Top Notes 
Melon
Neroli
Pittosporum
Heart Notes 
Oakmoss
Iris
Jasmine
Rose
Sandalwood
Base Notes 
Ambergris
Musk
Vanilla
Quintupled Bracket
Skydiver19
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Skydiver19
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of all things ---
or the wise whisper of the storm.
I am surprised myself that I want to write a review for this fragrance, which I rated only moderately, and that I want to engage deeply with it. I’ll pass the responsibility, I DIDN'T want this! But the tiny little corner in me that is reflected in it, that feels vaguely addressed by it. So I let it take the lead and guide me to understand what it is about.
“Please find a firm hold before opening the bottle!” - should be a warning label on the packaging. We stand on a cliff by the tumultuous North Sea in the far north. An unleashed storm sweeps the first whiff of fragrance around my ears, momentarily taking my breath away. Okay, I'm still standing, all good - until the melon mist threatens to wash away my perception like a freak wave. Restart the senses, and off we go on this Nordic scent adventure. Yes, you can really call it that; the fragrance is experimental.
When the cold mist subsides, its roar calms down, I am enveloped by the muted breath of blossoms from the inland, from where the gentle early summer sun has painstakingly warmed the barren ground. Softly and timidly, those aromas, struggling against gusts of wind, announce strong scents. Of veritable scent divas, who in the constant coastal wind resemble more of a memory than a real impression.
Barely arrived in perception, they are already gone again, once more taken away by a stiff cold breeze. What remains is a warming feeling, an idea of ... there they are again, the delicate floral ladies in their noble scent garments, who under these harsh conditions appear quite tattered, almost small and shy. The Wind takes it all, the Flowers standing small ...---
... Yes, singing is what the eternal wind can do. Softly and gently, he has often sung me to sleep. In his embrace, I have found support and comfort, even to this day. A loyal friend, my wind. How many times, over decades, have I wished for wings to dance with him until nothing separates us anymore. To go on long journeys with him, even though I had long since arrived, which of course I did not know. I wished to be at the center of his elements, to rise as a little white cloud, carried by him, into unknown heights. Until there, with its dissolution, it becomes part of a greater whole. ---
Oh, my beloved little white longing cloud, there you are again! How much I have missed you ...
Back to the fragrance. This interplay of gentle floral warmth from the mainland and cold gusts from the sea continues throughout the entire HN into the base, gradually weakening in intensity, but not noticeably varying. Until the winds calm down in the evening, fall silent, and gather strength for the next day.
This is the time when the life pulse from the mainland becomes perceptible again. Woods give us their warm breath, lovely vanilla-earth, adorned with musk, their sensuality. The animalistic amber only reveals itself late at night. The radiance of these notes is only moderately realistic, the earth cools down quite quickly.
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Personal addendum: Although this perfume is less a scent for me to wear, it quietly spoke to me in an unknown inner corner. And it was precisely the unloved synthetic aqua notes that had strained and nearly incapacitated my outer senses that played an important part in deciphering this 'little corner'.
I did not resist the 'screeching of the Calone', but intuitively went along with what was happening. And precisely because of the blocked outer senses, inner movements found their way into my consciousness. Thus, I was able to rediscover the deep meaning of an old longing that had slipped into the unconscious. The recently pursued air sports - either in free fall or motorless with wings - had already begun this search, unconsciously. My gaze kept returning to the clouds above, which I longed to get closer to. And I did not find this little white longing cloud as expected in the sky. Deep within me, it was waiting to be found. And it is precisely thanks to the little-loved fragrance with its overly loud components that the little wanderer between worlds has once again become a conscious part of me. That is a great happiness. And a reconciliation with the fact that I had to give up air sports due to post-Covid conditions.
The meaning of my outer search has unfolded in a circle that has now closed. And just as the storm at the coast gently calms down in the evening, my inner drive has also come to rest.
Everything that touches us wants to be seen, wants to reveal its secret to us. Everything is a parable...
I am surprised myself that I want to write a review for this fragrance, which I rated only moderately, and that I want to engage deeply with it. I’ll pass the responsibility, I DIDN'T want this! But the tiny little corner in me that is reflected in it, that feels vaguely addressed by it. So I let it take the lead and guide me to understand what it is about.
“Please find a firm hold before opening the bottle!” - should be a warning label on the packaging. We stand on a cliff by the tumultuous North Sea in the far north. An unleashed storm sweeps the first whiff of fragrance around my ears, momentarily taking my breath away. Okay, I'm still standing, all good - until the melon mist threatens to wash away my perception like a freak wave. Restart the senses, and off we go on this Nordic scent adventure. Yes, you can really call it that; the fragrance is experimental.
When the cold mist subsides, its roar calms down, I am enveloped by the muted breath of blossoms from the inland, from where the gentle early summer sun has painstakingly warmed the barren ground. Softly and timidly, those aromas, struggling against gusts of wind, announce strong scents. Of veritable scent divas, who in the constant coastal wind resemble more of a memory than a real impression.
Barely arrived in perception, they are already gone again, once more taken away by a stiff cold breeze. What remains is a warming feeling, an idea of ... there they are again, the delicate floral ladies in their noble scent garments, who under these harsh conditions appear quite tattered, almost small and shy. The Wind takes it all, the Flowers standing small ...---
... Yes, singing is what the eternal wind can do. Softly and gently, he has often sung me to sleep. In his embrace, I have found support and comfort, even to this day. A loyal friend, my wind. How many times, over decades, have I wished for wings to dance with him until nothing separates us anymore. To go on long journeys with him, even though I had long since arrived, which of course I did not know. I wished to be at the center of his elements, to rise as a little white cloud, carried by him, into unknown heights. Until there, with its dissolution, it becomes part of a greater whole. ---
Oh, my beloved little white longing cloud, there you are again! How much I have missed you ...
Back to the fragrance. This interplay of gentle floral warmth from the mainland and cold gusts from the sea continues throughout the entire HN into the base, gradually weakening in intensity, but not noticeably varying. Until the winds calm down in the evening, fall silent, and gather strength for the next day.
This is the time when the life pulse from the mainland becomes perceptible again. Woods give us their warm breath, lovely vanilla-earth, adorned with musk, their sensuality. The animalistic amber only reveals itself late at night. The radiance of these notes is only moderately realistic, the earth cools down quite quickly.
_______
Personal addendum: Although this perfume is less a scent for me to wear, it quietly spoke to me in an unknown inner corner. And it was precisely the unloved synthetic aqua notes that had strained and nearly incapacitated my outer senses that played an important part in deciphering this 'little corner'.
I did not resist the 'screeching of the Calone', but intuitively went along with what was happening. And precisely because of the blocked outer senses, inner movements found their way into my consciousness. Thus, I was able to rediscover the deep meaning of an old longing that had slipped into the unconscious. The recently pursued air sports - either in free fall or motorless with wings - had already begun this search, unconsciously. My gaze kept returning to the clouds above, which I longed to get closer to. And I did not find this little white longing cloud as expected in the sky. Deep within me, it was waiting to be found. And it is precisely thanks to the little-loved fragrance with its overly loud components that the little wanderer between worlds has once again become a conscious part of me. That is a great happiness. And a reconciliation with the fact that I had to give up air sports due to post-Covid conditions.
The meaning of my outer search has unfolded in a circle that has now closed. And just as the storm at the coast gently calms down in the evening, my inner drive has also come to rest.
Everything that touches us wants to be seen, wants to reveal its secret to us. Everything is a parable...
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