Alilove

The night has passed. The morning sun playfully tickles his face. He doesn't want to start the day yet; the night was far too intense and impressive. He has fallen in love with a stranger whose seductive perfume he can still smell all over his body. It was only a brief encounter, yet for him, it was a fireworks display of emotions. He never thought that after a painful breakup, he would be able to pull back the large dusty curtain that had settled over his heart and let light flood into his inner self.
She was the nectar of his desire as she casually sipped her Cosmopolitan at the bar. Her lips were plump and cherry red. Her smile stole the show from all the other guests. He had to move closer to her. She seemed to be enjoying her drink alone, just like him, as if she did this often. She was completely absorbed in herself and her drink. She paid no attention to the lively hustle and bustle of the bar. For him, this behavior in a woman epitomized self-determination and confidence. Too many people shy away from stepping out into life as singles and spending the day publicly in social spheres all by themselves. Occasionally, she was flirted with by the bartender, who also recognized the attraction radiating from her. He had to meet this woman. Everything about her drew him in like a puppet on strings. She wore a blood-red long dress made of delicate shimmering silk, paired with a black leather jacket and cowboy boots. She seemed so unattainable and mysterious. As his cocktail neared its end, he saw this as an opportunity to approach the bar, as well as the mysterious stranger. He felt a rush of excitement and pure enthusiasm. He felt like he was floating as he rose from his barstool. This lightness was a completely new experience for him. But when he caught the scent emanating from her, it was all over for him. It is indeed true that olfactory perception in humans works through the nose. She smelled incredibly erotic, like a fruity overripe blood-red grapefruit that retained its zest despite its ripeness. Along with the grapefruit, he detected a full-bodied deep red cherry and a bunch of other red berries, which were desired by lightly spicy, delicately peppery ginger, adding even more depth. The black currant, with its zesty sweet-sourness, was the main actor that ignited erotic desires. Delicate white flowers like jasmine and tuberose embodied pure femininity in perfection without coming across as aggressively clumsy. The patchouli revealed itself to be very profound, daring, dark, and wild. It fit perfectly with the sultry, dimly lit bar atmosphere, harmonizing beautifully with the delicate leather of her jacket and carrying subtle hints of vanilla. The closer he got to her, the more spices he could sniff out.
He felt a thrill when her gaze suddenly crossed his. He gathered all his courage and sat down next to her at the bar....
Back in the here and now, alone between white sheets without her, he was still impressed by the pull of desire he had fallen into. They had shared a nightcap; strong Italian espresso with a marzipan praline. Although he was far from being drunk, he had to admit to himself that he was intoxicated with longing and lust. The night passed by him like a sparkling veil. She had fascinated him incredibly. He had lost all sense of time. He hung on her lips, lost himself in her eyes. She transported him to other worlds with her stories. But the night was not infinite, which he desperately wished for at that moment. Sooner or later, he would have to return the cozy warm blanket that she had wrapped around him with her entire being. She must have left something behind. He was in a daze. Still. He searched his pockets for a remnant of her. And he found it....

The scent is an incredible seducer for the evening/night and turns men's heads in droves. It slightly resembles Hypnotic Poison and Black Opium. However, it is distinctly more unique and interesting, "modern." One should not overdo it with the spraying, as it could otherwise mutate into a sillage monster and become somewhat annoying.

"And now, out into the night and after the adventure." whispers this incredibly mysterious fragrance to all interested parties and wearers. According to the creator Christopher Chang, it is meant to reflect the exuberant multicultural era of the 70s and capture the glowing energy that prevailed in his hometown of New York.
It was inspired by the wild happenings at the legendary Studio 54, where diverse lifestyles and cultures collided. A new disco revolution was brought to life.
We are dealing here with a timeless, colorful, demanding, and multifaceted fragrance. Its character is dazzling, yet not transparent and easy to handle; nevertheless, it captivates everyone around with its mystically wicked aura and playful provocation.
"Imitation Woman" starts with a initially zesty, refreshing tart blackcurrant, which, however, gains more ripeness and depth over time, becoming sweeter and fuller-bodied, like blood-red ripe wine, ripe fruit, and carries a veil of magical eroticism through fine licorice nuances, thus appearing directly as an insatiable seductress. Delicate white flowers skillfully sneak in, ensuring that the fragrance remains interesting and does not drift into the ordinary. Aldehydes evoke 70s associations and the typical vintage touch, without coming off as old-fashioned or dusty.
Sandalwood brings to mind wooden furniture from the 70s. Patchouli and incense rekindle memories of hippie incense sticks, old club chairs, worn leather sofas, smoke clouds, spilled mixed drinks in rundown discos, where people celebrated exuberantly and unrestrained until dawn.
Rarely have I smelled such an exciting and thrilling fragrance that cannot be compared to any other. The fragrance veil makes the wearer appear even more mysterious and ensures "head-turner" moments.
Definitely not for everyone and clearly intended for the evening/night (the moon is on your side;) ) and not for every day.
For me, it is also absolutely unisex, and just as erotic and attractive on a man.

