Hi,
I am Tenerife and today I want to tell you about a misguided consultation.
I was trained and grew up in Hungary, my consultants call themselves Superz.
I always had a good feeling and felt well-prepared for the application at the Gate of Summer, as I was given an outfit that couldn't be fresher or more summery.
I was also advised to come across as fresh and masculine, even dominant.
Fully motivated, I waited at the Gate of Summer, with some colleagues in front of me like
Sedley, "Menthe Froide | Aura Perfume / Bijon", behind me were
Mirto di Panarea,
Théorème pour Homme and a few others.
I felt I was in the best, summery company.
Finally, it was my turn, and I was immediately scrutinized by the Lord of Summer. I confidently flaunted my turquoise outfit and pointed with a self-assured look at the turtle. "Look here, water, fresh", "oh yes, the turtle is veeeery masculine"
But the Lord of Summer seemed unimpressed and sniffed critically at me.
His gaze was doubtful, his eyebrow slightly raised.
He cleared his throat and began to speak:
"Who advised you? Who recommended you to present yourself here?"
"A seemingly summery outfit does not make a summer fragrance, you should remember that!".
I quickly sensed that I was not generating much enthusiasm and immediately thought of my consultants, but I wanted to wait for the final feedback from Summer.
He continued:
"Your white flowers do exude a hint of beach feeling, but they are torpedoed in a horrendous way for summer, namely by rather potent sweet notes and sweet spices.
Your lemon is anything but masculine; it carries the powder puff in its hand and is constantly busy in front of the mirror. While you carry the queen of spices within you with vanilla, it seems to be just a weak copy of the original. Your amber is far too sweet!
I'm sorry, but you won't be able to pass through the Gate of Summer like this!
Feel free to apply further up with Spring or try back there, where Autumn is waiting."
"Oh yes, and one more thing. For an Extrait de Parfum, you should press the bench a little more, a bit weak on the chest, dear Tenerife"
Disappointed, I left. But at the same time, I was also angry, angry at my consultants from Hungary who had told me such nonsense and seemingly dressed me completely wrong. After all, the consultants are quite expensive...
So I will shed the attributes of dominance and masculinity and will try again, probably in Spring.