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Heavy storm warning on a lonely beach
Get away from me! That's the unanimous opinion of my surroundings, after having sprayed myself with this blue liquid after a strenuous working day far away from the sea, sun and beach with "Sailing Day".
To be honest, I was very careful, the dose was rather low. But I think this is where Calone 1951 strikes with full force. It's more the synthetic leg than the olfactory transport to that holiday feeling. But as a fragrance Calone is actually my favourite, this sea blue, artificial aquatic. L'Eau d'Issey and this calone watermelon lightness as the epitome of the 1990s was my dream. And what is this? Where's my sea noise?
The advertising wants me to connect the squeaky blue water with the sea, the jump into the freezing cold sea, the day on the sailing ship. And my brain is programmed for it, for those sky-blue, clear laundry scents, the fresh and light. And here?
The calone here has nothing to do with watermelon. The scent makes an incredibly brutal start. It's like inhaling a bottle of hairspray. My lungs are choked with horror. Pretty soon something eucalyptus-like appears, i.e. association with a cold and breathing through or again a rather physically exhausting lung function. The sea is infinitely far away. Now the brackish water appears on my skin. Maybe I smell like this when I have spent several days in the sea, more dead than alive? Something fishy, like in "Womanity", comes to mind. So more like crab puffs than beach club. In the end, there is something artificial on my skin with cold incense and ambroxane/molecule 1 associations. This is the "clear" fragrance of the present: nothing aquatic like "Cool Water", but lonely walking in the sense of Serge Luten's "Orpheline". It works on the skin. But for me it has more of a melancholy than a lightness. But that's exactly what I actually like. But here only this hint of metallic peculiarity with brine remains in the finish, as if I have fresh, raw fish in the kitchen right now. Not unpleasant, but strange
My search for the perfect sea scent is not over yet. Unfortunately. Will this Maison Margiela fragrance make me happy? There she stands, the lonely woman on the beach, staring into the distance. On her clothes the remains of the blue perfume, a brackish water with brine and metallic blood (that really doesn't smell like fabric softener à la Acqua die Gio/ia to my nose). On the skin the melancholy of "Orpheline". Actually I like it, I tell myself. And there the brackish water is already gone again in the fog.
Film: The Piano, The French Lieutenant's Women
Song: Le Plat Peys (Welcome to the Sch'tis on the journey to the "bleak north"!)
Flacon: Looks great. The blue, clear water is deceptive Mood: The melancholy of existentialist exhibitions when I stroll through art galleries in Scandinavia. This is the closest I get to the sea.
Possible similarities to Sel Marin from Heeley. Unisex and with me not as strong as Tom Ford Costa Azzura, which I found rather too "masculine". Has nothing to do with suntan lotion scents. Nothing floral. It's better to test it first. Blindbuy with me, but I don't regret it.
To be honest, I was very careful, the dose was rather low. But I think this is where Calone 1951 strikes with full force. It's more the synthetic leg than the olfactory transport to that holiday feeling. But as a fragrance Calone is actually my favourite, this sea blue, artificial aquatic. L'Eau d'Issey and this calone watermelon lightness as the epitome of the 1990s was my dream. And what is this? Where's my sea noise?
The advertising wants me to connect the squeaky blue water with the sea, the jump into the freezing cold sea, the day on the sailing ship. And my brain is programmed for it, for those sky-blue, clear laundry scents, the fresh and light. And here?
The calone here has nothing to do with watermelon. The scent makes an incredibly brutal start. It's like inhaling a bottle of hairspray. My lungs are choked with horror. Pretty soon something eucalyptus-like appears, i.e. association with a cold and breathing through or again a rather physically exhausting lung function. The sea is infinitely far away. Now the brackish water appears on my skin. Maybe I smell like this when I have spent several days in the sea, more dead than alive? Something fishy, like in "Womanity", comes to mind. So more like crab puffs than beach club. In the end, there is something artificial on my skin with cold incense and ambroxane/molecule 1 associations. This is the "clear" fragrance of the present: nothing aquatic like "Cool Water", but lonely walking in the sense of Serge Luten's "Orpheline". It works on the skin. But for me it has more of a melancholy than a lightness. But that's exactly what I actually like. But here only this hint of metallic peculiarity with brine remains in the finish, as if I have fresh, raw fish in the kitchen right now. Not unpleasant, but strange
My search for the perfect sea scent is not over yet. Unfortunately. Will this Maison Margiela fragrance make me happy? There she stands, the lonely woman on the beach, staring into the distance. On her clothes the remains of the blue perfume, a brackish water with brine and metallic blood (that really doesn't smell like fabric softener à la Acqua die Gio/ia to my nose). On the skin the melancholy of "Orpheline". Actually I like it, I tell myself. And there the brackish water is already gone again in the fog.
Film: The Piano, The French Lieutenant's Women
Song: Le Plat Peys (Welcome to the Sch'tis on the journey to the "bleak north"!)
Flacon: Looks great. The blue, clear water is deceptive Mood: The melancholy of existentialist exhibitions when I stroll through art galleries in Scandinavia. This is the closest I get to the sea.
Possible similarities to Sel Marin from Heeley. Unisex and with me not as strong as Tom Ford Costa Azzura, which I found rather too "masculine". Has nothing to do with suntan lotion scents. Nothing floral. It's better to test it first. Blindbuy with me, but I don't regret it.
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