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Sale Marino 2015

7.7 / 10 71 Ratings
A popular perfume by WienerBlut for women and men, released in 2015. The scent is fresh-aquatic. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Fresh
Aquatic
Spicy
Green
Woody

Fragrance Notes

Algae absoluteAlgae absolute LaurelLaurel Clary sageClary sage Sea saltSea salt SeagrassSeagrass CedarwoodCedarwood JuniperJuniper HyacinthHyacinth LentiskLentisk

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Ratings
Scent
7.771 Ratings
Longevity
7.460 Ratings
Sillage
6.860 Ratings
Bottle
8.161 Ratings
Value for money
6.426 Ratings
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Pasadena

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Very helpful Review 23  
Wiener Blut is Good for You
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A warning upfront: This is a feelings-/drooling review - olfactory enlightenment and fragrance facts are not to be found here. Also, there’s going to be some subtle advertising.... if you don’t want that, you should click away in a hurry!
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Tomorrow marks exactly 2 years since I joined Parfumo, and I haven’t reviewed my two favorite fragrances yet - the Sale Marino here, and the L’Impératrice by D&G, which is actually my signature scent. Strange. To celebrate the occasion, I’m rectifying that now!

For my milestone birthday in 2019, I traveled to Vienna with a friend. She had the contact address for a very exclusive perfume collection, so we headed straight to the Lobmeyr company on Kärntnertstraße at the start of our trip. Just the sight of the facade brought joy and coziness: a narrow house, Art Nouveau facade, ornate wood, amidst bulky buildings of steel, glass, and concrete. Inside, dazzling artworks made of porcelain, glass, mirrors, and - in a multi-story open gallery - endless chandeliers. The perfume for testing was fetched from the cellar (in my imagination, a ton-heavy safe was opened, like in action movies). We were allowed to take all the time in the world (Viennese don’t rush), of course, there were sniffing coffee beans provided, and my friend found something for herself right away. I was still wavering between the Clubwasser and the Sale Marino. I was chattering endlessly, excited and having already been to the coffee house, overwhelmed and enchanted by everything, with the many Fiakers and cute horses everywhere.

Afterwards, I floated like on a cloud. The Sale Marino - I had never smelled anything like it. Unique, spicy, fresh, lovely. The high price kept me from taking it home right away (yes, I had such reservations back then, two years ago, such a wuss), because one wanted to be sensible. Who doesn’t know that feeling: on vacation, something smells or tastes amazing, but at home, the souvenirs don’t bring any joy anymore.

Tense and wistful, I flew home without the Sale Marino, but since I was being sensible, I ordered two samples online from a supplier in Augsburg (also of the Clubwasser). I was horrified. The Clubwasser overwhelmed me, and I was missing something with the Sale Marino - namely the slight sweetness, the loveliness. I couldn’t explain it. Was it my wool coat that had warmed my skin? The air pressure in Vienna? The silly mood?

I still ordered it - despite the limitation. It was still stunning.

And because I was being so sensible, it HAD to come from Vienna, which made the shipping twice as expensive. A call to Lobmeyr, and the saleswoman remembered me: “You’re the one who flirted with the waiter at Gerstner!” Excuse me?? That was already 10 days ago..... what nonsense did I talk when I was there?

Anyway: My first Sale Marino was sent to me. While unpacking: the mood was like at a folk festival. Drained the bottle, ordered the next one in spring 2020 (of course again in Vienna - normal, right?). Although my perfume collection has grown by 417% since autumn, I soon need to acquire the third bottle.

I don’t think about whether it fits the occasion or the mood. Whether I use too much or too little of it. I spray it around blindly - I always feel secure, well-groomed, fresh, almost exalted with it.

There are fragrances you never forget. That grow dear to your heart, that make you irrational. Together with L’Impératrice, the Sale Marino reigns over my other fragrances on an inverted cubic stove made of ton-heavy glass. My husband has the order to save these two if our house ever catches fire.

In the recently launched Parfumo campaign, where you can support your perfumery, I would have loved to list the traditional house Lobmeyr here, because the service is top-notch, the glass and light art breathtaking - and all fragrances from the Wiener Blut collection are unique and worth sniffing. But only pure perfumeries could be mentioned.

Vienna is worth a trip.

