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Lillipur Tiziana Terenzi 2013

7.6 / 10 422 Ratings

A popular perfume by Tiziana Terenzi for women and men, released in 2013. The scent is spicy-woody. The longevity is above-average. It is being marketed by Cereria Terenzi Evelino.
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Main accords

Spicy

Woody

Smoky

Oriental

Sweet

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Omani frankincense

Star anise

Roman wormwood Lemon

Lemon

Heart Notes

Ceylonese cinnamon

Carnation

Sichuan pepper

Cyclamen

Galbanum

Thyme

Base Notes

Blond tobacco

Cashmere wood Amber

Amber

Benzoin

Birch

Lebanon cedar

Patchouli

Tonka bean

White musk

Perfumer

Paolo Terenzi

Ratings

Scent

7.6422 Ratings

Longevity

8.0359 Ratings

Sillage

7.5359 Ratings

Bottle

8.0328 Ratings

Value for money

6.597 Ratings

Submitted by Merlina · last update on 12/16/2025.

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Interesting Facts

The fragrance is part of the Classica collection.

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Reviews

23 in-depth fragrance descriptions

11/20/2014

7Scent 7.5Longevity 5Sillage

Drseid
828 Reviews

Drseid

Helpful Review 2

Lookout For Synthtic Blond Woods!....

Lillipur opens with vermouth-like transparent wormwood with hints of moderately hot spicy pepper. As the composition transitions to its early heart the wormwood vacates, replaced by a slightly bitter star anise that melds with a short-lived natural lemon and cedar tandem that quickly subsides to reveal the underlying synthetic blond wood accord from the base that gains intensity considerably as time passes though the fragrance's mid-section. During the late dry-down the synthetic blond woods diminish considerably, allowing the lemon and cedar to make a reappearance, now with subtle patchouli and dry tobacco support. This new lineup slowly gives way very late to slightly powdery, relatively dry benzoin-laced amber through the finish. Projection is slightly above average and longevity very good to excellent at just shy of 12 hours on skin.

I first saw the official note list to Lillipur and decided to just bite the bullet and blind buy a bottle at its relatively reasonable price point. Now having worn the composition on skin several times, I may have been a bit too quick on the draw. The vast majority of the composition is quite pleasant and right up my alley... Notes like natural smelling lemon, cedar, dry tobacco leaf and slightly hot pepper are just the kind of ingredients I look for. Wormwood is a risky ingredient for me as my skin frequently doesn't mesh with it, but here it comes off as very vermouth-like and smells great albeit extremely short-lived. So, what is the problem with Lillipur? Maybe "problematic" is a more apt descriptor of the synthetic blond woody accord in the base that dominates large portions of the key mid-section's development. I am highly confident that the accord is derived from my arch-nemesis, Cashmeran. Some love the stuff, but for me it comes off smelling synthetic and overpoweringly strong. For all I know there could be quite a few more ingredients in Lillipur that I never detected despite my best efforts due to the Cashmeran concealing them under its ever-encompassing potency. When the blond woods finally recede there really is a great composition waiting to be found in the incredible smelling late dry-down. Getting there is the challenge, however, and each individual will have to decide whether it is worth it. For me, the composition is just "good enough" to remain in my collection, but I am afraid it won't be used often. The bottom line is the $145 per 100ml bottle Lillipur has a reasonable price point per milliliter and an impressive list of ingredients, but the synthetic blond woods are just a bit too much, keeping the overall score to a "good" to "very good" 3 to 3.5 stars out of 5. Recommended to those that either enjoy Cashmeran or are not bothered by it as there really is an excellent fragrance underneath the stuff. That said, if you are sensitive to the ingredient, lookout!

11/25/2016

9.5Scent 9Longevity 8Sillage

Can777
257 Reviews

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Can777

Top Review 52

Everything

What more can be said about Lillipur?
Everyone who knows it understands that it is not of this world.
Anyone who wears it knows what it does to your soul and your thoughts.
Lillipur is the sedative of the soul, a sprayable calming agent.
It is the fragrance that embodies deceleration, a liquid slowing down of thoughts.
It is the right path, or guiding towards harmony.
It is there for you, and only for you.
It takes your face in both hands and gently kisses your forehead.
It comforts you when you cry and brings you to smile.
Lillipur is never angry, Lillipur is always the good.
It smells different to everyone, but always the same.
It takes on the form that you love most, whether dead or alive.
It makes the decision for you when you don’t know what you want.
It goes with you wherever you want.
It is always a friend and never an enemy.
It turns very small moments into very big ones.
It becomes a part of yourself and always has been.
It knows no anger or hatred.
It knows only peace and equality.

