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Lindenblüte Harry Lehmann

8.0 / 10 194 Ratings

A popular perfume by Harry Lehmann for women. The release year is unknown. The scent is floral-green. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Floral

Green

Sweet

Fresh

Spicy

Fragrance Notes

Linden blossom Honey

Honey

Linden tree leaf

Ratings

Scent

8.0194 Ratings

Longevity

7.3154 Ratings

Sillage

6.9156 Ratings

Bottle

6.3128 Ratings

Value for money

9.056 Ratings

Submitted by Apicius, last update on 09/30/2025.

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Reviews

4 in-depth fragrance descriptions

08/27/2025

7
Pricing 4
Bottle 4
Sillage 5
Longevity 5
Scent

Leimbacher
510 Reviews

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Leimbacher

Helpful Review 7

Not bad - but not mine!

There are flowers - such as jasmine or sometimes orange blossom - that can develop an enormous stickiness or even stinkiness. Fleshy, rotten, sweaty, leafy, musty, dusty. But they almost always have other, much more beautiful sides and facets. Fortunately. Unfortunately, the lime blossom still has to prove to me that it too can radiate pleasant vibes for me... And Harry Lehmann's "Lindenblüte" doesn't exactly give the impression of wanting to take part in this work of persuasion...

"Lindenblüte" has exactly that green, sweaty old-fashionedness that I don't like, that doesn't suit me, that I haven't yet been able to access. Berlin air meets moth cupboard. Linden avenue meets wet dog. Late summer meets migraine. Heavy, damp, annoying. But pretty pure lime blossom, you have to give it that. So if you want to know whether this particular blossom suits you, you are welcome to pick up this stringent Harry Lehmann. He doesn't ramble, he gets straight to the point. And that's not my thing at all.

Flacon: pragmatic, lame
Sillage: floral, sticky and strong
Lasting power: 6-7 hours - enough for an afternoon in the capital!
Conclusion: I really don't want to go to Berlin in this case... Does the lime take the bandage off the jasmine? For my taste, unfortunately, the unacceptable side of the broad bouquet.

07/08/2025

Bille74
11 Reviews

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Bille74

Helpful Review 9

Linden blossom avenue

we have 760 kilometers behind us. Almost 10 hours of driving from south-west to north-east. Okay, maybe we could have done the whole thing quicker if it wasn't for me and the dog having to stretch our legs and lift our feet in between.

We were warmly welcomed and quickly removed our suitcases from the car and put them in our little tiny house. A quick "keep me alive" coffee and then a walk around the block to see where we had ended up.
The village is not big, has no more than 50 houses and is surrounded by fields, meadows and woods. It's quite out of the way and has a lovely swimming lake. It's a warm Saturday evening and it's good to get our legs moving again. The three of us walk along an avenue. The dog sneezes and sneezes. I stop and lift my nose into the air too. A warm, balmy scent envelops me. Heavenly. Unique. It surrounds me like a golden veil in a warm summer breeze. The numerous lime trees on the avenue are in full bloom and the avenue becomes an olfactory masterpiece.
It's incredible what nature can produce. This honeyed accord of ripe, sweet blossoms interspersed with a hint of fresh, green leaves envelops me like a tender embrace. How peaceful the soft rustling of the lush leaves and the gentle buzzing of the bees. I catch a whiff of vanilla and hay. Beguiling peacefulness. Forget all the efforts of the day, forget the loud, hectic noises of everyday life. Immersed, intoxicated, blissfully caught up in the scent of this avenue. The world stands still for a brief moment.

The dog makes a poo. I am back in the here and now. Still fascinated, I clear away the legacy of my furry friend. Back at the vacation cottage, I immediately order from Harry Lehmann in WLAN mode.

How should I describe the scent... I already have it.

Harry Lehmann Linden Blossom is the most authentic linden blossom fragrance that I personally know.

No frills. No fuss. Just lime blossom. I absolutely had to have it in my collection now, this fragrance, so that I could stroll along the avenue again and again in the gentle summer wind.

04/28/2020

8
Sillage 8
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Harielle
12 Reviews

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Harielle

Top Review 21

Give a kiss to Lydia

A distraction from real life, an escape from reality, that is what publisher Ernst Rowohlt wanted writer Kurt Tucholsky to do for his readers in a fictional correspondence. Tucholsky fulfilled the publisher's wish for "a light, summery novel, perhaps a love story" and wrote one of his greatest successes with the public: "Schloss Gripsholm. A summer story". As onlookers we travel to southern Sweden with first-person narrator Peter, called Daddy, and his girlfriend Lydia, called Princess. The carefree summer resort peppered with banter - partly on Missingchen* - is enriched by interesting visitors, namely friend Karlchen and the erotically attractive girlfriend Billie. The cheerful idyll is torn apart when the couple meets little Ada, who lives in a nearby children's home and is exposed to the reprisals of the director. Lydia and Peter take care of the child and organize that he can return to his (so far unsuspecting) mother in Switzerland.

Hardly any other fragrance embodies the relaxed idleness in "Schloss Gripsholm" for me as much as "Lindenblüte" by Harry Lehmann. The (supposed) simplicity of this fragrance paired with the aesthetics and mood of the Weimar period, which even resonates in the relaxed and summery atmosphere of Tucholsky's story, form a harmonious unity for me. The fact that both the brand Harry Lehmann and the two main characters Peter and Lydia come from Berlin (Lydia originally comes from Rostock, as we soon learn - keyword "Missingsch"), which is also the home of the legendary street "Unter den Linden", may strengthen this chain of associations for me.

