Betty0714

After being so thrilled with Under My Skin, I had to test all the Bianchi fragrances. The "forensic analysis" by Medusa00 really put me off, yet the scent sounds so lovely. It can't smell that bad, I thought, but I must say Medusa00 hit the nail on the head with her fragrance description! I would like to share my impressions here, as they were too long for a statement. I had hoped for an even softer and skin-like U.M.S. Unfortunately, the Under-My-Skin effect was lost on me.

However, this fragrance did bring back a memory from my childhood. When I was a child, it must have been between my 3rd and 11th year, we lived near the Rhine. And every time it rained too much and the Rhine flooded, we had water in the cellar. Whether it smelled like Unspoken Musk, I can't say, but it smelled like a cellar, and the cellar smelled better than Unspoken Musk. The cellar scent journey then reminded me of my childhood cellar in a roundabout way. And I remember a carefree childhood where I didn't care if we had water in the cellar. The adults took care of that. During our brief stays down there, I would look at the flooded room with wide eyes. Old household items floated on the water. It had a post-apocalyptic and adventurous feel to it. I would have thought everyone experienced it that way. But there was also a freezer with ice in the cellar or sometimes toys for me that I wasn't really supposed to see yet. Somehow, it feels like home when I think about it.
So this fragrance smells like a memory of a cellar viewed through nostalgic glasses.
I carefully sprayed the scent on my wrist and let it develop. While I was tidying up the kitchen, a new Lush store opened right before my eyes. A note spreads in my kitchen, like a citrus-musk-vanilla-tonka Lush scent. Later, a damp cellar full of unwashed clothes joins in, along with typical cellar inhabitants: A rat runs through the pile of clothes. Spiders sit on the walls. In their webs, many small and large, long-dead flies are stuck. A faint hint of washed laundry comes from the laundry room down the hall. However, it was forgotten and is dry and dusty. In the end, the scent is more like a laundry basket with worn clothes (women's sweat).

This fragrance unites various poles: berry-herb-citrusy-fizzy-matte-transparent-tea-like-spicy-floral creaminess and I am shockingly in love. New synapses are connecting in my brain and the scent creates a colorful fireworks display in my nose. Note to self: Definitely test the other Byredo fragrances.

The first time I sniffed it, I couldn't imagine the scent on my skin. Memories surfaced of my much-needed visits to the "Wellnest." This is a spa where you can book your own wellness nest with sauna, whirlpool, and "experience shower." You can then order packages like "Love," "Balance," or "Luxury," and depending on the chosen theme, the "nest" is decorated for you and you receive the corresponding snacks, drinks, sauna scents, and scrubs. Besides the relaxing hours, I particularly enjoy the scent in the hallways: clean, fresh, sweet, creamy. Spa scent, after all. Mixed Emotions immediately reminded me of this. I then sprayed the scent into my room fragrance diffuser in the bathroom from Rituals - from the Hamam series, and every time I enter, I land in spa heaven. This is how my entire apartment should smell!
Now I am greatly disappointed by the sight of the price to pour the fragrance into a room fragrance diffuser glass. If I can afford it someday, I will do it, but until then I need another solution. Junk and The Comforter from Lush are said to smell similar. I want to find out more about this as soon as possible. I could almost with a clear conscience use these as a room fragrance.
I will try with a heavy heart to test the sample of Mixed Emotions on my skin even though it is actually my dream room fragrance.

Another association is spreading in my mind: the teenage room of a rich aristocrat's daughter. The daily handling of expensive creams, perfumes, body cleansing products, leave-in hair products, and money, regular visits to the hairdresser and spa, brushing teeth in the children's room, elegant flower bouquets, sparkling lemonades, and (sometimes a sip of champagne), the finest teas and berry smoothies have olfactorily seeped into the interior design of the room.
I absolutely want my apartment to smell like this.

