Marbert Woman Marbert 1987

A very distinguished and very francophile family friend always raved about "Marbähr" scents, letting the "R" roll off his tongue in a very French way.

My childhood ears absorbed the sound, as I wanted to own something so exclusive one day.

And when I was a proud owner of pocket money, so to speak swimming in money, I set off, determined to get myself the French treasure.

I discovered "Marbert" - Düsseldorf - and was a bit unsure. Parfum Oil made in France was still written on the box.
Could it be Marbähr?
The saleswoman freed me from my embarrassment by casually saying: Aha, Marbert for the young lady?

At home, I sprayed it curiously, and I was instantly fond of the recommendation again.
Even if the scent came from the neighboring town, it hit my scent center perfectly.

Why look far away - see, the good lies so close!

Although I had little fragrance experience at the time, I could already recognize that there was quality in the bottle.
However, it was still a bit too grown-up for my delicate age.

So I was even more delighted when I discovered it yesterday in a box.
Completely intact - and very convincing!

I found this unabashed scent fullness exhilarating.

Orange blossom and bergamot unfold immediately, lush and captivating.
The iris root sets a dark counterpoint against which the jasmine shines brightly.
Patchouli is finely balanced and harmonizes excellently with the vanilla.

A generous scent composition that brings the 80s back to life before my eyes.

Despite its volume, the scent is in no way intrusive; it merely makes a clear statement - one that speaks of elegance and bohemia.

But as so often, the prophet is not valued in his own land, and that alone explains why the scent leads a shadowy existence here.

In any case, I am grateful to the family friend for this advice.