Top Notes 
Red berries
Blackcurrant
Heart Notes 
Jasmine
Ylang-ylang
Rose
Angelica
Base Notes 
Ambergris
Sandalwood
Musk
Bourbon vanilla
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Regal Vanilla and Unrequited Love
I sought out Vocalise Extravagante blindly from Chanel No. 23. Thank you once again. I expected a lovely, berry-like opening, a harmonious, floral heart, and ultimately a warm, amber base crowned with the finest Bourbon vanilla. In short, a fragrance that perfectly fits my taste, one that would make me lick all ten fingers.
Unfortunately, it presents itself to me differently than expected, but still beautifully.
The opening is characterized by berries, but has nothing to do with the fruity notes I know so far. It is a tart fruit, without flesh. More like the slightly firm skin and somewhat sour. It has nothing cheerful or lovely about it. Immediately, an image of currants and red fruits comes to mind, but not in the wild, rather served in a silver, richly decorated bowl. Like one would find in an aristocratic family at breakfast or in a very noble hotel. One immediately knows this is special, it demands appreciation.
After the slightly fresh, sour, and noble opening, it soon transitions into the opulent floral heart. The transition is quite harmonious, the flowers gently unfold. At first, one might still perceive slightly green nuances, nestled between soft, voluminous petals, a languid, sensual cream.
At first, I see myself strolling through artfully arranged flower beds, perhaps from a castle garden. The sun is shining, occasionally the wind picks up, it is neither hot nor cold, but just right.
But this image blurs, and with the onset of jasmine and ylang-ylang, I find myself in a stuffy, hot greenhouse. The flowers exude a captivating and almost narcotic scent. Dusk is slowly spreading. The ambiance feels almost surreal. Beautiful, waxy flowers reflect the last rays of sunshine. Occasionally, a magnificent, midnight blue butterfly flutters by. A promising atmosphere, anything can happen. Everything looks calm, yet something powerful and radiant pulses and vibrates here.
It is just like in those cheesy romance novels that I used to devour. The first ball, the handsome heir of the count, the festive atmosphere, the first dance, the intoxicating feeling, the excitement, the racing heart. After dancing, one is heated and exhilarated from the sensory overload. The grand doors of the ballroom stand open, the refreshing coolness and protection from curious glances beckons, in the form of the sprawling garden, which lies mysteriously in the dark.
Happy and with racing hearts, the young couple stumbles between the dark bushes to deepen their acquaintance, in whatever way.
This exuberant feeling is conveyed by the heart note. Yet it always remains outrageously elegant and refined. The longed-for vanilla emerges from behind the floral curtains and shows the first dance steps. A warm, sweet hint of velvety softness. It smells slightly of freshly baked waffles, although it is not edible. It integrates wonderfully into the circle of flowers. Graceful and natural.
The base notes skillfully present and fix the fragrance. They breathe exquisite warmth into it, simultaneously creating space, enriching, and displaying remarkable endurance. After six hours, the vanilla has nestled in beautifully, accompanied by a cinnamon-like, warm spice, soft and fluffy. Here, I really like the scent, if it weren't for this matronly floral note. It seems to watch over the vanilla, like a strict governess. Ensuring that the vanilla only shows its soft curves, its silky hair, and does not fully exploit its charms. Such a pity. I do not find myself in this fragrance; it seems a few sizes too big for me.
This is the cruelest form of love, the unexpected. I would have loved to adore Vocalise Extravagante, its creamy, warm vanilla, and the radiant abundance of flowers. Yet the latter repels me. It feels mercilessly cultivated and refined, and I do not feel comfortable; I cannot do it justice yet.
Definitely worthy of a Grace Kelly or Evita Peron. It also carries a wistful nostalgia within, the shine of a bygone era. A fragrance for lovesick women, how true. I can easily imagine it on the freshly in love and carefree Rose, as she laughs with her Jack while fleeing through the engine room of the Titanic. Touching and wonderful, unfortunately not for me. I miss something cheeky, provocative, even if it’s just a sly wink.
Still, I like it. Just not on me. But on a woman who possesses the necessary maturity and charisma. I spontaneously bequeathed it to my mother, who immediately embraced it in her heart. She was also pleased with the beautiful bottle, which looks great on the shelf and enriches the collection visually. The spray mist is very fine and well dosed. The sillage is quite strong and fades slowly. The longevity is unparalleled. Sprayed on at noon, I still perceive it the next morning. Smoky vanilla, beautifully ambered, now even very sexy. Ultimately a dream, but I cannot and do not want to wait a day for that. I think the fragrance can be worn all year round and for any occasion. A special luxury that a woman can indulge in every day.
