Leather
Saffron
Ambroxan
Rum
Red berries
Cherry
Iris
Oakmoss05/17/2025
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Mr. Lehmann, your cherry tree is on fire!
When I (and consequently my husband) recently returned to Mr. Lehmann, my eagle eye spotted a new large bottle in the Lehmann fragrance range.
Kyoto.
A name that immediately aroused my curiosity, as I have been enchanted by the city since I was a child. More precisely: Gion, the district of geishas, and its inhabitants. A trip there remains my lifelong dream.
So of course I was immediately hooked...
After a brief test sniff, a small bottle went into my shopping bag (always very high-quality at Lehmann, with an additional cloth bag).
On the way home, I saw the newsletter from the same day, which presented Kyoto as a new edition of a classic. Good timing.
Arrived home. Bottle open. Sprayed off:
Melted, pungent plastic. A few flowers somewhere in between.
As if a cherry tree, complete with fairy lights and plastic seating were on fire.
Plus a bit of chemical, sterile dental practice.
Even though Lehmann's fragrances are not easy to love, I am still very shocked here.
Even though the stinging decreases minimally as the fragrance progresses and cherry and leather become a little more present, I am still far from the sensual, elegant and seductive notes that the website description advertises.
It remains uncomfortable. But what can you expect from a melted settee?
Too bad, Kyoto. I wanted to love you.
Now I'd rather do it from a distance to avoid a headache.
Kyoto.
A name that immediately aroused my curiosity, as I have been enchanted by the city since I was a child. More precisely: Gion, the district of geishas, and its inhabitants. A trip there remains my lifelong dream.
So of course I was immediately hooked...
After a brief test sniff, a small bottle went into my shopping bag (always very high-quality at Lehmann, with an additional cloth bag).
On the way home, I saw the newsletter from the same day, which presented Kyoto as a new edition of a classic. Good timing.
Arrived home. Bottle open. Sprayed off:
Melted, pungent plastic. A few flowers somewhere in between.
As if a cherry tree, complete with fairy lights and plastic seating were on fire.
Plus a bit of chemical, sterile dental practice.
Even though Lehmann's fragrances are not easy to love, I am still very shocked here.
Even though the stinging decreases minimally as the fragrance progresses and cherry and leather become a little more present, I am still far from the sensual, elegant and seductive notes that the website description advertises.
It remains uncomfortable. But what can you expect from a melted settee?
Too bad, Kyoto. I wanted to love you.
Now I'd rather do it from a distance to avoid a headache.
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