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Homer, Amazons, and a Sheriff from New Mexico
8th century BC
Homer describes Amazons who went into battle like men.
1974
Clay fights Foreman
(.. I was allowed to watch with Dad at half past three in the morning. Since I was also socialized through football, it is probably thanks to my mom that I don’t drive through Austria’s toll roads shouting and cursing .. )
Nixon resigns, Schmidt follows Brandt.
Fittibaldi becomes world champion. Thöni, Stenmark, Klammer, and Rosi Mittermaier ski.
FC Bayern becomes champions. ( already back then mia san mia )
Abba wins with Waterloo.
The cuddly faction listened to Holm's "Tränen lügen nicht," while the leather jacket crowd listened to Nazareth with "This Flight Tonight."
The former danced in Elysium to Paul Anka's "Having My Baby," while the latter struggled with the fundamental understanding of Golden Earring's "Radar Love" and switched to Eric Clapton and his report of a murder of a sheriff who was supposedly from New Mexico.
The duffle coat wearers taught the common school folk that Terry Jack's "Seasons in the Sun" was a cover version of the one true Jacques Brel and his "Le Moribond."
However, the pre-Christian Amazons also made an appearance in the 70s.
They wore miniskirts and white patent leather boots and preferred to sit in the back seat of a Beetle rather than attend Saturday evening mass.
In 1974, Hermes launched its fragrance Amazone.
Nomen est omen? - .. bold, daring, ready for battle, combative, …?
Not at all.
Amazone starts mossy, plush, and green with gentle aromas of blackcurrant supported by hyacinths.
Even as it develops, the blackcurrant (that was the name of the deputy back then in New Mexico)
shows up, flanked by various flowers to merge into a soft, long-lasting base with sandalwood, iris
and a hint of cinnamon.
A Hermes fragrance that showcases the classic of Caleche (1961) and seamlessly transitions to Diva (83)
and 24, Faubourg (95), appearing youthful, exuberant, and subtly restrained while
still allowing the Amazon to flash through now and then when a hint of vetiver and noble wood wafts into the nose.
Companions of Amazons, gentle poets, and dark-humored Monty Python gentlemen would also find Amazone quite fitting.
Comment refers to a version from 1976.
Homer describes Amazons who went into battle like men.
1974
Clay fights Foreman
(.. I was allowed to watch with Dad at half past three in the morning. Since I was also socialized through football, it is probably thanks to my mom that I don’t drive through Austria’s toll roads shouting and cursing .. )
Nixon resigns, Schmidt follows Brandt.
Fittibaldi becomes world champion. Thöni, Stenmark, Klammer, and Rosi Mittermaier ski.
FC Bayern becomes champions. ( already back then mia san mia )
Abba wins with Waterloo.
The cuddly faction listened to Holm's "Tränen lügen nicht," while the leather jacket crowd listened to Nazareth with "This Flight Tonight."
The former danced in Elysium to Paul Anka's "Having My Baby," while the latter struggled with the fundamental understanding of Golden Earring's "Radar Love" and switched to Eric Clapton and his report of a murder of a sheriff who was supposedly from New Mexico.
The duffle coat wearers taught the common school folk that Terry Jack's "Seasons in the Sun" was a cover version of the one true Jacques Brel and his "Le Moribond."
However, the pre-Christian Amazons also made an appearance in the 70s.
They wore miniskirts and white patent leather boots and preferred to sit in the back seat of a Beetle rather than attend Saturday evening mass.
In 1974, Hermes launched its fragrance Amazone.
Nomen est omen? - .. bold, daring, ready for battle, combative, …?
Not at all.
Amazone starts mossy, plush, and green with gentle aromas of blackcurrant supported by hyacinths.
Even as it develops, the blackcurrant (that was the name of the deputy back then in New Mexico)
shows up, flanked by various flowers to merge into a soft, long-lasting base with sandalwood, iris
and a hint of cinnamon.
A Hermes fragrance that showcases the classic of Caleche (1961) and seamlessly transitions to Diva (83)
and 24, Faubourg (95), appearing youthful, exuberant, and subtly restrained while
still allowing the Amazon to flash through now and then when a hint of vetiver and noble wood wafts into the nose.
Companions of Amazons, gentle poets, and dark-humored Monty Python gentlemen would also find Amazone quite fitting.
