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---Attention! Watch your step! Trigger warning! I write too long, don't stick to the subject and badmouth the perfume industry!
If you need it shorter, you can read my statement --

As a fashionable outlaw, of course I can't get past Vievienne Westwood. In my fashionable biography I had two or three parts of her in my closet and otherwise I think it's Westwood's actual recommendation:
Do it yourself!
(Anosmia gave a good overview five years ago. see below)
Anyway, I sew a lot of my stuff myself and by that I don't mean T-shirts and skirts with elastic and retro apple patterns for kids. It's 'real' things...
...now...Some time ago, a pattern by Vievienne Westwood for a blouse was circulating in the infinite vastness of the Internet and Germany's sewing community was sewing the supposed designer part. Supposedly? Well. Actually, it was a large rectangle with sleeves, loops and buttons were attached to its shoulder and hanging tips. So one fastened either loop A to button B...or the other way around....and so there was sometimes a gathering, sometimes there a drapery. I was kind of disappointed. The whole pattern seemed more like a bad 'trick' to me and not like British tailoring a la Savile Row -gone-wild...
Nevertheless, I wanted to have it on my inner notepad that Vievienne Westwood was my favourite designer, because of feminism and all that and because she was just cool and it fits my profile. If, for example, I am interviewed in the Stern (it can happen..hüstel...) then I can answer 'Westwood' like shot out of a pistol. (uh...so, if it fits the question, of course).
I had long forgotten this funny blouse and only remembered the cool Westwood image.
(check the website on occasion. One or the other will wonder how boring, but somehow mainstream and overpriced the clothes are)
And so I wanted to call a Westwood fragrance my own and bought at auction what I could get.

The scent arrived today. The comments here are positive throughout and seemed to confirm my expectations of a punk rocky, but feminine outsider breeze. With this I would underline my aura in summer with Leo-Ballerinas, destroyed jeans and Peace T-Shirt when I feed the ducklings with my children at the lake! From my shoulder bag would look out 'Die Zeit', or the biography of Patti Smith (recommendation! ;-)) or the manuscript of my doctoral thesis (recommendation!!!)....Very sophisticated!
So I was really excited about the scent...

(As a general edification, I would like to mention that the Ebay seller who sold me Anglomania still auctions car tires and rims for an Opel Vectra, a heart rate monitor, a set of different Leonardo glasses, a beige polyester carpet, a fountain with a meditating Buddha and a poster of Thomas Kinkade.)

Today the dream of the signature scent of the signature scents for the former punk princess, now a mother of four children, should become reality!
And with the first sprayer, my expectations fizzled out. First of all, I remember when I was a student when I wanted to have an 'erotic' perfume (yes, yes) armed with three small notes and the nice elderly lady at Karstadt gave me a gift set Cacharel Amor Amor. Even the red of the flacons is similar.
(I indicated this fragrance as a twin fragrance at noon today.)

The top note flies musty into your nose like the dust from grandma's mustard yellow couch set. Yes, a few spices are there, yes, can his cardamom.....would be nice...soapy, slightly greasy coriander is definitely there...mmmh.... Well, the top note disappears...Or not...now I hope somehow for the rose, that comes too, but quite artificially and garnished with violet pastilles.
And now the bad thing: intense vanilla as the ultimate disturber from the top note to the base, where it spreads out again and forms a duo infernal with a stabbing amber.

I'm totally sensitive to artificial vanilla, with headaches and nausea. Sure, we all know that perfumes are small synthetic potions and somehow we accept that with goodwill or cheapness. But synthetic vanilla smells really poisonous to me. I just researched it again. Vanillin is regarded as genetically harmful, carcinogenic, mutagenic, chromosomal altering and is documented by an advisory committee of the Society of German Chemists with the highest hazard level 3+.
I am already aware that I know almost nothing about all the other fragrances in my favourite perfumes. Only every time I feel clearly that my body is defending itself against the artificial vanilla.
Anglomania would be a beautiful, interesting rose fragrance for all seasons, if it weren't for the pompous vanilla, which reaches out its hand to Ambroxan, who is almost as bad as him.
For me, the fragrance smells too synthetic, pompous, too cheap on the edges. See comparison Amor Amor.
Maybe Vivienne just sniffed into a beta version of the scent and then nodded off everything before the perfumer put some vanilla in it?
A retrospective look at the composer of this fragrance. (by the way, I always find it totally interesting) Oh how I was happy: Dominique Ropion made Amor Amor as well as the Armada of the Aliens! Whoo-hoo! I noticed! Coincidence? I find the relationship clearly recognizable.

There. Now what? I'm disillusioned. It could have been so nice with Westwood and me. On the other hand, my life motto, which is not dead serious, is confirmed by the title. And I remember the blouse.... More appearance than reality. Or in English: Much Ado About Nothing....Westwood just wants to earn money.