Some time ago, I felt the urge to dive back into the wonderful world of books and sought out a small dusty esoteric bookstore in my city. I was immediately welcomed by clouds of incense, meditation music, and dream catchers hanging from the ceiling.
This time, I chose the magic corner and immersed myself in the world of witches and wizards. It felt like a little self-meditation because I forgot the here and now for a short time.
Suddenly, I noticed a sweet note in the incense-dominated air. This mixture smelled interesting and somehow attractive. Completely intoxicated by the books and dazed by the impressions of this bookstore, I turned to the side and saw a man standing right next to me, who, like me, was almost devouring the books on magic and tarot. Meanwhile, he kept sipping from his can of Redbull, which he shamelessly pulled out of his jacket pocket. I had never been a fan of energy drinks and rather despised those mixtures. But at that moment, the image was different. Cautiously and inconspicuously, I scanned this mysterious reader beside me. He looked daring but well-groomed. His nose was deep in the books. At some point, he noticed my interested glances, smiled at me, and said, "Oh, it looks like we have the same taste. These books are dangerous. Once you choose them, you can't stop reading because they are so exciting. Books put me in a state of euphoria at night. That's why the Redbull..." We chatted for a while longer. This communication among like-minded individuals would stay in my memory for a long time.
"Mukhallat" by Montale brings back the encounter with the mysterious stranger. To me, Montale's blend smells neither like plastic Barbie, rotten fruit, nor nail polish remover. Rather, it has the scent of those American Valentine's heart candies, fizzy powder, incense sticks, shisha, and Redbull, but in an interesting way. I believe this fragrance is among those with the most extreme negative reviews. That's probably why it sparked my rebellious curiosity. Fortunately, tastes differ, and one shouldn't be too discouraged by others' reviews but always make one's own impression.
The opening is quite extreme and synthetic, but by no means off-putting or toxic. The wild strawberry is quite present and reminiscent of candy shops. The Peru balsam takes away the kitschy sweetness and gives the fragrance a special depth and slight balsamic resinousness. After a few hours, the scent becomes softer, quieter, and the vanilla emerges.
Overall, very extravagant and special for special occasions or rebellious days to get lost in other thoughts. Either love or hate. There's no in-between :D

It feels like entire worlds open up after the first spray. The wearer of this fragrance deeply feels the sting of curiosity for the unknown, the desire to cross the narrow line that separates our concrete thoughts from the darkly colored, mystical fantasies of the unconscious, as well as the will to not bind one's mind with the chains of the visible and commonly known. The scent tempts one to float in the twilight between reality and its opposite. One ventures into the shadows of oneself, where we harbor all our shades of being.
The French have created something truly extraordinary here.
The fragrance is incredibly dark and mysterious with its smoky aura. Yet it is still silky soft and not too aggressive. It starts off with an oriental wickedness (cinnamon patchouli) with a mischievous sweet-sourness that longs to captivate everyone. Accompanying this are smoky accords reminiscent of firewood, descending ever deeper into the depths of the disreputable. The plum enters into a symbiotic relationship with the vanilla, leading this love affair to endow the fragrance with an incredibly erotic arrogance. One might assume they are dealing with an extraordinarily expensive perfume. Definitely unisex, but without losing its charm, as the scent perfectly resonates with the aura of its wearer, sneaking in a multifaceted manner like a chameleon and promising a grand appearance.

As the sun sinks on the horizon, the day comes to an end and the night begins.... There is hardly a more romantic image than a sunset.
This noble perfume treasure intensely reminds me of my vacations in the City of Angels - in the Hollywood Hills, Los Angeles, and brings the sunset romance back to life time and again. No other city shines in such a rich golden light, is so multifaceted, and has such impressive energies as LA.
The scent symbolizes for me the colorful light spectacle. A rich evening glow perfectly captured. "Sunset Romance" starts off fruity sweet. Here, you immediately catch a whiff of the sweet-sour pear, which might be heated on a stick over the campfire. It becomes warm and cozy, as dark wood notes quickly join in, giving the initial sweetness a naughty touch. The innocent lily of the valley, which has a sweet scent and was regarded as a symbol of spring and hope for love and happiness, mixes in and adds a carefree/playful quality to the whole scenario. The delicate salty sea breeze from the Pacific is in the air, and musk and amber accords create a romantic-intimate atmosphere. The warmth of the evening sun and the campfire is still distinctly felt. Once the scent settles, it becomes softer and closer to the skin; nevertheless, I perceive it as a sensual and animalistic lure due to the dark smoky patchouli note. Exceptionally well done and also very attractive on men!