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No Mercy
Please forgive me, but unfortunately, after the fourth, extensive Xerjoff test, I now think I dislike them all. I can not get to it. There's something in all of them that I find disgusting and that always feels like a slap in the face. There is nothing hidden, no subtle sexiness but rather something like inflatable boat lips and made tits...Sorry, that is now very politically incorrect but so it feels to me...
This phenomenon brings some of the popular, modern and hyped niche fragrances, all of which impress with crushing sillage, atomic durability and a presence like a narcissistic bulldozer. But in doing so, in my opinion, shoot far beyond the target and slay me with your intensity.
Which, in turn, makes me worry that a lot of people these days seem to be starting to accept this overstimulation that's happening as normality in our hyper-civilized, technologized daily lives. Netflix, TikTok, porn and an overdose of social media - non-stop, all day long. And we only live here in Central Europe, what will it look like in SupersizeMe-America? Just yesterday, unfortunately, I experienced the same thing with Delina from Parfums de Marly. I know, now I get double trouble from the fans, I'm sorry *cough*.
At the same time, I am absolutely no opponent of molecules and the right amount of synthetics, quite the opposite.
To the fragrance: Already sniffing the atomizer lets me overdosed Ambroxig sweaty guess and it immediately forms this unpleasant pulling at the back of the nasal passages down to the throat. The first (and only) spray unfortunately confirms that I am too weak and that ultra concentrated retort water too strong. When the frontal assault has subsided somewhat, I can smell artificial flowers. And chewing gum. Unfortunately, I don't manage to define this any further. The sweetness and squeakiness doesn't subside even after 40 minutes. I only perceive a progression in that the pungent becomes less and less. The overall experience is simply very intense and certainly there are many who are looking for exactly that and love - I belong in this case rather not.
At least I like the kitschy, velvety bottles totally super and there seems to be an overall artful concept behind it with this "on the face" character, which in turn gives the whole thing a better classification as an intentional performance of the overloaded and appeases me at least as an aesthete.
I guess there always has to be a counter-experience to everything: instead of tender, gentle, subtle and mystical, it's a lot, loud and over the top. In any case, I must be better prepared for this in the future with these grenades, if I should, despite everything, dare to go further.
Because one thing is for sure: Even if it is too crass now, it can be different another time. One should always remain open to new impressions.
This phenomenon brings some of the popular, modern and hyped niche fragrances, all of which impress with crushing sillage, atomic durability and a presence like a narcissistic bulldozer. But in doing so, in my opinion, shoot far beyond the target and slay me with your intensity.
Which, in turn, makes me worry that a lot of people these days seem to be starting to accept this overstimulation that's happening as normality in our hyper-civilized, technologized daily lives. Netflix, TikTok, porn and an overdose of social media - non-stop, all day long. And we only live here in Central Europe, what will it look like in SupersizeMe-America? Just yesterday, unfortunately, I experienced the same thing with Delina from Parfums de Marly. I know, now I get double trouble from the fans, I'm sorry *cough*.
At the same time, I am absolutely no opponent of molecules and the right amount of synthetics, quite the opposite.
To the fragrance: Already sniffing the atomizer lets me overdosed Ambroxig sweaty guess and it immediately forms this unpleasant pulling at the back of the nasal passages down to the throat. The first (and only) spray unfortunately confirms that I am too weak and that ultra concentrated retort water too strong. When the frontal assault has subsided somewhat, I can smell artificial flowers. And chewing gum. Unfortunately, I don't manage to define this any further. The sweetness and squeakiness doesn't subside even after 40 minutes. I only perceive a progression in that the pungent becomes less and less. The overall experience is simply very intense and certainly there are many who are looking for exactly that and love - I belong in this case rather not.
At least I like the kitschy, velvety bottles totally super and there seems to be an overall artful concept behind it with this "on the face" character, which in turn gives the whole thing a better classification as an intentional performance of the overloaded and appeases me at least as an aesthete.
I guess there always has to be a counter-experience to everything: instead of tender, gentle, subtle and mystical, it's a lot, loud and over the top. In any case, I must be better prepared for this in the future with these grenades, if I should, despite everything, dare to go further.
Because one thing is for sure: Even if it is too crass now, it can be different another time. One should always remain open to new impressions.
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The pure loveliness
As it is just so, came one day through a perfume exchange literally a few golden drops of a sample of this honey to me. And since then they did not let me go.
Somehow I always wanted to have Dior's Hypnotic Poison, it was such a distinctive, yet princess-like fragrance of my youth, which I never owned myself, but which at a certain time always somehow wafted through the city centers and the perfume departments of large department stores, was often tested by me and thrilled me at the time hard. But then, over the years, it lost its appeal to me. He became too violent, too artificial, too intrusive and too - sorry - tussimäßig. Probably because of this, he still had not come to me.