It is the scent of the pure soul.
Its time is now,...and forever.
Lillipur is not a possession, it is a gift.
It is everything you give to it!

11/17/2013

10Scent 10Longevity 10Sillage

FLUidENTITY
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Flow in the Shire

Lillipur has a Shire character. It's somehow all similar to what you know, but yet completely different. L is a scent for elves, fairies, and hobbits, and it smells of another age, an age in which people have finally understood that when the planet has given all its resources, money can't be eaten. The flow doesn't really engage with the fragrance pyramid, and that's great. I can hardly pinpoint anything specific from the scent and slap a label on it. Only the cinnamon I perceive, and that right at the beginning.

L presents itself in its completely independent way, incognito to my nose.
Yet L is so fascinatingly dense and homogeneous. The color I associate with L is strangely purple. Sounds odd? But it smells (to me) like that :) It’s also the case that it smells different on my mom than on me; on women, it becomes softer, while on me it remains spicier, but still soft and spicy.

L is enchanted. It reminds me a bit of a misty mountain range. The misty mountains represent a natural boundary to the western world. Perhaps the smoky note of L has led me to this, or maybe I subconsciously perceived the incense more strongly. But still, L doesn’t specifically wave a note of incense; it’s more a note for all, and all notes for one.

The entire scent is a tightly constructed unit. This comes across even more fascinatingly since every unit requires a multitude, here: a mutually penetrating multitude. The quality of the craftsmanship approaches that of Sycomore. L even reminds me a bit of Sycomore, but in my opinion, L is softer-spicy, while Sycomore is greener. They don’t smell the same at all, yet there are similarities. Only Sycomore is still such a spicy-woody-earthy chameleon. Both also have a gently robust foundation. Perhaps it’s the combination of pepper, tobacco, and violet.

I soon perceive the scent of pine needles, which form a soap bubble around the flow and transport it into a magical world, a completely independent world. Perhaps into that of a fairy tale forest. The top note is spicy and a bit green, I even find. In the diagram, L has not a single percentage point in green. But a bit of winter forest due to the pine needles gives L a very special note. In the further development of the scent, green no longer plays a role, but at the beginning, the flow's nose wouldn’t let go of this impression, (stubborn, silly thing ;). I think there’s a bit of lavender still present, refining the soft robust opening.

L blooms softly and a bit sweetly, albeit restrained sweet-spicy. I want to sniff out a bit of unsweetened Christmas cookies (I once baked vegan Christmas cookies and I’m reminded of them a little now :) and luckily, L smells better than my cookies tasted back then :) It’s not a sweetness as one has known it before. It’s perhaps the shadow of a sweet note, just a bit of cookie without sugar. More agave syrup than sugar. The sweetness is woven into the spice, and it doesn’t simply smell sweet from the other end of the fragrance. L always stays in front of you, it is bundled in the here and now, composed as if through a magnifying glass.

Crystallized wood, sparkling wood without self-importance enters the fragrance development. The wood has a very smooth surface; we have come out of the forest, no rough, resinous bark, no Sycomore. It’s more like morning dew, warm sparkling with gently flashing spices. A bit of firewood. We find ourselves by a stream in a deep valley, still protected by the misty mountains. In the end, the scent has disappeared and returned to the Shire.

Lillipur is the first scent, (at least I think so :) where I have given 4 times 100%.

08/20/2015

7Scent 7.5Longevity 5Sillage

Sarungal
69 Reviews

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The One True Story About Lillipur

