At the back of the musty cellar, behind the heavy door...
Right after spraying, you find yourself in the damp cellar of an old villa. Herbaceous, musty mandarin radiates from the wrist, vintage DNA makes the scent of an old, once magnificent villa perfect. So I remain (thankfully, imaginatively) in the musty cellar for about 10 minutes, wondering why this perfume is so hyped. Then slowly and hesitantly, a hint emerges that at the end of this cellar's corridor, there could be a vanilla. It sparkles subtly from the herbaceous, spicy darkness and lures me closer. I get closer to it over the following minutes. And with a bang, the door opens and a magnificent, sparkling, warm amber room comes into view. Opulently fruity-sweet, even slightly powdery vanilla evokes the association of soft, rich golden amber. I turn around in the room and this amber vanilla appears more beautiful, powerful, and richer to me. Where the musty mandarin was in the initially described cellar, now there are freshly peeled mandarins with shaved lemon zest, and the juice of ripe oranges mixes with the vanilla into a soft, deep, viscous syrup. Oh, I never want to leave this sparkling, warm, impressive amber room. I don't have to, because this perfume radiates this enchanting, opulent scent from my wrist well into the evening hours. Time and again, it draws me back into the amber room. Then in bed at night, after 10 hours on my wrist, such a soft vanilla can be perceived, like in hardly any other perfume. Still so full-bodied and soft, so enchanting and tempting, the vanilla accompanies me into sleep, now without the fresh lemons, yet still with warm orange, and I actually dream of an amber room that night...
The vanilla at the end is also gorgeous for me.