I will personally pick up my next bottle - as soon as the “current situation” allows it, FIRST THING.
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Skia

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Helpful Review 9  
Lauer Summer Evening vs. Lively Morning
The similarity to "Sel Marin" is enormous, not just in name.
Both scents have a nearly fishy way of smelling like the sea, which I really like. I suspect this is mainly due to the seaweed, but also the sea salt.
This fragrance is a bit softer, a little less zesty, a little less fresh. Here I suspect the hyacinth (the softness) and the absence of bergamot (freshness) compared to "Sel Marin." I also think I can smell fennel.
(Additionally, the bottle is simply beautiful.)

I find this scent almost more successful than Heeley's, because it develops a delicacy.
Nevertheless, only "Sel Marin" will be added to my collection. I just like bergamot even more; my sea breeze should be more sparkling.

Wiener Blut has interpreted the same sea for me, but in the evening, when the air is still warm and it is just cooling down. The city becomes tired. In contrast, Heeley's scent is a bubbling life in small old town alleys somewhere in Southern Europe.
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Dan93

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Emerging from the Green Cave Sea
Like in a time-lapse, the sun umbrellas gradually fold up.

Towels are pulled from the loungers, the remnants from the Aperol glass land in the sand.

Quickly finishing the last quarter of the arancini and throwing the bag over my shoulders.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd heading to their cars, bicycles, or Vespas has already thinned out as I make my way down the old terracotta-colored stairs of the beach house.

The path to the sea is not far; the salty sea air blows gently and softly towards me.

The storm from two weeks ago has washed up quite a bit on the beach. Seaweed, torn from the Mediterranean, dried in the scorching heat of this August, releases a scent that brings back memories of countless beach days.

The spray of the waves tightly envelops my feet. The white foam penetrates my toes, and the water that follows washes it away again.

I take a few more steps and throw myself backwards into the waves. For a moment, I drift underwater. Everything is still and disoriented. The sea water has embraced me, nearly absorbed me, and gained control over me.

So I drift along, past the grotta verde, whose stone walls are covered in seaweed. The light of the setting sun envelops the interior of the cave in a warm green.

The seawater crashes against the rocks, and fine water droplets hit my face.

A magical moment in the grotta verde.
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Silberstein

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The Soul of the Coast
It’s mid-July and you find yourself on your well-deserved summer vacation. You have rented a small house on the Adriatic coast. Rural, peaceful, away from the bustling seasonal tourism. You’ve slept in and enjoyed a delicious breakfast. You notice how your inner clock ticks much slower here. Your shoulders sit a little lower than usual. Your neck is pleasantly relaxed. It must be the relaxation. The partially clouded sky keeps the blazing midday sun somewhat in check, and the gentle breeze that sneaks in from the coast invites you to take a leisurely walk through the landscape. This is characterized by trees, fields, and hills. The fields are mainly grasses and shrubs, but you can also find some flower fields and even orchards scattered about. The earth seems dry, but the plants look magnificent. Heading towards the coast, you walk comfortably along the narrow, dusty path. Two people side by side would find it a bit cramped, but for you alone, the path is just right. Despite your leisurely pace, the scenery that the hilly path offers changes in surprisingly short intervals. From open views over fields and hills as far as the eye can see, to trees and shrubs that provide shade from the edge of the path and almost hang in your face, robbing you of any panorama. With these constant changes in scenery, the temperature shifts between hot and merely warm. A very pleasant feeling, especially paired with the light breeze.

Yet despite the breeze, occasional shade, and your lazy pace, you notice that you are gradually getting hot. At this moment, your nose tells you that the coast is not far away. Just a few more hills with wild greenery in the shallow valleys in between, and you should already be at the coast. It seems that with every step, the aroma of seaweed and salt in the air intensifies. The gentle breeze becomes stronger. You can already feel how occasionally the finest droplets of seawater, barely more than mist, land on your skin. What a wonderful feeling. You reach the highest point of the last hill before the coast. The vast, blue ocean stretches to the horizon. The wind makes foaming waves crash against the rocks. The air is saturated with oceanic microdroplets. The air feels humid. You take a deep breath and the potent aroma of salt and seaweed makes you feel as if you are breathing underwater. Your skin glistens from the moisture of the tiny droplets that have mixed with your sweat. You look around and realize that the entire landscape is experiencing this. Everything has this delicate shimmer. It doesn’t occur to you to move on. You stand almost hypnotized on this hill, no one else on this path. The moisture on your skin, the cooling wind, the relentlessly natural aroma of the sea. You lose yourself in this moment.

