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La Grande Dame de Vanille or Miss Fisher on a Secret Mission
Once again, the numerous reviews on Parfumo have tempted me to test a fragrance. Sometimes, the general consensus on Parfumo does not match my taste at all.
I was particularly curious about ANI, as I find it difficult to find a good green fragrance. Often, green scents are too harsh for me and thus too masculine. So what can I expect here?
That doesn’t mean I don’t like harsh and/or masculine scents. From time to time, I enjoy rummaging through my husband’s perfume cabinet. And not just on vacation do I sometimes reach for a men’s fragrance, for example, when I’ve forgotten my own perfume - oops, that’s happened before - or when I simply don’t feel like the fragrances offered at the Duty Free shop. I am particularly drawn to sweet men’s perfumes. My favorite men’s fragrance is Lolita Lempicka Au Masculin. Who would have thought?
Additionally, I share an oud fragrance with my husband. Yes, you read that right, an oud fragrance. Okay, to be fair, it’s unisex with a subtle touch of masculinity. In my other reviews about oud fragrances, I was searching for MY oud fragrance. And yes, I have finally found MY oud fragrance, but it is not listed here on Parfumo.
Enough digression, now it’s time to test ANI:
Upon the first spray, the question immediately comes to mind: Wow, what is this? Confusion, disbelief - no idea. Did I pick the wrong perfume?
I can’t recognize any individual scent note at first. Instead, I only perceive a strong medicinal start. This is probably the infamous green opening.
Phew. Quite intense and to be honest, I can’t make sense of it at all right now.
With ANI, the medicinal, almost menthol-like opening note also has a sharp green undertone - probably the mix of ginger and pink pepper embedded in the green notes. Could the menthol element come from cardamom? It doesn’t smell unpleasant. But do I really want to smell like a doctor’s office? This has already been discussed enough with BR 540.
After a while, a citrus-berry-floral accord joins in - really just a hint. I can’t pick out the rose and the currants. Instead, the medicinal scent fades away.
Voilá. Now it gets really exciting. Because the vanilla sneaks up quietly from behind (really mean - sulk, sulk) and gently taps me on the shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. At least that’s what I thought. But this vanilla is not cloyingly sweet. She is a noble Grande Dame de Vanille. I am fascinated and even more confused. No idea why, but I can’t help but think of Miss Fisher - the clever detective from the Australian crime series who solves her cases with charm, chutzpah, and know-how. Did she hide at the beginning on a secret mission?
Madame Vanille - Miss Fisher - gradually becomes stronger, and the tête-à-tête with Monsieur Vert - Inspector Jack - enriches the composition with an exotic touch. Madame Vanille is by no means a young, sweet lady. No, small and sweet she is truly not. Rather, she knows what she wants and how to get it. Always dressed in her extravagant gowns, suitable for any occasion. And the little silver pistol is elegantly hidden in the garter under her sexy dress when necessary. What does she have planned?
And before I can fully grasp the situation, the composition slowly softens, and other components join in. I think I catch a hint of the benzoin note, which gently wraps around my shoulders like a feather boa. It caresses my delicate white skin. It’s getting cozy. I keep sniffing at my wrist. This can’t be the scent from the beginning, can it? Miss Fisher throws me seductive glances. A wink. A flutter of the eyelashes.
Noble and delicate, the scent flatters my nose - soft patchouli embedded in a woody amber-musk bed. I awaken from a seductive dream; reality begins to take shape again. The veil over my eyes disappears, and I see in disbelief how Madame casually and elegantly strides away on her high heels. The feather boa sways in time with her steps, trailing a tail of unique vanilla behind her. She leaves me behind. Confused. What was that unexpectedly seductive appearance? A distraction?
I still desperately try to hold on to the remaining hint of the unique scent trail. The fragrance settles on my skin - becoming more and more intimate and then slowly fading away - gone - out and over!
Conclusion:
For me, a charming fragrance, once I’ve overcome the shock at the beginning. It is refreshingly different to be able to sniff a not-so-sweet vanilla.
Unfortunately, for me, the sillage and longevity are not as good as described here and do not match the extravagant vanilla. This beautiful scent fades away far too quickly on my skin.
What a pity. I can only dream of it and binge-watch a Miss Fisher episode or simply reapply!
