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Poudrée, Ambrée and Rouge or: three Narcisos in one week - a little comparison
After I have unpacked a bottle of Narciso Rouge earlier this week and reported on it, then on Thursday the Ambrée thanks to a bottling of PetiteMadame was allowed to test, here comes my review of the third in the bunch. Many thanks to Moenique, which has bottled me this fragrance.
Basically, I like powdery fragrances and have accordingly Eau de Zwitsal, Wolkenseifen Be my Baby, Nenuco, Bulgari Petits & Mamans called my own (although I feel the latter two not necessarily too powdery).
To the Poudrée: in the usual manner, I first wetted a paper strip with it, let it act on me, after about 3 hours he was allowed on the skin.
Top notes: rose and jasmine, in the first two, three minutes the rose predominates, then it is a tie between the two. A touch of musk joins in, overall a wonderful floral warm note. It strikes me as a touch - really just a touch! - Vanilla. Very sensual, unlike on paper, however, it briefly takes a synthetic course on my skin after about 4 to 5 minutes - I found that a bit disturbing. This note disappears very quickly, however.
In the top note, Rouge and Poudrée are similar, but Poudrée does not develop this demanding force, remains rather more discreet. The jasmine does not impose itself, is held finely in check.
After about 20 minutes, another transformation: rose and jasmine join discreetly in the background, musk, cedar and a touch of iris emerge. All in all, a beautiful, soft round composition.
Vetiver I do not smell here either, but as I wrote in a previous review: vetiver is one of the fragrance oils that I have been using almost daily for years in a homemade base blend and that is probably higher concentrated than it is found in most perfumes (I like it earthy and heavy and create my own base with vetiver, among other things). From therefore I attribute the vetiver note not perceptible for me here to my probably now used olfactory blindness for vetiver.
In terms of intensity, the heart note of Poudrèe is between Ambrée (less intense) and Rouge (much more intense).
The base... i'm still waiting, and I'm curious how I will smell tomorrow morning.
Or in other words, after the heart note, not much really develops. The mixture of the heart note remains. And anything else would be a shame, because it is a perfect powder blend. A very feminine powder blend. It smells very similar to Wolkenseifen Be my Baby to me. However, from my point of view, Be my Baby is really a baby powder scent, innocent, childlike, pure - but at the same time very intense, too intense and spacey for me.
Narciso Poudrée is a bit more wicked when compared to Be my Baby. Musk, rose and jasmine play perfectly together here and add a touch of sexiness and femininity to the childlike baby powder innocence. Despite the musk, however, it's a well-groomed femininity, not an animalic one. Despite everything: my neighbor (tends to be more a friend of animal-feminine scents, which he does not know, but I have certainly already registered) likes the fragrance.
The fragrance remains very close to the body, is also here between Ambrée (only perceptible in the immediate vicinity of the body) and Rouge (very expansive).
Conclusion:
Beautiful powder fragrance, smells for my nose very similar to Wolkenseifen Be my Baby, but more subtle and at the same time more feminine. Fans of Eau de Zwitsal and Be my Baby can test here hearty and will most likely be thrilled.
The durability is enormous - a spritz and it smells, smells, smells, without me now have to refill. I'm actually thinking about doing it, but only because I found the first few minutes of the top note very sensual and beguiling. However, since I still perceive the fragrance very intensely, it would clearly be too much in the subsequent development. On the one hand, I am very sensitive to odors, on the other hand, I find just with powder fragrances and especially with jasmine: less is always more here. In my fragrance world, powderiness is ideally delicately perceptible, not expansive and slaying the other, but cuddly inviting, well-groomed, a bit sensual. And that is exactly what the Narciso Poudrée creates with a spritz.
Unlike Ambrée, which seems summery and light to my nose, I find Poudrée works well as a winter cozy scent. Rouge - yes, the dear Rouge. Rouge, in my view, is only somewhat comparable to Ambrée and Poudrée because of its opulence and sweeping sexiness. It plays for me in a completely different league, smelling of a clear intention. In contrast, Poudrée and Ambrée seem tender and innocent, but by no means unfeminine or boring.
In my view, all three are beautifully composed, successful fragrances.
