1Marvelous

Deep and mysterious, like a green thicket from which a delicate creature emerges, shy at first, then shining with majestic grace. The chypre notes thunder out at first, overflowing with sensuality before gently transforming into powdery flowers and spicy warmth. It's as if time stands still to admire the quiet majesty of this classic. that hint of eternity, delicate yet full of inner strength. Wow, I'm lucky to have come across this fragrance. And again, the wrist goes to the nose as if in a frenzy for more. The neurons whisper just like that.

....summer time sadness...that was the first thing that came to my mind when I first put it on.

This scent of overripe, velvety dark red cherries and raspberries. The rusty florets, like a scrape from falling down...and getting up again and laughing and the "all half as bad" violet. Rounded off with wood. As if the full-bodied red wine had been spilt over it when it fell.

It's like youth, fags and cherry liqueur, crazy, sad, in love, sexy and incredibly beautiful. It carries the mood of a summer full of intense feelings - bittersweet, rebellious, and a little dangerous. A fragrance that gets under your skin like a song and reminds you of those nights.

For me, it's not a fragrance that I would want to wear out and about. It calls for - put it on - feel it - and sit with it... maybe even with a glass of good red wine and a piece of chocolate. Immersed in myself, sometimes smiling or sometimes melancholy.

And somewhere, someone is playing Lana Del Rey....

Oh, not easy to describe and very different from what I had imagined.
I clearly perceive the ice chord, but more as ice candy due to the fruit.
The pine cones are discreetly accentuated, as are the woods. Vanilla comes very late and remains unsweet. When the fruit subsides, I find the fragrance to be cool, woody and rather tart.

Today is a gray, cool and cold day. In my opinion, this is when the fragrance comes into its own best.

I have also tested it in warmer temperatures. It becomes unwearable for me, the notes in it actually call for freezing cold weather. If it's too warm, the perfume becomes too intense and heavy and the fragrance seems overloaded.

So when the weather is right and I close my eyes tightly, I'm in the woods sucking ice candy in a snow flurry. Sorry to say, but when it's too warm it tends to turn into toilet stone.

Vanilla and sugar are enflamed with love, musk and oud reveal what is going on in the sandalwood. The sugar, it burns with passion.

Burdened with the guilt of their deeds, they both find themselves in the confessional, fogged with incense that takes away their confession.

Sweetness made dirty. Sexy and wicked depending on the dosage.

Or stroll through the Christmas market and carry the scent with you into the cold church.

Both stories revealed themselves to me while spraying. I like the scent and can keep it.

Rome, at some point, the sun is setting, a museum full of white marble statues. I walk along there, look into these sublime faces, very slowly, take in this delicate fragrance. I am surrounded by freesias and violets. Warmer still thanks to the woods and brighter and more radiant thanks to some jasmine. The fragrance radiates classicism and whispers I am the everlasting, the eternal like these statues that stand here. I have come to stay, to embrace you gently, just a breath. I do not disturb you, I walk beside you and say nothing, I am simply there and emphasize the wearer's beauty and being.