Top Notes 
Pear
Hibiscus seed
Heart Notes 
Tiger Liana
Base Notes 
Orris root
Tahitian vanilla
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Rhubarb Tart in the Masoala Hall
I was looking for a new signature scent that would best express my personality and represent my current stage in life.
I thought I had found it in Versace Crystal Noir EDT. I liked the fruity top note, slightly sweet but not too sweet, a bit mysterious, sexy, dark, yet clear, clean, and mature. Deep and slightly distant at the same time.
Unfortunately, my better half has a super fine picky nose and generally believes that women should smell like themselves and not like something artificial. The picky nose was completely against the violet in Crystal Noir, and in this case, I can agree; it has a constructed synthetic touch that doesn't quite suit me either. My personality is more natural. I have a green heart, not a violet one.
After extensive research, I came across Aura by Mugler. I liked the green heart, and yes, I admit, the design of the bottle plays a significant role for me, just like the name. The entire image has to fit.
A Mugler? Could it be? I am certainly open to originality, but Angel gives me an instant feeling of nausea, and Alien is the signature scent of a dear young colleague who studies art with me and lives nearby, and who has recently often given me rides in her car. So I know Alien well now, and I must say, it suits her incredibly well, as she often feels a bit out of place in the world. For me, it's not my thing. I often discussed perfumes in the car with the same colleague, and we agreed that Mugler fragrances are bold and extraordinary, the bottle designs chic, but that he has gone too far with Womanity, and Angel Muse is simply Angel smeared with Nutella.
My better half loves Nutella, but the picky nose wants the real thing, and I don't want to smell like Nutella.
So I diligently read page after page of reviews, watched YouTube videos, and prepared myself for the worst. Pear, vanilla, iris, and orange blossom are favorites of mine. I've never smelled rhubarb in a perfume, but I really like it as a plant and in food. Coincidentally, the rhubarb in my garden was just about to bloom for the first time. I was curious. I had never heard of Tiger Liana, but when something is described as diffusely green, I can usually warm up to it. What I don't like are piercingly green things. Since the EDT is described as fine, balanced, and unobtrusive, I thought I would try it first, and maybe even the picky nose could warm up to it. "Like rhubarb tart in the Masoala Hall," I summarized the research findings as I tried to justify my decision.
(Sorry dear German readers, this is a Swiss insider. The Masoala Hall is a rainforest hall at the Zurich Zoo, and a Wähe is something that could best be described as a flat fruit cake.)
The timing was also good. The rhubarb about to open its bud, a family gathering (it was my aunt's 80th birthday, whom I hadn't seen in 20 years, and I had generally been anxious about it because I am the black sheep of the family), which took place in the Masoala Hall, I had just gotten through with unexpectedly positive results. Presentations for my studies were coming up, and I thought if I managed those well, I deserved a new perfume as a reward. And if it actually fits... Well, I love it when things come together in such a beautifully rounded poetic arc that one can convince oneself that fate had a hand in it.
I ordered it a day before my presentation, but I didn't expect it to arrive in time. The presentation went surprisingly well; I was able to say what I needed to say. My work was about the Garden of Eden, and I felt I could convey it appropriately. One of the experts concluded with, "And what is your role in all of this? The gardener's?" When I agreed, he said lightly sarcastically but with humor: "Archangel." A colleague corrected him and said: "Heart angel." I found that somehow very fitting.
In the evening, on the way home in the car, I told my Alien colleague that I had ordered the green heart, but it probably wouldn't arrive today. But, in fact, it was already in the mailbox.
First sniff from the bottle: "Oh no, the worst fears have come true. Dentist's office and xylitol gum from my childhood."
First test spray on paper strip: "Wow, I love it! It's incredible!"
First test spray on wrist: "Fuck, I'm addicted. This is so me."
It has worked out. The green heart for the heart angel. My new signature. My aura. It couldn't fit better.
And the picky nose of my better half: "Have you put it on yet? I smell nothing. It only smells like you. Mhh, yes, very nice."
The only downside: It is very, very fleeting. The beautiful sweet-sour top note that I am so addicted to is gone in what feels like 5 minutes. After that, it is mainly a softly warm fine vanilla-iris blend with a slightly diffuse green undertone. It is very special, yet very unobtrusive, works well at any time of the day, and for those around, only a fine fleeting magic is perceptible.