I was particularly curious about ANI, as I find it difficult to find a good green fragrance. Often, green scents are too harsh for me and thus too masculine. So what can I expect here?
That doesn’t mean I don’t like harsh and/or masculine scents. From time to time, I enjoy rummaging through my husband’s perfume cabinet. And not just on vacation do I sometimes reach for a men’s fragrance, for example, when I’ve forgotten my own perfume - oops, that’s happened before - or when I simply don’t feel like the fragrances offered at the Duty Free shop. I am particularly drawn to sweet men’s perfumes. My favorite men’s fragrance is Lolita Lempicka Au Masculin. Who would have thought?
Additionally, I share an oud fragrance with my husband. Yes, you read that right, an oud fragrance. Okay, to be fair, it’s unisex with a subtle touch of masculinity. In my other reviews about oud fragrances, I was searching for MY oud fragrance. And yes, I have finally found MY oud fragrance, but it is not listed here on Parfumo.
Enough digression, now it’s time to test ANI:
Upon the first spray, the question immediately comes to mind: Wow, what is this? Confusion, disbelief - no idea. Did I pick the wrong perfume?
I can’t recognize any individual scent note at first. Instead, I only perceive a strong medicinal start. This is probably the infamous green opening.
Phew. Quite intense and to be honest, I can’t make sense of it at all right now.
With ANI, the medicinal, almost menthol-like opening note also has a sharp green undertone - probably the mix of ginger and pink pepper embedded in the green notes. Could the menthol element come from cardamom? It doesn’t smell unpleasant. But do I really want to smell like a doctor’s office? This has already been discussed enough with BR 540.
After a while, a citrus-berry-floral accord joins in - really just a hint. I can’t pick out the rose and the currants. Instead, the medicinal scent fades away.
Voilá. Now it gets really exciting. Because the vanilla sneaks up quietly from behind (really mean - sulk, sulk) and gently taps me on the shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. At least that’s what I thought. But this vanilla is not cloyingly sweet. She is a noble Grande Dame de Vanille. I am fascinated and even more confused. No idea why, but I can’t help but think of Miss Fisher - the clever detective from the Australian crime series who solves her cases with charm, chutzpah, and know-how. Did she hide at the beginning on a secret mission?
Madame Vanille - Miss Fisher - gradually becomes stronger, and the tête-à-tête with Monsieur Vert - Inspector Jack - enriches the composition with an exotic touch. Madame Vanille is by no means a young, sweet lady. No, small and sweet she is truly not. Rather, she knows what she wants and how to get it. Always dressed in her extravagant gowns, suitable for any occasion. And the little silver pistol is elegantly hidden in the garter under her sexy dress when necessary. What does she have planned?
And before I can fully grasp the situation, the composition slowly softens, and other components join in. I think I catch a hint of the benzoin note, which gently wraps around my shoulders like a feather boa. It caresses my delicate white skin. It’s getting cozy. I keep sniffing at my wrist. This can’t be the scent from the beginning, can it? Miss Fisher throws me seductive glances. A wink. A flutter of the eyelashes.
Noble and delicate, the scent flatters my nose - soft patchouli embedded in a woody amber-musk bed. I awaken from a seductive dream; reality begins to take shape again. The veil over my eyes disappears, and I see in disbelief how Madame casually and elegantly strides away on her high heels. The feather boa sways in time with her steps, trailing a tail of unique vanilla behind her. She leaves me behind. Confused. What was that unexpectedly seductive appearance? A distraction?
I still desperately try to hold on to the remaining hint of the unique scent trail. The fragrance settles on my skin - becoming more and more intimate and then slowly fading away - gone - out and over!
Conclusion:
For me, a charming fragrance, once I’ve overcome the shock at the beginning. It is refreshingly different to be able to sniff a not-so-sweet vanilla.
Unfortunately, for me, the sillage and longevity are not as good as described here and do not match the extravagant vanilla. This beautiful scent fades away far too quickly on my skin.
What a pity. I can only dream of it and binge-watch a Miss Fisher episode or simply reapply!
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Condorpilot1 4 years ago
I finally tested it in a perfume shop last week after a long search, and I think it’s a vanilla bomb, which it really isn’t :)
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