Comment refers to a version from 1976.
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LeParfum and the Junkie in Me
Since my last stay in Vienna and several visits to LeParfum, I am glad that I travel nearly 3 hours to our capital.
This small perfumery holds (too) many coveted fragrance treasures at once for someone who only finds perfume chains in their surroundings. My first impression: a tingling junkie feeling . . . new stuff, but what a kind - and above all (symptomatic): cost what it may!!
On the second day, after various short tests (almost all Matieres, some from Lutens and Amouage ..), I decided on Cuir Beluga. I wanted a special vanilla scent alongside all my Shalimar variations, one that is lasting but also polite and does not unreasonably threaten my immediate surroundings like Joop's Le Bain or Hypnotic Poison.
At first, I smell unfruitful almond liqueur, mixed with a very light rum note. A bright, spritzing tone that I cannot place and which possibly has to do with mandarin only lasts a short while. Slowly, the almond recedes and remains more or less present in the background until the end.
From now on, a rich-soft vanilla takes over in a wonderfully pastel-powdery light yellow, underlaid with cream-colored suede. Until the end after about 10 hours, the scent remains almost linear and loses only very slowly in skin-close intensity.
The sillage is medium and, as desired, polite.
The longevity is, similar to the Madagascar Ode, exceptionally good for me.
For me, Cuir Beluga is initially above all beautifully soft, warm, and hits the right note.
Upon closer sniffing, however, I discover some welcome, albeit quiet contradictions (strawflower, patchouli?), which occasionally break the unexcited harmony and make the scent special and unique.
This small perfumery holds (too) many coveted fragrance treasures at once for someone who only finds perfume chains in their surroundings. My first impression: a tingling junkie feeling . . . new stuff, but what a kind - and above all (symptomatic): cost what it may!!
On the second day, after various short tests (almost all Matieres, some from Lutens and Amouage ..), I decided on Cuir Beluga. I wanted a special vanilla scent alongside all my Shalimar variations, one that is lasting but also polite and does not unreasonably threaten my immediate surroundings like Joop's Le Bain or Hypnotic Poison.
At first, I smell unfruitful almond liqueur, mixed with a very light rum note. A bright, spritzing tone that I cannot place and which possibly has to do with mandarin only lasts a short while. Slowly, the almond recedes and remains more or less present in the background until the end.
From now on, a rich-soft vanilla takes over in a wonderfully pastel-powdery light yellow, underlaid with cream-colored suede. Until the end after about 10 hours, the scent remains almost linear and loses only very slowly in skin-close intensity.
The sillage is medium and, as desired, polite.
The longevity is, similar to the Madagascar Ode, exceptionally good for me.
For me, Cuir Beluga is initially above all beautifully soft, warm, and hits the right note.
Upon closer sniffing, however, I discover some welcome, albeit quiet contradictions (strawflower, patchouli?), which occasionally break the unexcited harmony and make the scent special and unique.
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The Poison Fragrance Family Through the Ages
Sticky, clinging, overwhelming, earning evil looks - not just from my mom: "DOES it have to be this again?? We’d rather you smoke inside!" - I was not yet 20, my dear surroundings still naive and unsuspecting of what fragrant surprises they could expect from me beyond Poison (and there was quite a bit more to come)..
I gave up smoking and banished Poison to a cupboard where all the syrupy waters of the 80s (and earlier) waited for the treacherous reformulations of recent years to be praised and favorably compared - with diluted pseudo-creations that faintly resemble the penetrating scent clouds one had to endure, holding one’s breath for minutes before daring to breathe normally again.
With today’s Poison, even Pablo, the most sensitive of cats, stays close to me - no trace of the usual sneezing fit that Shalimar tends to provoke in him..
The opening seems almost identical, spicy, warm, sweet with a hint of plum strudel,..
but already in the heart, the infamous betrayal begins and glides diluted into the thin scent trail of wood that has soaked up a cup of spilled vanilla tea, quickly dried to ensure lasting scent emptiness.
It’s possible that my skin refuses to bear the betrayal, for after 5 hours, the faint memory breeze is gone..
My unfortunately only paternal close surroundings, however, recently stated succinctly (supported by the scent-conditioned husband): it’s no longer as bad as it was back then.