All this is the Lune de Miel namely not at all. No PlayDo dough, no pungent overpowering, no artificial vehemence, no mile-long swaths of fragrance. But instead, pleasantly sweet honey with tuberose and vanilla pastry, which just never seems overloaded or as if it would only fit the Christmas winter, not at all. I like to have that just every day, every moment on me and around me. Right now in the spring.
The very first moment is perhaps actually a bit spiky, but immediately afterwards softens the overall impression and even the red berries are now briefly perceptible to me when sniffing very closely, however, they immediately swim in a sea of vanilla. Which pleases me very much. The characteristic tuberose also comes along immediately. And stays. Then I smell white, sweet flowers, whether it is now hawthorn or gardenia - so differentiated my sniffing piece does not yet work, I would have to have smelled more gardenia and hawthorn. And I have not yet.
How the fragrance then develops and stays for hours, with me around 4-5 hours, is what made me buy it in the first place and write this comment. The wonderful mixture of dominant vanilla with tuberose and then gingerly some sandalwood to it, becomes gradually weaker, but plays with me so convincingly lovely with each other that I get so quite a transfigured look. Whenever I perceive it, I am in heaven. Because it remains light. Because it is as golden as a fairy's kiss. Because it makes me happy for hours like hardly any other fragrance has ever done before. And calms me down a lot. I've been looking for that for years.
Sure, it is also for me a HP Dupe, but a very light and portable, quite with without penetrance. It reminds me more of the initial HP when it came out and has not yet poked in the nose but was very magical and balsamic.
The bottle is indeed unsightly, but that's me at the price and the amount of delicious honey in there pretty Wurscht.
Somehow I always wanted to have Dior's Hypnotic Poison, it was such a distinctive, yet princess-like fragrance of my youth, which I never owned myself, but which at a certain time always somehow wafted through the city centers and the perfume departments of large department stores, was often tested by me and thrilled me at the time hard. But then, over the years, it lost its appeal to me. He became too violent, too artificial, too intrusive and too - sorry - tussimäßig. Probably because of this, he still had not come to me.
All this is the Lune de Miel namely not at all. No PlayDo dough, no pungent overpowering, no artificial vehemence, no mile-long swaths of fragrance. But instead, pleasantly sweet honey with tuberose and vanilla pastry, which just never seems overloaded or as if it would only fit the Christmas winter, not at all. I like to have that just every day, every moment on me and around me. Right now in the spring.
The very first moment is perhaps actually a bit spiky, but immediately afterwards softens the overall impression and even the red berries are now briefly perceptible to me when sniffing very closely, however, they immediately swim in a sea of vanilla. Which pleases me very much. The characteristic tuberose also comes along immediately. And stays. Then I smell white, sweet flowers, whether it is now hawthorn or gardenia - so differentiated my sniffing piece does not yet work, I would have to have smelled more gardenia and hawthorn. And I have not yet.
How the fragrance then develops and stays for hours, with me around 4-5 hours, is what made me buy it in the first place and write this comment. The wonderful mixture of dominant vanilla with tuberose and then gingerly some sandalwood to it, becomes gradually weaker, but plays with me so convincingly lovely with each other that I get so quite a transfigured look. Whenever I perceive it, I am in heaven. Because it remains light. Because it is as golden as a fairy's kiss. Because it makes me happy for hours like hardly any other fragrance has ever done before. And calms me down a lot. I've been looking for that for years.
Sure, it is also for me a HP Dupe, but a very light and portable, quite with without penetrance. It reminds me more of the initial HP when it came out and has not yet poked in the nose but was very magical and balsamic.
The bottle is indeed unsightly, but that's me at the price and the amount of delicious honey in there pretty Wurscht.
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Flattering protector
Through a swap with a very dear Parfuma I come just in the pleasure of this magnificence. Directly sniffed the bottle, I immediately think: Oh yes, this is something really pleasantly warm, fine and fits this day with recurring snow showers. The first spray on the arm becomes sweet, heavy and dense. And immediately vanilla with a strong floral impact, which is probably the heliotrope - I still like it in any case, even if it's quite mighty powerful, dear Egon. Nothing to hide and not at all subtle.
Now slowly something chemical-medical comes in....and disappears again....it remains exciting....I don't perceive lemon or rose....now, still a little later, it becomes noble and sophisticated. Like a big, beautifully golden Kashmir shawl that protects me from the evil world outside. That's probably what the cinnamon does. I like. And that's where the sun comes out..
Now slowly something chemical-medical comes in....and disappears again....it remains exciting....I don't perceive lemon or rose....now, still a little later, it becomes noble and sophisticated. Like a big, beautifully golden Kashmir shawl that protects me from the evil world outside. That's probably what the cinnamon does. I like. And that's where the sun comes out..
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