Because every day counts.
Unfortunately, it presents itself to me differently than expected, but still beautifully.
The opening is characterized by berries, but has nothing to do with the fruity notes I know so far. It is a tart fruit, without flesh. More like the slightly firm skin and somewhat sour. It has nothing cheerful or lovely about it. Immediately, an image of currants and red fruits comes to mind, but not in the wild, rather served in a silver, richly decorated bowl. Like one would find in an aristocratic family at breakfast or in a very noble hotel. One immediately knows this is special, it demands appreciation.
After the slightly fresh, sour, and noble opening, it soon transitions into the opulent floral heart. The transition is quite harmonious, the flowers gently unfold. At first, one might still perceive slightly green nuances, nestled between soft, voluminous petals, a languid, sensual cream.
At first, I see myself strolling through artfully arranged flower beds, perhaps from a castle garden. The sun is shining, occasionally the wind picks up, it is neither hot nor cold, but just right.
But this image blurs, and with the onset of jasmine and ylang-ylang, I find myself in a stuffy, hot greenhouse. The flowers exude a captivating and almost narcotic scent. Dusk is slowly spreading. The ambiance feels almost surreal. Beautiful, waxy flowers reflect the last rays of sunshine. Occasionally, a magnificent, midnight blue butterfly flutters by. A promising atmosphere, anything can happen. Everything looks calm, yet something powerful and radiant pulses and vibrates here.
It is just like in those cheesy romance novels that I used to devour. The first ball, the handsome heir of the count, the festive atmosphere, the first dance, the intoxicating feeling, the excitement, the racing heart. After dancing, one is heated and exhilarated from the sensory overload. The grand doors of the ballroom stand open, the refreshing coolness and protection from curious glances beckons, in the form of the sprawling garden, which lies mysteriously in the dark.
Happy and with racing hearts, the young couple stumbles between the dark bushes to deepen their acquaintance, in whatever way.
This exuberant feeling is conveyed by the heart note. Yet it always remains outrageously elegant and refined. The longed-for vanilla emerges from behind the floral curtains and shows the first dance steps. A warm, sweet hint of velvety softness. It smells slightly of freshly baked waffles, although it is not edible. It integrates wonderfully into the circle of flowers. Graceful and natural.
The base notes skillfully present and fix the fragrance. They breathe exquisite warmth into it, simultaneously creating space, enriching, and displaying remarkable endurance. After six hours, the vanilla has nestled in beautifully, accompanied by a cinnamon-like, warm spice, soft and fluffy. Here, I really like the scent, if it weren't for this matronly floral note. It seems to watch over the vanilla, like a strict governess. Ensuring that the vanilla only shows its soft curves, its silky hair, and does not fully exploit its charms. Such a pity. I do not find myself in this fragrance; it seems a few sizes too big for me.
This is the cruelest form of love, the unexpected. I would have loved to adore Vocalise Extravagante, its creamy, warm vanilla, and the radiant abundance of flowers. Yet the latter repels me. It feels mercilessly cultivated and refined, and I do not feel comfortable; I cannot do it justice yet.
Definitely worthy of a Grace Kelly or Evita Peron. It also carries a wistful nostalgia within, the shine of a bygone era. A fragrance for lovesick women, how true. I can easily imagine it on the freshly in love and carefree Rose, as she laughs with her Jack while fleeing through the engine room of the Titanic. Touching and wonderful, unfortunately not for me. I miss something cheeky, provocative, even if it’s just a sly wink.
Still, I like it. Just not on me. But on a woman who possesses the necessary maturity and charisma. I spontaneously bequeathed it to my mother, who immediately embraced it in her heart. She was also pleased with the beautiful bottle, which looks great on the shelf and enriches the collection visually. The spray mist is very fine and well dosed. The sillage is quite strong and fades slowly. The longevity is unparalleled. Sprayed on at noon, I still perceive it the next morning. Smoky vanilla, beautifully ambered, now even very sexy. Ultimately a dream, but I cannot and do not want to wait a day for that. I think the fragrance can be worn all year round and for any occasion. A special luxury that a woman can indulge in every day.
Because every day counts.
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