How does "Linden Blossom" by Harry Lehmann smell?

Well, quite simply, after Linden Blossom - you wouldn't have guessed that now, would you? This could indeed become a very short text, as I have little to add verbally to this wonderful authentic monofloral fragrance (although the term monofloral should be used with caution).

But I will try to capture my scent impressions with Tucholsky's help:
A rich green rustling of leaves determines the start of the fragrance. I see Lydia and Peter cycling along an avenue in front of my inner eye on a still fresh summer morning, there is still dew on the meadow and Lydia has goose bumps on her bare legs.

Surrounded by the wonderful flowery, slightly sweet scent of lime blossoms, the two of them take a break in the late morning and lie in the grass. They chat and tease each other. Bees are buzzing peacefully, not far away farmers have piled up hay to dry, whose light scent mixes with that of the lime blossoms.

Lydia has taken off her cardigan and begins with "Daddy" chewing on a blade of grass, the book's omnipresent exuberant language games about names and identities, which the narrator lovingly and ironically describes as "agreement on the basic questions of existence" without ascribing a mysterious, deeper meaning to them. This corresponds to the humorous, witty basic tenor of the story. The harmony and lightness is apostrophized by the obligatory "Give a kiss to Lydia"
On the way home to Gripsholm Castle, the sun is high in the sky, the air is warm and almost a little muggy. The light summer wind blows pollen and delicate honey-sweet aromas across. The "Princess" and her "Daddy" feel pleasantly tired of sun, air - and love.

I hope that I could give you a useful impression of this wonderful lime blossom scent with this little sketch - and maybe make you want to read Tucholsky.

Of course, there was a discussion about the extent to which Kurt Tucholsky's narrative has autobiographical traits, which he denied, by the way. In any case, the dedication "For IA 47 407" referred little discreetly to the journalist Lisa Matthias (whose license plate number read accordingly) with whom he had a relationship from 1927 to 1930 and with whom he demonstrably spent holidays in Sweden. In 1929 Kurt Tucholsky emigrated to Sweden, where he lived until his suicide in 1935.

In any case, it's nice to get a little Gripsholm feeling out of the bottle when needed to "unwind" - and unlike Lydia and Kurt, this romance doesn't have to end after one summer. Their time together in Sweden is limited, although for a brief moment they even think about staying there, but they realize: "No, that's not it. If you move, the worries follow. If you're there for four weeks, you laugh about everything - even the little inconveniences. They don't concern you in the least. But if you're there forever, then you have to participate."

*"Missingsch is what comes out when a Low German wants to speak High German. He crawls up the polished stairs of German grammar and slides all nose long back into his beloved Low German. Lydia is from Rostock, and she masters this idiom to perfection."

05/11/2018

6
Bottle 6
Sillage 6
Longevity 8
Scent

loewenherz
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loewenherz

Top Review 34

Silent years in Gertlauken

In 1941 - when the Second World War had already devastated and devastated the continent - a young girl from the Rhineland was sent to a small East Prussian village as an 'apprentice'. For three years she wrote letters to her parents from there to Cologne, a thousand kilometres away and in ruins - already not a short distance today, at that time an almost three-day journey into another, foreign world. In 1985 Marianne Peyinghaus published her letters from East Prussia to her parents under the title 'Stille Jahre in Gertlauken'.

Much does not happen in these letters. Peyinghaus writes how she teaches the village children. Walking on the beach. I'm invited for lunch. How the seed is sown and then the harvest is harvested. How the lime trees bloom and then no more and then again. In an uncomplicated, albeit trained language - as a teacher writes letters. And in this description of everyday life, which at that time was a great privilege to be able to describe, and in this unagitated language lies the beauty of the book.

Like some of Harry Lehmann's fragrances, Lindenblüte bears the olfactory signature of the everyday life of a time that seems to have gone far too long for anyone to really remember its actual fragrances - when a journey from Cologne to Berlin took a day, and from Berlin to Königsberg another - and this faded melancholy is perhaps Lehmann's highest attraction. Linden blossom's essence is based on, no: its essence IS the monochrome sweetness of perhaps the most old-fashioned scent of any tree blossom: staggering like honey-drunk snow and sometimes almost stunning, but never suffocating - like the costume of the lime tree smells. Flowery-green' hardly does justice to the densely sweet aromas, especially in the beginning, and even in the after-dark (if you like to call a light green 'after-dark') it keeps its lovely melting character, the gently herbaceous never becomes dominant. The Lehmannsche Lindenblüte is nostalgic, old-fashioned and yet uncomplicated - like Linde smells, authentic and yet (or is that why?) almost a bit out of time. As if it were the scent of the village lime tree of that time, which perhaps still stands today in Gertlauken, which is now called Nowaja Derewnja and lies in the Russian oblast of Kaliningrad.

Conclusion, in the last sentences of Marianne Peyinghaus' last diary entry, a kind of epilogue to the letters addressed to her parents: 'I think of Gertlauken. (...) The silent, dark forests, the dunes, the song of the waves on the beach of the spit, and above all the wide, wide sky.'