reaches my nose. Through the sillage of the eight other scents, this oily vanilla penetrates directly into the part of my brain responsible for the craving pressure. And then it happens, which is why I decided to write a detailed review of this perfume. Within a second, no, less, within milliseconds perhaps - I suddenly feel completely calm. At that moment, I know: I don’t need any other perfume. Among all the other scents, this fragrance triggers something. While the other certainly beautiful and special perfumes reach my nose, they still do not reach my heart.
Yesterday was one of those days again. I was in the niche perfumery, wanting to "just look," but I already knew it would be more because life is being very, very cruel to people I love. I walked out with two new perfumes, one of which... yes, now we finally get to the point :) - Ligne St Barth Vanille West Indies. But not just that: the bag contained countless samples. From Penhaligons, Jasmine was included and Arthur. From Molton Brown and Amouage. Once home, I did NOT dedicate myself to my new bottles. No, I sprayed the samples like crazy and was already thinking about the next purchase. Buy, buy, buy. Addiction. Covering up the crap that's happening outside. I kept sniffing my arms: The Jasmine is the one. I actually don't like it at all, it's just smoke. But, my inner addict voice says: "At least it’s said in the forum that it generates so many compliments." An argument that wouldn't impress me in the least if I were in my right mind. I also want "Dia," after all, it smells like Dove. I sniff to the right, where the Jasmine becomes smokier, up to the right, where Gingerlily from Molton Brown spreads a clean creaminess.
To be completely honest, none of them really convince me, but that's not the point. I definitely plan to go back to the niche perfumery the next day, knowing that it’s bad for my wallet, that I will regret it - and that there are "healthier" solutions for a bad mood. The fact that I haven't even unpacked the perfumes I bought speaks volumes. They are already uninteresting for the addicted version of me. Well, I think to myself, I’ll just spray a bit of it on, more like an alibi. I take the Ligne St. Barth.
I know how it smells, my decant is completely used up. It’s an incredibly dense, oily vanilla, whose sweetness has a hint of the caramelized sugar crust on a crème brûlée. It’s not pure caramel, but a smoky caramel. Despite all the yummy ingredients and associations, Vanille West Indies doesn’t smell like the typical gourmand we want to bite into. I think the orchid and the underlying smoky note are the reason for that.
Well, I spray it on, one spray to the right under my earlobe, one to the left - my arms are already full with the samples. I walk back and forth a bit, plan the visit to the niche perfumery, surf on eBay, and hoard Molton Browns on my watch list. I drop a pen. I bend down to pick it up... As I sit back up, a full blast of Vanille West Indies reaches my nose. Through the sillage of the eight other scents, this oily vanilla penetrates directly into the part of my brain responsible for the craving pressure. And then it happens, which is why I decided to write a detailed review of this perfume. Within a second, no, less, within milliseconds perhaps - I suddenly feel completely calm. At that moment, I know: I don’t need any other perfume. Among all the other scents, this fragrance triggers something. While the other certainly beautiful and special perfumes reach my nose, they still do not reach my heart.
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