An extraterrestrial ice queen lands in a nocturnal action on a moonlit beach. She wears a transparent, dark brown chiffon scarf that leans towards lilac, covering her entire body. The sea is just there. It hardly moves. She reaches into the sand. The grains of sand are fine like powder. Isn't that grain of sand beautiful? The color, the curvature? Upon closer inspection, it turns out that all the grains of sand are the same size, the same shape, and have the same beige-gray color. In the water, there is neither fish nor any other creature. No bird chirps in the sky. No human soul in sight. I think of the film Vivarium. As I observe her, I notice how cold it actually is here. Not ice-cold, but as if I had dressed a bit too lightly for the weather. Suddenly, our eyes meet, and she gestures that I have no business being here. Then, out of nowhere, many of her little followers appear, carrying me away. I manage to snatch her chiffon scarf to at least warm myself a little. It has a velvety, comforting scent of sandalwood, cashmeran, and vanilla. The fragrance warms me a bit and offers a small sense of security in this foreign world.
After that, I find myself in a gigantic, elegantly furnished pink-white-gold bathroom. Soap bubbles flying wildly through the air make it difficult to see clearly. After a short while, I spot an oversized, overflowing bathtub that dominates the room. There is a busy, assembly line-like hustle: This is the scene for coconuts being meticulously washed with soap down to the last drop of coconut oil. Disturbed by this sight, I leave the room and find myself in a UFO laboratory. A dull fog hovers in the air. I catch a glimpse of test tubes filled with all sorts of things I associate with summer and vacation: ice cubes, swim wings, towels, after-sun shower gel, aloe vera gel, a hairpin with a lush, exotic flower, a suitcase, razors, hotel soap.
A moment later, a freezer tickles my naively fatal curiosity. Unaware, I open it. Before my eyes appears the mass grave of hundreds, no, thousands of sunscreen tubes, as if someone had wanted to hide them there long ago and then forgotten. Quickly, I close the drawer again and awaken from my scent journey.
A cool, aloof fragrance that seems almost eerie due to its lack of emotions. Even the warmest skin can pack up. Nothing happens. Now, first for some comfort, I’ll apply a Bianchi fragrance.

On the beach of love, dreams have been buried. Yet, painfully sweet memories of unfulfilled desire seek their way out. Grain by grain, they are distilled and intensified. Reaching the sultry air, they transform into dense-oily, sensually skin-like, deeply emotional, balsamic-resinous, smoky-creamy vanilla, ready to embrace. Alongside, there is salty, sea-kissed skin, slathered in luxurious sunscreen, with a hint of soft florals, as if a beautiful woman is gracefully stepping out of the sea, with slow yet assured and rounded movements. The sun shines on her wet, glistening body, accompanied by the waves. The sea is wild. Everything is in black and white, a glimpse into the past.
A fleeting touch, a lingering gaze could now break all chains. The highest physical desire, which almost hurts, has been longing to be satisfied for far too long.
Associating all of this, the music video of "Wicked Game - Chris Isaac" appears before my inner eye:
Sensual scenes, bittersweet disappointment, yearning, and much skin on skin at the beach.
This fragrance has something that I also noticed with Baccarat Rouge. It seems to stroll further and further in the nose, without a real rounded finish. Open, like a gaping wound of unfulfilled passion, it compels the wearer to inhale the scent again and again, savoring it. This impression seems to reflect the longing that the fragrance evokes in me. Sand and Skin is, for me, a snapshot of the lust-laden, magical tension, seconds before complete surrender.
A beautiful, memory-laden vanilla scent for dreaming.
Perhaps the fragrance can inspire one to dig up the buried longings from the sand?

Club queen on the downtown scene
Prowling around at night
You're not mean, you just want to be seen
Want to be wild
A little party never hurt no one, that's why it's alright
You want in but you just can't win
So you hang in the likes
You´re so Art Deco...
(Art Deko by Lana del Rey)

A scent like from another time
Impressions from a striptease of the roaring 20s
greedy, extravagant nakedness

Soft its touches, round its movements.
So the fragrance wraps around the skin like silk
A scent that feels as intimate as the sight of a lush yet well-groomed pubic hairstyle.
Intimate, deep, secret yet familiar.
Familiarity is perhaps brought by the musty-sweet-old notes
but don't worry! That just makes the scent seem more mature. There would be no sin without an innocent counterpart. This comes in the form of a marriage of ylang-ylang, rose, and vanilla, which seems to highlight the indecency even more.
Anyone who wants the almost matching scented lip balm to the perfume should buy the Weleda Everon.