The wind slowly dies down. Just a breeze, and shortly after, only a barely perceptible puff of air. The waves subside, the sea calms. It almost seems sleepy. The all-encompassing scent of the sea recedes. The clouds that had previously held back the sun are gone. The sky is now a mirror of the blue sea and the sun shows its strength. The sea mist evaporates from your skin, but not just from your skin. The fine droplets that settled over the entire landscape are evaporating too. The scent of the sea is back in the air, but this time there is more. Droplets evaporating from woods also carry the aroma of the wood with them. Droplets evaporating from grasses... from leaves... from herbs... from flowers... from fruits. You can almost see the rising mist. Every facet of this landscape contributes its aroma. Something new has been created. The land gifts you its scent. A moment of absolute unity. The aroma of the sea is supported by every aspect that the sea encompasses, and by that which it is encompassed by.

A shady spot under a group of trees invites you. You lie down and become a part of this landscape for the rest of the day.
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JoeTraudl

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Percebes and Port Wine
I am lying by the sea in the morning. The sun is already high in the sky. The cove in the depths of the Algarve is deserted. A rare sight in this beautiful little corner of the earth. The cove is surrounded by cliffs that are as tall as a man, which only allow a small glimpse of the vastness of the seemingly endless Atlantic. The rocks are repeatedly claimed by the water. In these spots, it already shimmers greenish.
Behind me are a few trees. A forest would be too much to say. However, it is certainly dense and enclosing.

Behind that lies a small village. A fishing village. The first boats are returning to the deserted cove, and the fishermen are bringing ashore what they managed to catch during their outing on the Atlantic.

Gradually, more and more boats find their way into the cove. Some time passes, the Atlantic becomes rougher. The sun dances in an incomparable rhythm with the turquoise waves of the sea.
On the cliffs, all sorts of ocean dwellers are bustling about, and the tide reveals what the fishermen will focus on today. Percebes! They are almost swaying in the mighty arms of the Atlantic.

One of the villagers sits down next to me. He has an old-looking bottle with dark liquid with him. He places it in the sand. He says nothing. Instead, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. I follow his lead.

At first, I simply feel the sun on my skin. It burns. The gentle rustling of the waves joins in. How they crash vigorously against the sharp-edged cliffs. What remains is a briefly lingering crown of foam from the sea salt before the next wave breaks and makes the remnants of its predecessor forgotten. Rhythmic. Powerful. An orchestra. A perfect play of nature. I remember the Percebes. Dancing, in the midst of the spectacle. Swaying to the music of the Atlantic. Individual yet in rhythm.

Now I smell it. That unmistakable scent. It smells of algae and other sea plants. I notice the salty air. This must be Sale Marino, I think to myself. With one last breath, I catch a hint of the trees behind me. I want to stay here.

The ringing sound that the man next to me makes when reaching for the bottle with his ring startles me. He holds it out to me. It is port wine.

Why not.
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Seaweed is washed ashore with driftwood. In the salty marsh, green herbs grow, and in the distance, a hyacinth quietly waves. *
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Behind the laurel forest
the hyacinth waits
over salt gardens
and crusty algae
watching the waves.
Blind to the cedar-white wreck.
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Wave after wave
Seagrass and algae
Laurel and sea
In the shadow of cedar
Shrubs under a salty crust
Sage-green shimmering pistachio
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Laurel in the sea
Juniper with seaweed.
Wave to wave
sings salted songs,
after the storm.
Dreams of sea green
woven by the sun.
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Men's summer
Spicy power
Juniper algae
Herbaceous sea grass expanse
Hyacinth sky
Boy meets girl.
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didn't smell spiky before + had a needly scent. True, juniper. Fits perfectly with the maritime fragrance. Sea + coast.
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Herb bay leaf with juniper
A pleasantly fresh sea breeze
with a warm touch of salt
Deep hyacinth adds substance
to the rustle of green grass wood
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Another beautifully balanced algae aquatic. Spicy with a fine herbal touch, liberating and wonderfully fresh. Easy to wear.
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Humility brings me to my knees.
Saltwater envelops my body.
Waves rise up before me and the ocean devours me.
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High-quality, authentic, moist-spicy coastal scent. Softly ethereal-herbaceous, salty-algal. Subtle wood base slightly sweetened. Wearable!
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