SUPPLEMENT: I had yes put in the room that I wonder how I will probably smell "the morning after", because no base has developed. When I lay in bed last night and sniffed my arm again, I smelled almost nothing. That struck me as odd, since I had still perceived the full note 30 minutes earlier. A sniff this morning on the very tight sleeve of the sweater I wore yesterday, and the mystery was solved: the powder note has held throughout the clothing.
Thus, the following applies to me:
Durability on the skin: probably rather average.
Durability on the clothes: above average - the powder note is here today even softer and creamier than yesterday, somewhat less perceptible. The inclined reader can certainly imagine what I did with the clothes that I will wear tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
Sometimes just a bit of Grenouille goes through with me.
Basically, I like powdery fragrances and have accordingly Eau de Zwitsal, Wolkenseifen Be my Baby, Nenuco, Bulgari Petits & Mamans called my own (although I feel the latter two not necessarily too powdery).
To the Poudrée: in the usual manner, I first wetted a paper strip with it, let it act on me, after about 3 hours he was allowed on the skin.
Top notes: rose and jasmine, in the first two, three minutes the rose predominates, then it is a tie between the two. A touch of musk joins in, overall a wonderful floral warm note. It strikes me as a touch - really just a touch! - Vanilla. Very sensual, unlike on paper, however, it briefly takes a synthetic course on my skin after about 4 to 5 minutes - I found that a bit disturbing. This note disappears very quickly, however.
In the top note, Rouge and Poudrée are similar, but Poudrée does not develop this demanding force, remains rather more discreet. The jasmine does not impose itself, is held finely in check.
After about 20 minutes, another transformation: rose and jasmine join discreetly in the background, musk, cedar and a touch of iris emerge. All in all, a beautiful, soft round composition.
Vetiver I do not smell here either, but as I wrote in a previous review: vetiver is one of the fragrance oils that I have been using almost daily for years in a homemade base blend and that is probably higher concentrated than it is found in most perfumes (I like it earthy and heavy and create my own base with vetiver, among other things). From therefore I attribute the vetiver note not perceptible for me here to my probably now used olfactory blindness for vetiver.
In terms of intensity, the heart note of Poudrèe is between Ambrée (less intense) and Rouge (much more intense).
The base... i'm still waiting, and I'm curious how I will smell tomorrow morning.
Or in other words, after the heart note, not much really develops. The mixture of the heart note remains. And anything else would be a shame, because it is a perfect powder blend. A very feminine powder blend. It smells very similar to Wolkenseifen Be my Baby to me. However, from my point of view, Be my Baby is really a baby powder scent, innocent, childlike, pure - but at the same time very intense, too intense and spacey for me.
Narciso Poudrée is a bit more wicked when compared to Be my Baby. Musk, rose and jasmine play perfectly together here and add a touch of sexiness and femininity to the childlike baby powder innocence. Despite the musk, however, it's a well-groomed femininity, not an animalic one. Despite everything: my neighbor (tends to be more a friend of animal-feminine scents, which he does not know, but I have certainly already registered) likes the fragrance.
The fragrance remains very close to the body, is also here between Ambrée (only perceptible in the immediate vicinity of the body) and Rouge (very expansive).
Conclusion:
Beautiful powder fragrance, smells for my nose very similar to Wolkenseifen Be my Baby, but more subtle and at the same time more feminine. Fans of Eau de Zwitsal and Be my Baby can test here hearty and will most likely be thrilled.
The durability is enormous - a spritz and it smells, smells, smells, without me now have to refill. I'm actually thinking about doing it, but only because I found the first few minutes of the top note very sensual and beguiling. However, since I still perceive the fragrance very intensely, it would clearly be too much in the subsequent development. On the one hand, I am very sensitive to odors, on the other hand, I find just with powder fragrances and especially with jasmine: less is always more here. In my fragrance world, powderiness is ideally delicately perceptible, not expansive and slaying the other, but cuddly inviting, well-groomed, a bit sensual. And that is exactly what the Narciso Poudrée creates with a spritz.
Unlike Ambrée, which seems summery and light to my nose, I find Poudrée works well as a winter cozy scent. Rouge - yes, the dear Rouge. Rouge, in my view, is only somewhat comparable to Ambrée and Poudrée because of its opulence and sweeping sexiness. It plays for me in a completely different league, smelling of a clear intention. In contrast, Poudrée and Ambrée seem tender and innocent, but by no means unfeminine or boring.
