Devaclara

There it stands, in the back corner of the sandalwood-colored shelf, a soft leather skin enveloping the precious tropical wood casket, adorned with a simple, heavy golden lock.
Curious, I take it out and push the cashmere Pashmina to one side. You feel soft, warm and flattering .... I open it up and slowly, delicately, a golden white balsam waft winds its way up, wraps itself around my hair, oh how you smell, delicate suede, a soft minimal caramel note from briefly roasted vanilla sugar mixes with it, very softly, you take me on a journey of a thousand and one scents, we are on the road for a long time and the end is as sweet as a kiss before falling asleep.

What a wonderful fragrance, so delicate and at the same time impressive, balanced with a wonderful progression, fine, noble, ethereal and yet touching with the soft leathery-woody notes. For me, it lasts the whole year, is light and delicate and very beguiling. What a successful blind buy, absolutely for ladies!

First of all, I liked wearing this fragrance, I think it's good, apart from the high degree of diffusion, I can tolerate it in gentle doses, but unfortunately the jasmine hits me so hard every time that I have now given the golden Paco to my daughter. She has no problems LOL The fragrance is warm, full of depth and heavy, suitable in winter during the day and even on warm days in the evening, has a certain elegance and zing - it is definitely sensual and sexy.

The fragrance is like a summer party, where you are slightly dehydrated after a long day on the lounger, drinking fancy cocktails at the bar. Of course, you realize too late that you should have stuck to mineral water or soda-lemon beforehand. For a moment you feel great, sexy, slightly tipsy in a honey-orange blossom frenzy, with little patchouli clouds assuring you that all is well anyway, but then it comes, the jasmine on the beach that finally clears you from the bar and you just stare longingly at your husband, waiting for him to take you home when he's finished his beer.
Good, but only for those who can handle it! By the way, I think the men's version is great and I can actually wear it!

Brief history - Patchouli - for me as a sniffing novice it was a new world that opened up, isn't that the weird stuff from the esoteric store, back in the 80s? But it captivated me, I had to experience it, I bravely ordered a bottling, supposedly beginner patchouli. Sprayed.... oh that's good, enraptured with my nose on my arm I start my day's work, but oops, where did the scent go, did it go away? What a pity. The perfumer who sent it to me said it lasts a long time with her....I'll try it again, sprayed it on boldly, regardless of the damage to my skin and clothes - I don't care if my horses like it - none of them complained.

And suddenly there it is, a warm, earthy cloud, Patchouli Nosy Be (with E, not I I was enlightened), you are my best friend when I hop from the shower into everyday life on the eternally gray morning. Vanilla warm earth vibes that caress me, a motherly hug - that's what I like when I head out into the eternally gray-cold winter, you powdery earth cloud with flashes of lemon, you smile at me when I trudge very inelegantly through the mud in my rubber boots and horses' noses brashly demand their breakfast. I'm not wearing a designer coat, only stable wear to keep me warm, but pah, the scent is still the finest. I wake up my cold fingers with thoughts of the aromatic dry summer air that will make life easier in a few months' time. You form the bracket from the morning start until I'm all dressed up for the office, yes I admit, like me, Nosey Be has mud on his feet, but at heart he's a racy lady.

Black angelic wings rise through the gray morning, while resinous wafts of mist rise sweetly from stone incense bowls. Half asleep, the temple attendant brushes her tousled hair out of her face. With her eyes closed, she breathes in his scent, which still clings to her soft skin and fades like the memory of touching the dawning day.she feels a tug of longing deep in her body, like a black feather clinging between her thighs and swaying in the morning breeze...will he come again? The priestess adds amber incense and bows her head in adoration before the dark angel, soft leather straps and blackberries lie on the altar, so that you will come back tonight.

Erotic, intimate, close to the skin, powdery leather with mystical warm-green woods and resins, noble, dry and gentle, rather quiet, but very seductive, a beautiful fragrance.

Grace Kelly and Sophia Loren refresh themselves in a small bar overlooking the sea after a hot day of sailing in the Aegean. A large holm oak provides dry shade, dusk settles over the sky with a light breeze. The heat of the day rises from the stone wall, the maquis breathes a sigh of relief and impregnates the evening atmosphere with its spicy, herbaceous scent. Crickets chirp, Sophia dabs small beads of sweat from her forehead with a cloth napkin, the aperitif glass fogs up and drops of water leave cool, damp traces. Grace lights a fresh white cigarette on her dark green tip, gazing dreamily at the soft blue waves of the Aegean Sea, which merges with the evening sky on the horizon. The ladies' bodies slowly cool down and Grace, smiling green, asks the garçon for a light.

A wonderful fragrance that for me combines contrasts of warm, spicy Mediterranean fragrance notes with fresh, cool elements elegantly and yet very harmoniously with a certain untamedness. For me, it is a very stable, balanced fragrance in which every note blends harmoniously to create an extravagant whole. It has incredible sillage and longevity, I have to spray it carefully, often not near my head, but in the crook of my arm and knee. I don't know the original fragrance, but I find it to be a complex work that I admire with awe. It is absolutely unisex, yet it is elegant and sophisticated to wear.