I tasted the rhubarb tart in the Masoala Hall, was shockingly in love, and became instantly addicted. I want to bathe in it, I want to douse myself from head to toe, I never want to smell like anything else again. Just please, please a little longer and more intense.
I thought I had found it in Versace Crystal Noir EDT. I liked the fruity top note, slightly sweet but not too sweet, a bit mysterious, sexy, dark, yet clear, clean, and mature. Deep and slightly distant at the same time.
Unfortunately, my better half has a super fine picky nose and generally believes that women should smell like themselves and not like something artificial. The picky nose was completely against the violet in Crystal Noir, and in this case, I can agree; it has a constructed synthetic touch that doesn't quite suit me either. My personality is more natural. I have a green heart, not a violet one.
After extensive research, I came across Aura by Mugler. I liked the green heart, and yes, I admit, the design of the bottle plays a significant role for me, just like the name. The entire image has to fit.
A Mugler? Could it be? I am certainly open to originality, but Angel gives me an instant feeling of nausea, and Alien is the signature scent of a dear young colleague who studies art with me and lives nearby, and who has recently often given me rides in her car. So I know Alien well now, and I must say, it suits her incredibly well, as she often feels a bit out of place in the world. For me, it's not my thing. I often discussed perfumes in the car with the same colleague, and we agreed that Mugler fragrances are bold and extraordinary, the bottle designs chic, but that he has gone too far with Womanity, and Angel Muse is simply Angel smeared with Nutella.
My better half loves Nutella, but the picky nose wants the real thing, and I don't want to smell like Nutella.
So I diligently read page after page of reviews, watched YouTube videos, and prepared myself for the worst. Pear, vanilla, iris, and orange blossom are favorites of mine. I've never smelled rhubarb in a perfume, but I really like it as a plant and in food. Coincidentally, the rhubarb in my garden was just about to bloom for the first time. I was curious. I had never heard of Tiger Liana, but when something is described as diffusely green, I can usually warm up to it. What I don't like are piercingly green things. Since the EDT is described as fine, balanced, and unobtrusive, I thought I would try it first, and maybe even the picky nose could warm up to it. "Like rhubarb tart in the Masoala Hall," I summarized the research findings as I tried to justify my decision.
(Sorry dear German readers, this is a Swiss insider. The Masoala Hall is a rainforest hall at the Zurich Zoo, and a Wähe is something that could best be described as a flat fruit cake.)
The timing was also good. The rhubarb about to open its bud, a family gathering (it was my aunt's 80th birthday, whom I hadn't seen in 20 years, and I had generally been anxious about it because I am the black sheep of the family), which took place in the Masoala Hall, I had just gotten through with unexpectedly positive results. Presentations for my studies were coming up, and I thought if I managed those well, I deserved a new perfume as a reward. And if it actually fits... Well, I love it when things come together in such a beautifully rounded poetic arc that one can convince oneself that fate had a hand in it.
I ordered it a day before my presentation, but I didn't expect it to arrive in time. The presentation went surprisingly well; I was able to say what I needed to say. My work was about the Garden of Eden, and I felt I could convey it appropriately. One of the experts concluded with, "And what is your role in all of this? The gardener's?" When I agreed, he said lightly sarcastically but with humor: "Archangel." A colleague corrected him and said: "Heart angel." I found that somehow very fitting.
In the evening, on the way home in the car, I told my Alien colleague that I had ordered the green heart, but it probably wouldn't arrive today. But, in fact, it was already in the mailbox.
First sniff from the bottle: "Oh no, the worst fears have come true. Dentist's office and xylitol gum from my childhood."
First test spray on paper strip: "Wow, I love it! It's incredible!"
First test spray on wrist: "Fuck, I'm addicted. This is so me."
It has worked out. The green heart for the heart angel. My new signature. My aura. It couldn't fit better.
And the picky nose of my better half: "Have you put it on yet? I smell nothing. It only smells like you. Mhh, yes, very nice."
The only downside: It is very, very fleeting. The beautiful sweet-sour top note that I am so addicted to is gone in what feels like 5 minutes. After that, it is mainly a softly warm fine vanilla-iris blend with a slightly diffuse green undertone. It is very special, yet very unobtrusive, works well at any time of the day, and for those around, only a fine fleeting magic is perceptible.
I tasted the rhubarb tart in the Masoala Hall, was shockingly in love, and became instantly addicted. I want to bathe in it, I want to douse myself from head to toe, I never want to smell like anything else again. Just please, please a little longer and more intense.
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