In my view, all three are beautifully composed, successful fragrances.
SUPPLEMENT: I had yes put in the room that I wonder how I will probably smell "the morning after", because no base has developed. When I lay in bed last night and sniffed my arm again, I smelled almost nothing. That struck me as odd, since I had still perceived the full note 30 minutes earlier. A sniff this morning on the very tight sleeve of the sweater I wore yesterday, and the mystery was solved: the powder note has held throughout the clothing.
Thus, the following applies to me:
Durability on the skin: probably rather average.
Durability on the clothes: above average - the powder note is here today even softer and creamier than yesterday, somewhat less perceptible. The inclined reader can certainly imagine what I did with the clothes that I will wear tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
Sometimes just a bit of Grenouille goes through with me.
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what an alien...
Earlier this week, I was sent a sample of Alien Goddess with a perfume order. "Oh my god, not another Alien!", I thought spontaneously.
Alien - a fragrance that you love or hate. My encounter with Alien No. 1 was about 15 years ago. I have already sniffed out before at one or the other place during a stroll through the city that something new for my nose has entered the earth's atmosphere. Then a day in the office - the assistant in the secretary's office had just gone on maternity leave. A colleague and I enter the hallway, and a sultry swath billows in the air. I can still see us looking at each other questioningly with raised eyebrows. We work our way carefully down the hallway, the smell getting stronger. The new temporary employee is sitting in the secretary's office. When we catch sight of her, we're already half-conscious of the jasmine. A reserved "hello" on our part, with bated breath. I don't dare enter the room. "We're in a bit of a hurry!", I hear myself say, and we hurry away. That was a close one!
Alien #1 and me - after successfully avoiding contact at first, I ended up having to enter the alien's lair. She is perhaps 7, 8, 9 years older than me, seems madamig. Demonstratively she frickelt a bar Merci from the foil.
"I like to eat Merci. The blue ones." she says. Not a statement, but an indirect request. 'If you want me to do something for you, you have to give me something,' resonates. I have to control myself not to roll my eyes. In case of doubt, I suppose I could have blamed it on the infernal-numbing scent.
"This is really very extravagant," I counter with a serious expression. "And really good. Good thing it's not chocolate peanuts. Because I really like to eat them. If they're sitting around somewhere, I pull them away like a vacuum cleaner."
Alien number 1 seems confused.
I ask her to prepare a few things for training. She looks at me condescendingly, turns to me in the desk chair, crosses her legs and fingers her artificial fingernails.
"Hee hee hee," she sighs, looking at me with a puckered corner of her mouth. "I don't feel like it."
"Uh-huh," I say. I put on my most understanding face. "It's no big deal." I lean toward her conspiratorially, "Between you and me, I don't feel like it right now either. But you and I don't want to have intercourse right now. It would just be nice if you did your job and prepared the training. And I'm sure your libido will be fine." I snap and wink at her. (I admit my humor takes some getting used to for many).
Alien No. 1 seems disturbed. I'm slightly annoyed. The smell almost slays me." "Glad we cleared that up - thanks so much already," I add.
Alien No. 1 has significantly shaped my relationship with the fragrance. You can guess: we have not become friends. And I admit that it is difficult for me to discard this first impression, I was really glad when the Alien hype had an end.
And now here you are, Alien Goddess. The goddess of the aliens. I was just missing you. I read the scent description on the paper.... Bergamot is in it. Super. Spontaneously comes to mind: I once had a food moth plague, small caterpillars and moths in my kitchen - 2 days to clean out all cabinets, wipe out with vinegar water, blow dry the cabinet crevices, dispose of all dry supplies, get a plethora of airtight boxes. And the secret tip from the Internet: Essential oil - specifically, bergamot - drives the beasties away. For weeks, it smelled like bergamot in my kitchen. Actually quite pleasant, but still somehow involuntary.