So I keep the treasured remaining stash of about 20ml from the 90s, which is celebrated discreetly on truly special occasions.
The comment refers to the EDT.
I gave up smoking and banished Poison to a cupboard where all the syrupy waters of the 80s (and earlier) waited for the treacherous reformulations of recent years to be praised and favorably compared - with diluted pseudo-creations that faintly resemble the penetrating scent clouds one had to endure, holding one’s breath for minutes before daring to breathe normally again.
With today’s Poison, even Pablo, the most sensitive of cats, stays close to me - no trace of the usual sneezing fit that Shalimar tends to provoke in him..
The opening seems almost identical, spicy, warm, sweet with a hint of plum strudel,..
but already in the heart, the infamous betrayal begins and glides diluted into the thin scent trail of wood that has soaked up a cup of spilled vanilla tea, quickly dried to ensure lasting scent emptiness.
It’s possible that my skin refuses to bear the betrayal, for after 5 hours, the faint memory breeze is gone..
My unfortunately only paternal close surroundings, however, recently stated succinctly (supported by the scent-conditioned husband): it’s no longer as bad as it was back then.
So I keep the treasured remaining stash of about 20ml from the 90s, which is celebrated discreetly on truly special occasions.
The comment refers to the EDT.
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Loulou's Nuit d'Été
After reading the interesting and sometimes contradictory comments here and testing Loulou for the first time over several days, I’ll try my hand - as an inexperienced beginner - at my first comment.
Strange, in the 80s I tried every potent liquid, sprayed it (to the dismay of my friends :( ) and often found it pleasant ..
Cacharel was never among them.
After reading about the top notes of Loulou, I thought to myself: Fruits, anise.. ?? Not for me. I don’t like it. However, after the first attempts, a faint plum scent develops on my skin, and that’s about it.. the mimosa, however, piques my interest, and after applying it differently, I discover a warm, intense violet that I really like.
Already, a familiar hint of memory wafts into my nose as a precursor to the heart notes, and I think - truly excited: I know this!!
After comparing the fragrance components and practical attempts, I find myself in the once-beloved, terribly loud, balsamic spicy, richly enticing, and above all, greedily addictive summer night: Joop's Nuit d'Été (I still have half a bottle :D)
.. can it be, it’s just one fragrance accord ..!?
Yes, it can, and I believe that this is the shared interplay of heliotrope, iris root, and ylang-ylang.
The base quickly retreats to my skin, incense envelops the vanilla, which lies quietly but broadly between sandalwood and a hint of musk, quickly merging into a balsamic whole that lingers loosely overnight and gently caresses my nose in the early morning..
Subjective scent perception.. but I’m so pleased with this discovery. A reminiscent scent that flows through my well-known tropical summer nights..
The bottle is a bit of an acquired taste - similar to the red Rush plastic box - but the content is definitely worth testing and comes highly recommended by me.
Strange, in the 80s I tried every potent liquid, sprayed it (to the dismay of my friends :( ) and often found it pleasant ..
Cacharel was never among them.
After reading about the top notes of Loulou, I thought to myself: Fruits, anise.. ?? Not for me. I don’t like it. However, after the first attempts, a faint plum scent develops on my skin, and that’s about it.. the mimosa, however, piques my interest, and after applying it differently, I discover a warm, intense violet that I really like.
Already, a familiar hint of memory wafts into my nose as a precursor to the heart notes, and I think - truly excited: I know this!!
After comparing the fragrance components and practical attempts, I find myself in the once-beloved, terribly loud, balsamic spicy, richly enticing, and above all, greedily addictive summer night: Joop's Nuit d'Été (I still have half a bottle :D)
.. can it be, it’s just one fragrance accord ..!?
Yes, it can, and I believe that this is the shared interplay of heliotrope, iris root, and ylang-ylang.
The base quickly retreats to my skin, incense envelops the vanilla, which lies quietly but broadly between sandalwood and a hint of musk, quickly merging into a balsamic whole that lingers loosely overnight and gently caresses my nose in the early morning..
Subjective scent perception.. but I’m so pleased with this discovery. A reminiscent scent that flows through my well-known tropical summer nights..
The bottle is a bit of an acquired taste - similar to the red Rush plastic box - but the content is definitely worth testing and comes highly recommended by me.
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