Daneh

I have been asked to describe Seminalis. I have. Answer: Now I just need to put the sentences together, and then we would have a comment.

I’m not the best at writing comments (but my photos, which I always submit, aren’t much better either), so I’ll write how I perceive it.

The gourmand note is that of white chocolate. A similar note can be found in Classique (1993) by Gaultier, which I hate like the plague and leans more towards milk chocolate.

The light fruity note is not from fruit, but rather the soft, green scent of wheatgrass. I thought a long time about the flowers. They are present, but I couldn’t initially identify which ones, as this scent cannot be described as floral.
It’s the blossoms of a green meadow. The light sweetness of clover flowers, etc.

Seminalis is also spicy and slightly woody. However, the wood is not burnt. Rather, it resembles bright Palo Santo.

The scent is creamy and soft but not powdery, with a slight masculine herbal note - otherwise, it wouldn’t be unisex! I can’t say how it comes across on a man’s skin, but it is definitely wearable for women. One is unlikely to make enemies with it; rather, it stands out positively.
Since there is unfortunately no "erotic" option for classification, I chose "animalistic." However, that is actually incorrect. Bergamask can be described this way. Seminalis is indeed seductive, but just enough that it’s not too obvious.

The statement of Seminalis is: Relax, become calm (and then it seduces you without you noticing).

Addendum: I deleted "summer" from the classification. At temperatures above 25°C, Seminalis shows a different face. And then it IS animalistic.

First of all: Not all natural perfumes have poor longevity. Exceptions that I know of are Moon Bloom, Shangri La, Voyage by Hiram Green, and Citron by Organic Glam. Yes, nature has created some glamorous birds and flowers. I don't find the name so bad, and “Glam” suits Citron. A radiant and dark glam.

Now, let's get to the scent description. Writing novels is not really my thing.

Imagine a thick, fat, yellow, fully sun-ripened killer lemon that cannot be compared to what we find in the supermarket (or organic market). A lemon with a thick, oily skin whose contents can do more than just be sour.
Then there's the “black” patchouli. Not the hippie kind, but rather the truly dark, deep, dry, elegant, and mysterious one. And then we have something that I will now try to describe with X. X = Something that I recognize from some old Guerlain fragrances and that gives me the urge to HAVE TO HAVE it. Here, I suspect a certain type of Ylang Ylang.

As for the sillage: It was clearly noticeable both at Carnival and in a constantly crowded in-bar in Cologne. Even after 3 hours, before it slowly faded. Citron does not compare to heavy hitters. But those who douse themselves with heavy hitters to the point of breathlessness, I won't let near me - or I will flee.

Anyone who thinks Citron is only for summer is mistaken. For summer days, it’s almost too heavy for me. Summer nights suit it better. Even in winter, when you eventually get tired of all the gourmands and spicy scents, the dark refreshment is quite nice.

About the bottle: The stopper is made of plastic, which I find very, very disappointing.

It is spring in Mallorca. The sun is already shining in the early morning. It will be a beautiful, long, warm day. Accordingly, I choose a simple white dress and generously apply my good cologne.

I can smell it with every movement - but the air from the 100,000 blooming orange trees is ever-present.

Late in the evening, I return. The air in the room still faintly smells of cologne, of spring, and a refreshing breeze from the sea brings in some orange blossoms. I cannot and do not want to close the window.

Neroli Blanc L´Eau makes me dream every second of seeing orange trees bloom in real life.

Today there is a very special treat. Sip by sip, every now and then from the fridge.

First comes the chai. Bought in a small tea shop in the city - the finest quality! And too good to sweeten it, like I usually do with the ready-made tea bags, with 3 sweetener tablets. No, I definitely don’t want to gain weight, but it does need a bit of sweetness - so a teaspoon of dark brown, malty muscovado sugar goes in.

Now I have to wait until the chai tea cools down. It’s hard to resist, it smells so good. So spicy and smooth, mmmhh.

In the fridge, there’s a large glass, half full of ice-cold milk. The tea has cooled down and is poured into the milk.

Now I just need to crack open the green cardamom pods and crush the seeds. And in they go into the glass.

And back into the fridge. It needs to steep a bit longer; otherwise, the cardamom won’t come through properly. After all, it gives the kick.

Finally, my new favorite drink is ready. It took so long that I don’t want to drink it all at once.

Who among the three beauties, who share the same top note and come from different houses, was there first, and who was “inspired” by whom (and secretly mixed in the background), we will probably never know. But before I describe L´Aimant, I can't avoid a little comparison.

Recently, I had some time and boredom (egg festival) and, thanks to Parfumo, I purchased a small decant of the brightest star in the Parfumo sky and came up with the idea to test three candidates (the golden egg, the chicken, and the egg thief) simultaneously. This kept me busy for several hours.

Like in a blind tasting of wine, I firmly resolved to disregard the prices (about 17 euros, 70 euros, 250 euros), the quality (good in all cases), and the packaging (the beautiful round bottle with the black star that I would love to have, the stylish square glass bottle with the number, and then this 80s sprayer, which, if it were available in really cheap 1 euro stores, would still gather dust, and, since it is neither pink nor purple, would stand there until it sticks to the plastic shelf on its own).

So, the first scent impression of L´Aimant: A similarity to Chanel No. 5 is unmistakable. The second, looking at the sprayer in my right hand: There used to be counterfeit fragrances, a list of 138 perfumes, all costing 9.95 DM, and Chanel No. 5 was poorly imitated. This thought only crosses my mind briefly, and that is solely the fault of the old sprayer. Next come soapy notes, but not of the unpleasant kind. For a moment, there is so much of ? that I can hardly process it in my head before all the ingredients perfectly blend together, creating a soft, elegant, and, in my opinion, very “expensive” and radiant scent. It literally smells of money. 30 minutes later, what I would describe as “the delicious” comes through and ultimately doesn’t let go of me (the thing that, for example, Vega lacks and doesn’t need). With rising and falling body heat, the scent constantly changes (this richness of facets is missing, for instance, in Chanel No. 5 after a certain point). Is L´Aimant my favorite among my three test candidates? No, of course not! But they are definitely three sisters.

Who can wear this perfume now? Older women, younger women, wealthy women, beautiful brides on a summer day in a white wedding dress? ME on a summer day in the office (with black fabric shorts and a fashionable white blouse with a small stand-up collar, paired with flat sandals and loosely tied hair), a beautiful blonde woman in a little black dress who doesn’t want to smell like the well-known number?

My conclusion: A top-quality wine in a Tetra Pak at a bargain price, which couldn’t choose its image and is gladly worn by me on summer days because I have completely disregarded all the other factors mentioned above in this test.