Alien Goddess. I'm sure this will be a short, loveless acquaintance. I decide to spray you on a strip of paper. Can I quickly carry to the dumpster. As I set down the tiny pump, I see in my mind's eye a tree-sized, intergalactic food moth emerging from an acre-sized UFO. That's how I imagine her, the alien goddess. I become a little queasy.
I wait a moment and carefully approach the strip to my nose. "Strange," I think...there's a bit of something coming out. I dare to get closer. And am amazed.
Top notes: bergamot and creamy coconut. Delicate freshness, gentle creaminess. A touch of jasmine. Delicate, not numbing. Vanilla I can also sense. A creamy fresh scent, summery, not heavy or sultry. I take another sniff. The scent is really very delicate, like sunscreen.
I am irritated. This is not a giant UFO moth! This is not an alien.
I work around a bit, take the strip again and again to hand. The freshness fades slowly, in between I smell briefly coconut macaroon. And the coconut macaroon I mean is not sweet-heavy, but a juicy, airy-light coconut macaroon with a bit of lemon zest. That's how I've always baked them. So not a classic Christmas cookie scent. Then the bergamot disappears almost completely.
Heart note: Again a creamy blend, jasmine and heliotrope go hand in hand, vanilla and a light woody note slowly come through. The coconut remains, but it is not a synthetic intrusive coconut scent. For coconut haters probably still too much, for coconut lovers like me a dream. In the heart note, the scent clearly reminds me of a weaker version of Replica Beach Walk. "Sun kissed salty skin", comes to mind - so is the fragrance theme, and I find it very appropriate here too.
At this moment, I solemnly decide, "You're the first alien I'm allowed to get into my laundry!" Or better: on the skin. A careful splash finds its way onto my forearm.
The scent development on my skin proceeds very similarly as on paper. And eventually it comes through.
The base: a warm vanilla note, paired with delicate jasmine, some heliotrope and creamy coconut. All very close to the body. I was actually working out tonight, was a bit worried that the scent would become overbearing if I broke a sweat. I smelled it intensely myself. After the workout, I asked my trainer - she barely smelled anything, although she was within a meter of me in between. So really very close to the body, not intrusive.
My conclusion: I never thought I would say this, but: there is actually an Alien that I like. I could imagine wearing it on summer days to a maximum of 30 degrees, above that the base would be too heavy for me. For spring and fall absolutely suitable, and even on warmer winter days I could imagine him. However: I still have the Beach Walk here (he is already in hibernation), and before I do not have the on (or over), comes me the Alien Goddess probably not in the house. For this, the two are then too similar.
Alien - a fragrance that you love or hate. My encounter with Alien No. 1 was about 15 years ago. I have already sniffed out before at one or the other place during a stroll through the city that something new for my nose has entered the earth's atmosphere. Then a day in the office - the assistant in the secretary's office had just gone on maternity leave. A colleague and I enter the hallway, and a sultry swath billows in the air. I can still see us looking at each other questioningly with raised eyebrows. We work our way carefully down the hallway, the smell getting stronger. The new temporary employee is sitting in the secretary's office. When we catch sight of her, we're already half-conscious of the jasmine. A reserved "hello" on our part, with bated breath. I don't dare enter the room. "We're in a bit of a hurry!", I hear myself say, and we hurry away. That was a close one!
Alien #1 and me - after successfully avoiding contact at first, I ended up having to enter the alien's lair. She is perhaps 7, 8, 9 years older than me, seems madamig. Demonstratively she frickelt a bar Merci from the foil.
"I like to eat Merci. The blue ones." she says. Not a statement, but an indirect request. 'If you want me to do something for you, you have to give me something,' resonates. I have to control myself not to roll my eyes. In case of doubt, I suppose I could have blamed it on the infernal-numbing scent.
"This is really very extravagant," I counter with a serious expression. "And really good. Good thing it's not chocolate peanuts. Because I really like to eat them. If they're sitting around somewhere, I pull them away like a vacuum cleaner."
Alien number 1 seems confused.
I ask her to prepare a few things for training. She looks at me condescendingly, turns to me in the desk chair, crosses her legs and fingers her artificial fingernails.
"Hee hee hee," she sighs, looking at me with a puckered corner of her mouth. "I don't feel like it."