It had always been the master classes at the Academy of Fragrance City that attracted special attention throughout the land. Were all the ingredients present? Had the goblins hoarded enough lavender, pruned the incense bushes in time, and prepared the precious iris roots in a professional manner?
Professor Olfaktio Galbanus Nosewise did not concern himself with such trivialities. His goal was to initiate the students into the high art of perfumery - a rather demanding undertaking, not least given the ethnic diversity that thrived in his laboratory. Preliminary exams, various tests, and the dreaded internship at the alchemical faculty had already drastically reduced the number of participants: A mere six students had recommended themselves for the master class - and were now grappling with the task that Professor Nosewise had set for them to conclude: “Create a perfume that reconciles opposites and reflects the diversity of our country. The clock is ticking - starting now!”
Blumilas wore his typical haughty expression as he gathered lemon essence, birch sap, pepper, and thyme from the shelves with pointed fingers. “Stupid elf, stupid,” muttered Par’Feng, who prided himself on being the first and only G’Ork to pass the entrance exam at the academy. He would show Blumilas where the pepper grows - he thought grimly as he confidently reached for cinnamon and the jar labeled “Incense; unholy.” Meanwhile, Myrthisia diligently mixed clove and violet essence with a good portion of musk, ensuring that the aromas would be particularly fairy-like and powdered. Let the boys argue about who wore the biggest staxis under their doublets; such childishness was far beneath her dignity. To that, she hummed an old sad fairy tune.
This stirred the displeasure of her classmate at the neighboring table (which resembled an average shelter in the fairy forest: Even a fully grown G’Ork could have easily ducked under it without having to retract his horned head.) “Quiet!” growled Ambretel loudly, and the force of her troll breath effortlessly knocked Myrthisia off her feet. Quickly, Ambretel hardened all 16 cement bags in her chest, for of course, Myrthisia immediately burst into tears. Known for her compassionate nature, the troll quickly poured a generous portion of tonka bean amber into her fermenting mixture of woods and patchouli, hoping the sweetness of the scent would calm the young fairy. Alas - all efforts were in vain, for it was Blumilas who hurried over to comfort the fairy. “Typical!” thought Stinkidor, who always felt like an outsider and viewed the world rather misanthropically, “Playing the gentle-elf again, the show-off!” Indeed, such behavior was foreign to his nature - as it was to most other Zwenschen: As a hybrid - half dwarf, half human - they were often met with suspicion, which they reciprocated with a demonstrative lack of empathy. Above all, however, Stinkidor had far greater worries now, for due to his usual procrastination, most of the valuable essences and balms were already in the hands of his classmates. So he grabbed whatever was left. He had just secured galbanum, cinnamon, and benzoin and was about to reach for the tobacco when he heard a strange honking beneath him. “Hey, tobacco, wormwood, and anise, I’m getting!” Grumpily, Stinkidor withdrew his hand. “Alright, Fruktael!” he said, emphasizing his indifference as he watched the strange creature climb up the shelf with confidence, skillfully utilizing the advantages of its remarkable body. The apple-ant scampered up quickly, using its trunk adeptly to maneuver between the struts. With one last leap, it landed safely on its six feet, balancing the inevitable, already half-fermented fallen fruit on its teardrop-shaped rear. “Why must one always fall behind just because one is small!” complained Fruktael, honking affirmatively once more with its trunk and snatching the coveted ingredients.
Silence reigned in the hall until evening, as each of the six students worked diligently; only the clattering of instruments and jars decorated the silence with the sounds of craftsmanship. Finally, the clock struck, and Professor Nosewise’s voice boomed through the hall. “Time is up. Step back!” He then made a round through the hall, sniffing what his students had composed. Finally, he returned to his lectern, awkwardly wiped his nose with a gigantic handkerchief, and looked into the circle of eagerly waiting students. “None of you has fulfilled the task!” he said sadly. “None…!” Somewhere from the shelf came a shy “Toot!” - otherwise, it remained quiet. “But…” he began, and his eyes already looked much friendlier, “…we will manage this! Bring me your scents!” As the addressed students followed his request, he placed a large glass jar on the table next to his lectern. “Now it’s all about the dosage!” whispered the professor and extracted samples from the freshly prepared scents with a long, fine pipette - a bit more of one, just a hint of another, a little here and there - and particularly little from the jar that Ambretel had served him. Then he carefully stirred the mixture, waved a bit of the rising scent to his nose, and grunted in delight.
“This is it, our national scent. And you, my dear students, have contributed to it - each in your own way. Take a sniff!” Professor Olfaktio Galbanus dabbed a bit of the mixture onto the back of his hand and waved the scent towards his students. “Absolutely wonderful: A subtle, yet noticeable lemon at the beginning, just a slice in alcohol, which lifts the wormwood and softens the anise. Lightly tipsy and cheerful with a minimal licorice sweetness. Very human with a bow to Elfingen - and every apple-ant will appreciate the wormwood. Then…” and he waved his hand again, “…then the dwarf bakers come into play as the cinnamon unfolds. How wonderfully the incense plays along…” he nodded kindly at Par’Feng, “…and the pepper keeps everything in balance: There’s a spiciness that doesn’t bite, accompanied by a spicy, but not bitter, very fairy-like floral quality that releases its lovely aromas gradually. Very convincing - and almost a little surprising too. Finally, the trollish weight follows; the patchouli was a good idea, Ambretel! And how sweetly the vanilla complements it, accompanied by a small measure of bright, friendly wood - truly enchanting. Rounded off with a rather sweet amber note and the musk that further disperses the tonka bean. Alone - didn’t I see you handling the tobacco, Fruktael?” A short trumpet confirmed the professor’s observation. “Well, we must accept that not every aroma finds its way into the bouquet - but I am sure it plays a significant role in the overall impression, Fruktael!” One last time, the professor waved the scent from the back of his hand, then straightened up, put on a deliberately solemn expression, and spoke: “What we have created here tonight has been worked on by generations of perfumers. Now we finally have it: The one true national scent of our beautiful country Lillipur! I congratulate you - and will report to the council immediately. Thank you all very much!” With that, he hurried out of the hall to the applause of his students - only Ambretel looked somewhat grim as she clapped her enormous paws together.
And so it happened that Ambretel, at night, when everyone was safely and peacefully in their beds, sneaked back into the hall of the laboratory as quietly as her massive feet allowed. Only a little candle illuminated her way, but it was enough to find the scent she had composed, of which the professor had shamefully added so little to the new national perfume. With determination, she took the jar, from which the amber still wafted vanilla-like, and poured everything into the professor’s mixture. Then she blew out the candle and stomped out of the hall…
That is why the scent, which bears the name of the land in which it was created, still has a slight tilt today: Above all, it is Ambretel’s amber that, in conjunction with the very generously applied tonka bean, gives the perfume a considerable amount of sweetness. It doesn’t smell bad, for the professor’s moderate mixture had already prevented worse - but the wonderfully playful top note and the deeply warm heart note have since been overshadowed by a somewhat too sweet, grave-like base that will not appeal to everyone (and especially not to every man). That is a pity - but it bothers the residents of Lillipur little: As long as they have their national scent!

