Behmi

Today the way home was like every day at the local discounter, but as planned I found essential things like coffee and toilet paper on the piece of paper in my handbag. As an ordinary marketing victim, my eyes fell on the way to the leaf-filled cardboard roll in plastic garment on a tiny label at waist height, shining through neon orange colored label.
They have perfume... I've never read it, smelled it, heard it Unfortunately there is no tester-but 3.45?? A lonely bottle on the shelf, the little scented devil on my shoulder says softly imploring "oh kooooomm, it doesn't matter about you - and look how FAVOURABLE!"
At home when I unpack, I get almost euphoric with curiosity and immediately spray on my wrist. Si! Another DUPE has moved in with me, to the Glpck the big brother from the house Armani is leaning towards the end.
I don't regret the purchase, I can't say anything about the shelf life yet, but after 2 hours it now develops pleasantly creamy and vanilla without the flowers (rose?) being pushed into the background. The flacon looks simple, yet not cheaper than other colleagues from the Polish fragrance house. In my opinion, it hasn't produced any hot iron, but a solid and nice smell of everyday life that doesn't kill anybody is also a sign of blacksmithing.

A rainy Sunday. Cuddled up on the sofa with chocolate chai and scented candle, listen to the rain on the window pane. A wonderful scenario? Yes, indeed. But..
A view from the same window on my way to the kitchen for teenage supplies made me stop in shock. Water, everywhere, about 5cm high, it wafts in small rain-pattered waves over the balcony in search of the drain. Panic. It's already dawning, call the landlord. After a short consultation I tried for the first time in my life as a plumber and with great success! the tiles lifted, the drain cleaned-et voila!!!! I felt like the boss! Rainy and in a good mood I get out of the shower. My nose, inspired by the irrational pride of the job done, desires a fragrance-my eyes get stuck on the shelf looking for olfactory rewards Boss Femme!
Tenderly flowery, a little light sweetness that knocks from the background ... i feel refreshed, strong, proud of my performance and feel like the female boss - just like Boss Femme! As of today, I like him even more for just this mood

Yesterday was finally a sunny and dry day in my little village. Stupidly from headache plagued I had to go shopping, that was the only fixed project this Saturday. Now I stood in front of my scents and decided to carry Lament of devil's kitchen for the first time "outside", just in the Aldi one can test new things well
Thought - done: One spray each on the wrists and on the neck/shawl, as I always do with the (known to me) fragrances out of habit
As ugly as the bottles from the house of Teufelsküche are - I forget EVERY time, how good and productive the spray heads work...
and so the dilemma began..
The fragrance begins for me with a lavender freshness that is quickly replaced by vanilla. I'm looking for the fruity, so far in vain, but I'm afraid I might attract attention as a "Sillagemonster" at the checkout. Unfortunately, my cloud makes the headache immediately 1-2 nuances more piercing..
Off to the discount store! On Saturday mornings it is well filled, I push my car in slalom through the gears. Am I wrong or did an older man just turn around after my overtaking? Did that woman at the frozen food counter just take a step back? I've never had the "pleasure" of being so conspicuous before. I stick my nose into the collar of the jacket and walk hastily with my head retracted - ok the scent projects VERY strongly...
Arrived at home I am relieved to have escaped the skeptical looks of my fellow men, exhausted I pack away the shopping, the scarf I throw in the corner, my head is roaring and I sink down on the sofa, where I fall asleep immediately. 2 hours later I wake up with my head resting on my arm. What's that smell? By the way, Lament the little monster... but heeeey- but now I like you!!!!I now smell slightly fruity the passion fruit and patchouli under the vanilla blanket, now no longer pungent but comfortably fine .
I have learned this Saturday several things: 1) Dose new fragrances sparingly
2) Aldi visitors are not always adequate feedback providers
3) the first impression can be deceptive

All in all, Lament and I will certainly become good friends in cold weather - even with a sprayer

I just got home after what felt like a Monday. The German postal service had let me know by e-mail that my Amazon parcel could not be delivered.
But look, what greets me in front of my apartment on the doormat (here a heartfelt thanks to my great neighbours!) ?
Harmlessly brown wrapped, my latest blind purchase welcomes me.
Sandago Cappuccino Vanilla, the "cheap scent" whose name tempted me to buy it spontaneously... So get in the apartment and unpack! Hm, it is simply packed, lies somewhat unwieldy in the hand, golden orange its filling.
Since I do not like to leave the house today, I spray death-defyingly one spray each on my wrist and on the scarf...
First of all: The spray head surprises with great strong fog!

To the fragrance: My synapses scream. You don't yell "I have to go" but "DUPE, DUPE, I know you!"
YSL Black Opium . You have a gentle twin without the dazzling designer outfit, the little Cinderella sister. A hidden beauty that emerges from the dark corners of the great World Wide Web
I'm trying to sort out my first impressions, but these are in Sillage and developments of the first minutes for my (newcomer) nose almost identical to the pink-black bestseller.
I sway between amusement (again the same direction blindly shopped), enthusiasm (wohooo,a DUPE!) and disappointment (what should I do with 2 such huge dolls??). So while I'm now sniffing my hand and scarf, after 20 minutes I imagine that cappuccino vanilla is a little milder, creamier with a touch less jasmine. Also here the coffee appears at the beginning on a small "hello", however, gives way fast to the jasmine and the vanilla.i do not recognize the pear, a breath liquorice without any scratching connects everything finely, the leather remains hidden to me (am i perhaps to be seen in the riding stable desensitized for this note ?).

Tomorrow he will be inaugurated in the small office, I hope he won't give his colleagues a nasty burp!
All in all, it seems to be an alternative for the small purse ,if you feel very comfortable in the gourmand mainstream of designers (that's not meant negatively, I love it!) or if you want to take a sniff in this direction.
In this spirit: a Black-Vanilla-Cappuchino-Opium-Cuddle-Evening for all of you!