"Uh-huh," I say. I put on my most understanding face. "It's no big deal." I lean toward her conspiratorially, "Between you and me, I don't feel like it right now either. But you and I don't want to have intercourse right now. It would just be nice if you did your job and prepared the training. And I'm sure your libido will be fine." I snap and wink at her. (I admit my humor takes some getting used to for many).
Alien No. 1 seems disturbed. I'm slightly annoyed. The smell almost slays me." "Glad we cleared that up - thanks so much already," I add.
Alien No. 1 has significantly shaped my relationship with the fragrance. You can guess: we have not become friends. And I admit that it is difficult for me to discard this first impression, I was really glad when the Alien hype had an end.
And now here you are, Alien Goddess. The goddess of the aliens. I was just missing you. I read the scent description on the paper.... Bergamot is in it. Super. Spontaneously comes to mind: I once had a food moth plague, small caterpillars and moths in my kitchen - 2 days to clean out all cabinets, wipe out with vinegar water, blow dry the cabinet crevices, dispose of all dry supplies, get a plethora of airtight boxes. And the secret tip from the Internet: Essential oil - specifically, bergamot - drives the beasties away. For weeks, it smelled like bergamot in my kitchen. Actually quite pleasant, but still somehow involuntary.
Alien Goddess. I'm sure this will be a short, loveless acquaintance. I decide to spray you on a strip of paper. Can I quickly carry to the dumpster. As I set down the tiny pump, I see in my mind's eye a tree-sized, intergalactic food moth emerging from an acre-sized UFO. That's how I imagine her, the alien goddess. I become a little queasy.
I wait a moment and carefully approach the strip to my nose. "Strange," I think...there's a bit of something coming out. I dare to get closer. And am amazed.
Top notes: bergamot and creamy coconut. Delicate freshness, gentle creaminess. A touch of jasmine. Delicate, not numbing. Vanilla I can also sense. A creamy fresh scent, summery, not heavy or sultry. I take another sniff. The scent is really very delicate, like sunscreen.
I am irritated. This is not a giant UFO moth! This is not an alien.
I work around a bit, take the strip again and again to hand. The freshness fades slowly, in between I smell briefly coconut macaroon. And the coconut macaroon I mean is not sweet-heavy, but a juicy, airy-light coconut macaroon with a bit of lemon zest. That's how I've always baked them. So not a classic Christmas cookie scent. Then the bergamot disappears almost completely.
Heart note: Again a creamy blend, jasmine and heliotrope go hand in hand, vanilla and a light woody note slowly come through. The coconut remains, but it is not a synthetic intrusive coconut scent. For coconut haters probably still too much, for coconut lovers like me a dream. In the heart note, the scent clearly reminds me of a weaker version of Replica Beach Walk. "Sun kissed salty skin", comes to mind - so is the fragrance theme, and I find it very appropriate here too.
At this moment, I solemnly decide, "You're the first alien I'm allowed to get into my laundry!" Or better: on the skin. A careful splash finds its way onto my forearm.
The scent development on my skin proceeds very similarly as on paper. And eventually it comes through.
The base: a warm vanilla note, paired with delicate jasmine, some heliotrope and creamy coconut. All very close to the body. I was actually working out tonight, was a bit worried that the scent would become overbearing if I broke a sweat. I smelled it intensely myself. After the workout, I asked my trainer - she barely smelled anything, although she was within a meter of me in between. So really very close to the body, not intrusive.
My conclusion: I never thought I would say this, but: there is actually an Alien that I like. I could imagine wearing it on summer days to a maximum of 30 degrees, above that the base would be too heavy for me. For spring and fall absolutely suitable, and even on warmer winter days I could imagine him. However: I still have the Beach Walk here (he is already in hibernation), and before I do not have the on (or over), comes me the Alien Goddess probably not in the house. For this, the two are then too similar.
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A sensual and light late summer flirt - a good fragrance for beginners in the creamy-animalic world
After I had an intense encounter with the daredevil Narciso Rouge yesterday, I met his brother directly today. At this point I send again a big thank you to PetiteMadame, which has sent me a bottling.
To you, Ambree - unlike your brother, you didn't come in a bottle. Looking at the photo I see directly lightly tanned summer skin in front of me.
