Just Cavalli I Love Her Roberto Cavalli 2010

Today in Aachen. Something around 30 degrees, but an unpleasant warmth. What you would call oppressive here. I'm happily toiling away at a comfortable 23 degrees with air conditioning, accompanied by Florabotanica. The perfume is on point.

Just in time for the evening bell, the sky opens up. Mr. Thunder grumbles, the clouds weep, and the temperature drops. Meanwhile, I'm practicing for the Miss Wet T-Shirt Contest at the bus stop in a white blouse. With me, Florabotanica. The perfume is on point. Hours later, the caterpillar finally crawls up the road, and I stand dry, smelling around me and wondering what the hell is going on with Florabotanica. I had no idea it could develop so creamy. And exotic, and I'm quite amazed.

But something keeps making me stumble mentally. Until I realize I don't smell myself at all. This warm, exotic, creamy fruity vacation scent is not Florabotanica, which should have been clear to me right away, but who knows, when it rains after dry heat, everything always smells very intense. The reason I think I smell myself was, of course, the extreme closeness of the scent and because I own it myself. It hits me like raindrops from my eyelashes: "Oh wow, that's Cavalli, I love her!"

Crazy. I totally love it when you perceive scents through someone else's sillage. It's a bit like seeing yourself with foreign eyes, from the outside.
Scents can sometimes smell completely different in their sillage, sometimes similar, but still more interesting than in the microcosm we are in here. "Yes, a drop of mandarin and three drops of heliotrope, a bit artificial overall."
What I smelled on the bus simply captivated me anew. What a wonderful fruity (indefinable, hence the term water fruits, I have to think, there must be dragon fruit in the scent, not because it would be a water fruit or because I smell it, no, because it smells like the dragon fruit looks, absolutely creamy vacation scent) warm, flattering, cheerful. A bit delicious, a bit Aloha, without Tahiti.

If I hadn't known what it was, I would have sniffed out the source and squeezed it. The funny thing is that during my tidying up, I had sorted out the Cavalli because it seemed too chaotic and piercing to me after spraying, and because I find the bottle so hideously ugly, and several scents have indeed been disqualified by me because of their bottles. But the fact that it smells so wonderfully beautiful has reignited my interest. Mistakes are ugly.

Sillage: I would have rated it more from loud to skin-close, but either the wearer over-sprayed or the sillage is more expansive than I thought.
Type: fruity creamy, not transparent, but also not too heavy
Wearer: the darker summer type aka Jennifer Aniston
Longevity: above average