After
Dans Paris, which I like so much that I will buy it (it smells to me like doll heads, makeup bags, and almond croissants), I now have another fragrance on my current "probably wish list" that is supposed to represent Paris, which for me goes in a similar scent direction as the Celine fragrance, yet is completely different, and this despite the fact that I am not even a fan of the city.
With high expectations, I got off the train in Paris a few years ago and was disillusioned after 3 days; the "myth of Paris" seemed shattered, as I had imagined the city almost entirely like Montmartre, which is only a few blocks: backdrops like from the film "Midnight in Paris", the city of arts, poets, and bohemians; the rest/the majority is more like Cologne city. However, I have heard from some people that Paris polarizes; for some, it is great love, for others, great disappointment. Cities like London, Rome, Venice, or Barcelona, on the other hand, have quickly and sustainably fascinated me, yet I do not rule out trying Paris again...
At first, I smell a similar vibe as in
Minuit et Demi at the start (gentle coffee plus subtle citrus in the background, but without sweet caramel); it also vaguely reminds me of "So New York" by Bond No 9, but without the stale filter coffee note; I perceive a nice blend of spiciness, bitter cocoa, and nuts (where the cocoa note does not come off as gourmand or edible). In fact, the fragrance is also quite powdery as it develops without a sharp talc note, but fine and dry like cocoa-coffee powder, freshly ground, a gentle scent cloud, not creamy like a hot coffee with milk.
However, the coffee is not explicitly discernible if one is not aware of it (for those who do not like too much coffee); it is finely woven with the cinnamon and cardamom, which does not come off as masculine, and a subtle dark cocoa note (I actually do not like chocolate in fragrances; I just enjoy eating it).
In addition, a not-so-sweet vanilla tonka powder with a playful aura, still perfumey and not dessert-like, at no time heavy and opulent.
It reminds me of sunny mornings in street cafés, whether in Budapest, Brussels, Rome, Amsterdam, Vienna, or indeed in Paris, between picturesque or Mediterranean buildings in the old town with a cappuccino sprinkled with cocoa powder on the table, and the air promises a spring or summer day. Sunglasses-wearing people in relaxed airy yet sophisticated clothing, a daily newspaper tucked under their arm, the current Vogue on the café table, carefully made-up women, fat pigeons on cobblestones, children running around a fountain squealing, while fresh croissants are pushed into the displays of the bakeries and people stare into the spotless windows of designer shops.
I still smell the fragrance the next day on my wrist.
Addendum: sometimes I detect a sharp multivitamin juice note at the start...
After a long time, a renewed test, and I find it unbearable; sharply sour, my palate tingles as if I were biting into a sharp-sour pineapple. No more café associations, just sharp citrus sourness with cardamom powder.
Compulsion to wash it off.