I spray a tiny touch on the forearm, after your brother has almost scared me yesterday at the first meeting with his fulminant appearance, I approach my nose very carefully. But you come along completely different, more reserved.
The top note: frangipani and ylang-ylang are beautifully interwoven and determine the first impression. I'm not a fan of overly cluttered floral bouquets. Your fragrance is fine, the musk comes through minimally and courted the flowers, for my nose it is not intrusive.
Top notes fade, the florals make way for musk, amber and vanilla. All just detectable in hints and none of it overdosed or prominent, I like that. Frangipani and ylang ylang are also still sniffable on my skin. Overall, a pleasant, warm composition that lasts for about three and a half hours on my skin.
The base is then cozy powdery-sweet, the flowers can still be guessed from afar. I personally find that no component stands out too much. The fragrance is very close to the body, never imposes itself, yet even now in the evening on my skin and also on the sweater still perceptible.
Conclusion: for someone who wants the "BÄÄÄMMMM! Here I am and I want everyone to notice" appearance Narciso Rouge is the candidate of choice. Ambree comes off more subtle, but it's not boring or even uninteresting. I definitely find it sensual, however, it exudes more of a sensual lightness, not a heavy sensuality. He doesn't fall flat on his face, and that's what makes him interesting from my point of view. The fact that he does not give me the feeling that I would float in a cloud of fragrance through the area, which already gets on the nerves of others from afar, makes him very likeable for me.
Personally, I find the combination of floral-cheerful top note (makes me immediately in a good mood) and cuddly powdery heart and base notes very successful. A day like today - late October, bright sunshine - is perfect for the fragrance. I think you can wear it well in spring, autumn and on summer days below 25 degrees, then it is a faithful companion. For the winter he would be too light for me - who likes it also (body) earthy.
By the melange he is from my point of view also an ideal beginner fragrance for women who have preferred so far rather light floral-sweet fragrances and who want to stalk to something powdery-creamy-animalic ranpirschen.
To you, Ambree - unlike your brother, you didn't come in a bottle. Looking at the photo I see directly lightly tanned summer skin in front of me.
I spray a tiny touch on the forearm, after your brother has almost scared me yesterday at the first meeting with his fulminant appearance, I approach my nose very carefully. But you come along completely different, more reserved.
The top note: frangipani and ylang-ylang are beautifully interwoven and determine the first impression. I'm not a fan of overly cluttered floral bouquets. Your fragrance is fine, the musk comes through minimally and courted the flowers, for my nose it is not intrusive.
Top notes fade, the florals make way for musk, amber and vanilla. All just detectable in hints and none of it overdosed or prominent, I like that. Frangipani and ylang ylang are also still sniffable on my skin. Overall, a pleasant, warm composition that lasts for about three and a half hours on my skin.
The base is then cozy powdery-sweet, the flowers can still be guessed from afar. I personally find that no component stands out too much. The fragrance is very close to the body, never imposes itself, yet even now in the evening on my skin and also on the sweater still perceptible.
Conclusion: for someone who wants the "BÄÄÄMMMM! Here I am and I want everyone to notice" appearance Narciso Rouge is the candidate of choice. Ambree comes off more subtle, but it's not boring or even uninteresting. I definitely find it sensual, however, it exudes more of a sensual lightness, not a heavy sensuality. He doesn't fall flat on his face, and that's what makes him interesting from my point of view. The fact that he does not give me the feeling that I would float in a cloud of fragrance through the area, which already gets on the nerves of others from afar, makes him very likeable for me.
Personally, I find the combination of floral-cheerful top note (makes me immediately in a good mood) and cuddly powdery heart and base notes very successful. A day like today - late October, bright sunshine - is perfect for the fragrance. I think you can wear it well in spring, autumn and on summer days below 25 degrees, then it is a faithful companion. For the winter he would be too light for me - who likes it also (body) earthy.
By the melange he is from my point of view also an ideal beginner fragrance for women who have preferred so far rather light floral-sweet fragrances and who want to stalk to something powdery-creamy-animalic ranpirschen.
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red and pink
About me: I am one of those people who spend hours roaming through perfumeries with coffee bean jars and paper strips, sniffing samples. If one of 200 tested fragrances is interesting, then that's a good cut for me.