01/10/2014

8Scent

BeatriceA
10 Reviews

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Lillipur

I have been registered with "Parfumo" for almost three months now and can't decide which fragrance to write my first comment about. Should I choose something special? Or my "go-to"?

For almost three days, I have had a sample of "Lillipur" (Thank you, MrWhite!). And suddenly I have a new fragrance category. There are special scents; there are "go-tos." And then there is "Lillipur."

I can't quite determine the fragrance notes yet, so I'll try to express my impressions.

I spray "Lillipur" on - and I AM "Lillipur." There is nothing foreign about it, nothing that isn't "me." At first, I smell something fresh, almost aquatic - is it wormwood? After about 20 minutes, that note dissipates, and the scent becomes smokier, spicier, "tobacco-like." I don't notice cinnamon. (And so the fragrance continues to live on my wrist, almost the entire workday long.)

But all of this doesn't matter at all, because I am no longer an external observer. I am in the scent, like in a cocoon, where time flows slower and the world becomes calmer. "Shire," said FLUidENTITY a few comments later. I can only agree with that. One feels pure satisfaction. One looks at the world with calmness - and the world looks back benevolently.

You don't wear "Lillipur." To wear something means to put it on. However, "Lillipur" is never put on; it doesn't emphasize personality, it is a part of it. Reaching for "Lillipur" in the morning is as natural as getting dressed or having a cup of tea. It simply belongs to my day to inhale "Lillipur."

With some fragrances, I used to feel like I didn't need any others, as they seemed so perfect and fitting to me. Not so with "Lillipur"; it is not a fragrance, it is a state.

"How are you?" "Thank you, I am Lillipur!"

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Ninamariah

2 years ago

6Scent 9Longevity 9Sillage

1

Complex, strong, a bot synthetic but Anis is overpowering a lot, if you don’t love it you can’t wear this one. It’s not a licorice like imo.

ElAttarine

1 year ago

9.5Scent 8Longevity 8Sillage

43

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Camphor menthol oil
Atman breath of life
oh sweet incense
above the world's roof
unfold the resin wings of freedom
fly into the vastness

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Floyd

5 years ago

7Scent 8Longevity 7Sillage

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Eyes covered
Old cinema
Wooden seats
I sweat oriental spices
Incense flows from the projectors
Popcorn benzoin is offered

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Skydiver19

10 months ago

7.5Scent 8Longevity 8Sillage

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green enamored incense
in dazzling light
cool pepper breathes
Oriental spice
resinous butterflies
love
in the TobaccoDreamForest

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Bleudegonse

10 years ago

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It lies in wait for unsuspecting wearers, blind tools for just one goal: the world domination of monstrous speculoos with combustion engines.

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Sonnenwende

6 years ago

9.5Scent 9Longevity 8Sillage

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Star anise sparkles in the cedar forest.
Lemon butterflies buzz through
cinnamon-dusted woods.
There on the herbaceous clearing
you will find Lillipur.

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