Benlives

A perfume bottle in lipstick form. In the gift set even with a lipstick bag. Do I really have to say more? Hello? LIPStick perfume. With a lipstick bag.
It's the best I can do. Like bread and butter. Like Harry, Ron and Hermione. Like Jack and Rose. Like Christmas and family feud. Like RTL2 and wife swapping. Like Benlives and Parfumo. It just brings together what belongs together. A cosmetic overkill. Or as my sweetheart likes to say: "Oooh"

Of course, those things caught my sweetheart's eye. All the cosmetic stuff, which is somehow particularly abspaced and crazy, is acknowledged by her with such an "Oooooh". The line to kitsch is narrow here. But what the heck - normally anyone can! Of course, the above applies especially to the eye-catching lipstick flacon, especially in combination with the unfortunately just as dysfunctional as eye-catching lipstick bag, in the following called "bag". This one alone is already a great model for an "Uuuuh".

The craziest thing is, the scent actually matches its appearance. Crazy, because nowadays this is all too rarely the case, especially with new releases. A sweet-spicy, crazy berry cocktail with that certain, slightly off-beat touch. Definitely not a cheat pack. Yes I am "Uuuuh". With him you definitely stand out. Unfortunately you only get a pack of handkerchiefs in the bag. Or maybe a small wallet?! Well, definitely not mine, there's always so much change in it, you could use it as a projectile or a blunt weapon in case of an attack. But it doesn't really matter, the bag serves its purpose to complete the "oooooh"-like overall picture. That's the main thing!

My girlfriend evaluates the fragrance quite subjectively:

Bottle: 10/10 "Oooh" 's
Bag: 10/10 "Ooooh" 's
Scent: 8/10 "Oooh" 's
Shelf life: 8/10 "Uuuuh" 's
Sillage: 7/10 "Ooooh" 's

So, now off to the city with the things and do competition! Lipstick Love! Oooooh...

Sound bites from my girlfriend at the spray-on premiere. And that although we still live a good 80 kilometres away from Cologne. But there is no better way to put it in a nutshell. Immediately after spraying on, you can expect the explosive ordnance disposal squad to arrive at the home of the perpetrators at any moment.

This fragrance is the opposite of discreet. And average. And mainstream. Actually of everything that is currently so "hip", "hip" or whatever the youth language is able to express. An olfactory fist of God (no blasphemy), which nicely anaesthetizes every halfway functioning nose within a radius of at least 5 meters into Nirvana. Wonderful. Why kick down the door when you can just tear down the wall right away?

You don't have to like that smell. You have to give it respect. An unbelievable thicket of exotic plants and wet-soaked turgidity. A real jungle. So thick that I can't even recognize the individual trees in the forest. Mango, ylang ylang, cardamom, carnation, heliotrope, kill me.... for all I care. Everything may be right. But this thing seems to me to be a total work of art. Very difficult to filter out single notes independently. But you do not need that. The jungle is alive. And it trembles. With vitality. And it's already looking for its exotic sounds. Guaranteed not for every woman. And that's a good thing. What's the use of gray mice with those majestic big cats?

PS: The hypothetical clearing squad would probably only get lost in the jungle anyway. And it can take a long time for the thicket to clear...

You secretly hope for a miracle. Another firecracker, one that goes through the ceiling. Yeah, okay, it's illusory. Then something solid, well crafted with a difference. You don't? Oh, yeah. ok but what's halfway sensible is a brand like Davidoff will probably come into being again, right???
Think so. The name "Run Wild" alone is the worst mockery. What's so wild about that? Who runs amok with the uninspired plastic stuff, except maybe the perfumer, out of remorse? Whereby one also finds the meaning "neglect" under "run wild". Okay, that kind of fits. Olfactory neglect. Plastic - hazardous waste dump in the forest. It's really got notes with refractive potential in it. At least that's how I feel. A strange synthetic stuffness. With a perfume that should actually spray a certain freshness (from the "claim" to the fragrance, if you can really call it a claim...). Even the new "The Man" series by Otto Kern (Becky Lynch-Edition?) can convince me more. Au wei.

I can't judge durability and Sillage, I have given him sometime no more attention on the arm.

This could really be a new Low Light from Davidoff. Sad at the "competition" on the market.

So far I have been able to take something from all Jaguar fragrances somehow. That doesn't mean that everyone liked me, but I found them all at least handcrafted and solidly made and could understand the idea behind the fragrances. No matter if sweet (e.g. Excellence, fruity (e.g. Gold), soapy green (Original) or whatever.
This plastic barbie, on the other hand, can hardly be surpassed in its lack of ideas (although... one should never say never). Complete lack of creativity and natural ingredients. Actually one should send the perfumer to the ENT doctor... whereby I can even imagine anno 2018 that something like this is even wanted here.
Start: Plastic citrus fruits (plastic lemon and plastic apple) from the decoration department of a DIY store
Heart note: Plastic with lots of plastic, even more plastic and some wood liquorice flavor from BASF
Basis: probably a bit more liquorice aroma from BASF (apparently had to dispose of their remaining stocks).

I just can't smell anything else, let alone natural. Sorry!

Conclusion: really desperately uninspired chemistry trash, which unfortunately holds better than hoped.
Obviously you had to throw something new onto the market before Christmas to make a few more toads

PS: at least the flacon is stable. Maybe that's what the name "Stance" refers to...

...it works very well with Glow, at least when I feel it. When you reach into the drugstore shelves, who thinks of suddenly holding such a clean power scent in your hands? Usually such star fragrances are hardly to be outbid in the matter of irrelevance. Here Jlo goes a refreshingly different way with the Sauberduft, published in 2002. But Glow is not a spawn of complexity now. It doesn't have to be. The interplay of the scents results in a "freshly showered" feeling - full on the twelve. Bright flowers, soap, musk. Bam. A very present clean scent with brutal recognition value. This perfume doesn't need an overloaded fragrance pyramid to work.
After all these years, Glow does not yet seem to have become a victim of the widespread reformulation virus. I hope it stays that way for a long time. A final anecdote about the durability of Glow:

around eight in the evening... Girlfriend gets in the car

I'm like, "Wow, Glow!"
Girlfriend: "uhhhh.... well"
I'm like, "Huh, I can smell it, can't I?"
Girlfriend: "I sprayed it on this morning..."
I said, "And I haven't sprayed since?" "
Girlfriend: "ne... funny I don't smell it myself anymore..."

Conclusion: If you like clean fragrances, you should access it here, as long as you don't trump it yet.