And now here you come, blush. You have been a blind purchase. Excitedly, I freed you from your rather nondescript packaging - a gift set of body lotion.
Your bottle held in the simple NR design, a classic-timeless form without flourishes. In addition, this red, a wonderful, sensual, warm red. If you were a sweater and not a flacon, then I would want to own you directly a second time.
I'm eyeing you. Normally, I would spray you on a strip of paper and let it sink in first - "We can exchange numbers sometime and maybe I'll call you..."
Your red encourages me to be a little more daring. "Hey, do you want to go out for a drink? Maybe a coffee, it's still early in the day." You get to be right on my skin.
A tiny squirt on the forearm - I have a fine nose and always dose extremely sparingly. I approach you with my nose. And immediately it becomes clear: You are not one for a quick coffee. You pull me directly into the spell, are a daredevil.
Your top note: A powerful rose, lovingly caressed by iris, musk comes through a little and gives the dignified, floral playfulness directly a touch of sensuality and eroticism. Tonka bean chimes in lightly, adding warmth. And it smells like vanilla. For whatever reason, I smell vanilla coming through gently. Not a sticky sweet vanilla, more of a straightforward, slightly smoky vanilla note.
Wow This is a direct entry, intense and powerful, I almost cringe, it was just a tiny spritz after all.
Again and again I sniff my arm.
As powerful and frightening the top note was for my fine nose, so suddenly it is gone after 10 to 15 minutes. Images come up: the early 80s. I'm five, we're visiting my aunt. My big cousin - she is already in her early 20s - leaves her bed to me and my little brothers and sisters. For us, this is huge. I watch her. It's Saturday, late at night. She gets dressed up, wants to go to the disco. She has been very ill since birth (and unfortunately died very early), nevertheless - or maybe because of that - she is full of joy and enjoys every moment. She can leave her bed to us, because she knows that she will not return home until we little ones have long since had breakfast.
I watch her in fascination - wavy blonde hair is tousled and tied up, she uses bright pink eye shadow, eyeliner, wears skintight jeans and a loose, bright pink shirt. Scents mingle - shower gel, body lotion, deodorant, hairspray, makeup, perfume. Everything wafts through the air, creating a sensual, almost explosive mixture. And then there's the bright pink. I fall into admiration.
"You look forbidden." my mother states matter-of-factly as she walks in for a moment. I'm not sure what she's trying to say, but I know I want to look forbidden, too.
The heart note - it reminds me of that 80s scent mix that I remember is not red, but pink. Pink, wicked, and forbidden.
I don't wear pink today - it doesn't go with my auburn hair and even less with my yellow-olive complexion.
The heart note: the powdery iris is courted on my skin by the musk, which then nevertheless always pushes itself forward. The cedar sounds spicy through.
Space-grabbing, just as space-grabbing as the fragrance mixture that has captivated me in the early 80s.
"Take my breath!
And make it last forever, babe
do it now or never, babe"
The song spontaneously comes to mind - and brings me back from the 80s to the here and now.
I don't really know what to do with the pink heart note. Whether it is not perhaps too much for me, because I'm already a rather spacey type myself.
I'm busy, indulging in thoughts, time passes. At some point - it's afternoon, in a meeting - I sniff my arm again, lost in thought. And there's the moment that the previous speaker probably referred to as BÄMMMMMMMM!
The base: animalic musk, warm-woody cedar, surrounded by sensual-cuddly tonka bean - above it a powdery hint of iris, a tiny residue of rose. I don't explicitly detect vetiver (but I've also been using it in its pure form every day for years, so I'm probably smell-blind to it by now) Red, red, red. I see red, pure, red sensuality. A bright signal red, sexy, wicked. And suddenly I can barely keep my nose off my arm. Feel almost underdressed with my green sweater, which undoubtedly goes great with my hair and skin, but is too little, too unsexy for this scent.
The base - it did it to me.
But a certain indecision remains. Do you fit me, you red-pink-red fragrance? Do you take up too much space on me? Are you not rather a fragrance for a woman who is by nature less expansive? Because presence lend - you can probably without a doubt.
I am torn. For now, you're here, and we'll get to know each other a little. And I'm looking forward to feeling your bright, sensual red again
And now here you come, blush. You have been a blind purchase. Excitedly, I freed you from your rather nondescript packaging - a gift set of body lotion.
Your bottle held in the simple NR design, a classic-timeless form without flourishes. In addition, this red, a wonderful, sensual, warm red. If you were a sweater and not a flacon, then I would want to own you directly a second time.
I'm eyeing you. Normally, I would spray you on a strip of paper and let it sink in first - "We can exchange numbers sometime and maybe I'll call you..."
Your red encourages me to be a little more daring. "Hey, do you want to go out for a drink? Maybe a coffee, it's still early in the day." You get to be right on my skin.
A tiny squirt on the forearm - I have a fine nose and always dose extremely sparingly. I approach you with my nose. And immediately it becomes clear: You are not one for a quick coffee. You pull me directly into the spell, are a daredevil.
Your top note: A powerful rose, lovingly caressed by iris, musk comes through a little and gives the dignified, floral playfulness directly a touch of sensuality and eroticism. Tonka bean chimes in lightly, adding warmth. And it smells like vanilla. For whatever reason, I smell vanilla coming through gently. Not a sticky sweet vanilla, more of a straightforward, slightly smoky vanilla note.
Wow This is a direct entry, intense and powerful, I almost cringe, it was just a tiny spritz after all.
Again and again I sniff my arm.
As powerful and frightening the top note was for my fine nose, so suddenly it is gone after 10 to 15 minutes. Images come up: the early 80s. I'm five, we're visiting my aunt. My big cousin - she is already in her early 20s - leaves her bed to me and my little brothers and sisters. For us, this is huge. I watch her. It's Saturday, late at night. She gets dressed up, wants to go to the disco. She has been very ill since birth (and unfortunately died very early), nevertheless - or maybe because of that - she is full of joy and enjoys every moment. She can leave her bed to us, because she knows that she will not return home until we little ones have long since had breakfast.
I watch her in fascination - wavy blonde hair is tousled and tied up, she uses bright pink eye shadow, eyeliner, wears skintight jeans and a loose, bright pink shirt. Scents mingle - shower gel, body lotion, deodorant, hairspray, makeup, perfume. Everything wafts through the air, creating a sensual, almost explosive mixture. And then there's the bright pink. I fall into admiration.
"You look forbidden." my mother states matter-of-factly as she walks in for a moment. I'm not sure what she's trying to say, but I know I want to look forbidden, too.
The heart note - it reminds me of that 80s scent mix that I remember is not red, but pink. Pink, wicked, and forbidden.
I don't wear pink today - it doesn't go with my auburn hair and even less with my yellow-olive complexion.
The heart note: the powdery iris is courted on my skin by the musk, which then nevertheless always pushes itself forward. The cedar sounds spicy through.
Space-grabbing, just as space-grabbing as the fragrance mixture that has captivated me in the early 80s.
"Take my breath!
And make it last forever, babe
do it now or never, babe"
The song spontaneously comes to mind - and brings me back from the 80s to the here and now.
I don't really know what to do with the pink heart note. Whether it is not perhaps too much for me, because I'm already a rather spacey type myself.
I'm busy, indulging in thoughts, time passes. At some point - it's afternoon, in a meeting - I sniff my arm again, lost in thought. And there's the moment that the previous speaker probably referred to as BÄMMMMMMMM!
The base: animalic musk, warm-woody cedar, surrounded by sensual-cuddly tonka bean - above it a powdery hint of iris, a tiny residue of rose. I don't explicitly detect vetiver (but I've also been using it in its pure form every day for years, so I'm probably smell-blind to it by now) Red, red, red. I see red, pure, red sensuality. A bright signal red, sexy, wicked. And suddenly I can barely keep my nose off my arm. Feel almost underdressed with my green sweater, which undoubtedly goes great with my hair and skin, but is too little, too unsexy for this scent.
The base - it did it to me.
But a certain indecision remains. Do you fit me, you red-pink-red fragrance? Do you take up too much space on me? Are you not rather a fragrance for a woman who is by nature less expansive? Because presence lend - you can probably without a doubt.
I am torn. For now, you're here, and we'll get to know each other a little. And I'm looking forward to feeling your bright, sensual red again
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