I still try my hand at the other scents in the house.

It has to come out. I have already written two comments today and actually wanted to make a perfume break...but...See first sentence.
Twelve hours ago I was a test sniffer in the city and was attracted to the minimalist cool white bottle of 'This is her'. I expected a state fragrance of a particularly fine, refined kind. There's a thousand and one fragrances that 'she' or 'he' wanted to get to the heart of the matter. That's why I was curious about this vision of the subject. From the bottle I expected something clear, aquatic-fresh, probably a bit unisex, I had already seen the advertising photos and found the models for both fragrances (her, him) quite androgynous.

So far, so good. Sprayed a strip of paper. I'll hold your nose to it.

Bang! One shot to the head. It smells so synthetic that my fuses are blown.

It is not so easy for me to describe this olfactory experience now without becoming abusive. To a certain extent handcrafted, it reminds me of the smell (not taste, therefore without mint) of Tictacs which have long been lying in the glove compartment. Tictacs are coated with carnauba wax and perfumed with a sugary synthetic vanilla. And if there's one thing I can't stand.
Who cannot imagine the smell, think of the vanilla scented candle from the 1€ shop, which he got last time with the Wichteln.

So, and to stay in this experience room glove compartment, it smells as if somebody after a long drive in a too hot car, after a not wanting drive through South Tyrolean serpentines has his fruit grits on this glove compartment......well, you know. And then everything had run down and the smell of this vomit was then drawn into the hot plastic and stayed there forever. After years someone found the Tictacs again in the glove compartment, completely undamaged, but the expiry date is probably already over. You can try it sometime.
This is her.
Please take this as a neutral analysis of the fragrance pyramid.

I took this test tyre home carelessly and touched it again at home. I can still smell it in my hand after twelve hours, even though today I prepared fish, changed my babies and washed my hands a thousand times.
My already in another comment mentioned funny son (13 J) held the stripe of the cat under the nose. The cat made a very similar face as I did on first contact. If I remember correctly, I was also hissing and humping. Earlier I said good night to the chick. Nose to mouth.
This is her.

Oh yeah: Wolfcraft makes first-class emery papers, maybe it'll work.

The saying with the 'green lifts' is from my older neighbour, who thinks that green clothes are a good mood, or something like that. Fashion rules from 1958, according to the motto 'always fits, you can't do anything wrong'. And it is precisely this assessment that applies to Elisabeth Arden's 'Green Tea': it is an arbitrary, green, explosive-fresh fragrance with a good mood factor.
That's...
...but...
A smell development is as good as none available. Goes nuanceless from lemony-fresh to green-fresh. I bought it as an uncomplicated everyday scent. It fulfills its purpose somehow now with me, because I use it meanwhile as a room spray and fragrance our wardrobe area with it.
The scent is so harmless that even my husband thinks it's deodorant. And that means something. The fabric is more of a cologne for refreshment than a perfume.
By the way, Green Tea can take the Pepsitest with Yves Rocher's 'Thé Vert'. Wouldn't surprise me if they were bottled in the same plant.

I have once a week the huge luxury of a free morning and this was today and it is over in ten minutes. But I would like to use these few minutes for a short comment on Alien Fusion. Simply because I'm so surprised. I don't know the twentyoderso aliens very well and had expected a kind of chemical club because of the bottle. Something between glyphosate and Britney Spears' bath cleaner, garnished with some artificial flowers.

But oh! I was positively surprised! Alien Fusion is a very fine, special fragrance. No totally complex structure with a lot of hype, but simple, but exciting through soapy sharpness.
Top note is gently peppery and warm. After a while this warmth develops away from the ginger towards a small bouquet of tuberose, but not pungent, but soft and soft. Orange blossoms discreet. The warm vanilla I can now also perceive after three hours, the spiciness of the ginger is still there. The fragrance develops into a delicate, flowery and creamy fragrance, with soap memories.
And because I recently commented on Twilly by Hermes in detail, I would also like to get rid of the fact that Alien Fusion really is a fragrance twin of Twilly. At home looking at the fragrance pyramid I see the similarity too. Alien is a little bit more complex, but still very harmonious.
Beautiful scent, only I think that it does not fit the coming season well, rather for the winter.
I hope I can make the scent palatable in nine minutes...
So let's get to work!

I got a sample of this stuff after I entered the keywords 'fresh' 'green' 'flowery' 'striking' or something like that.
The scent arrived and I thought 'wow' and then nothing for a while. I was stunned! That was supposed to be a perfume? Maybe a sauna infusion or a herbal beer concentrate?
Sniff it again.
Wow!
Off on the back of your hand. Something unfolds.
I think I'm standing in the woods. Golden forest and green forest. Sun rays and wet moss.
Rot, sprout.
Green freshness, withered leaves.
I see wood anemones and hedgehog shit.
Forest finished, monastery ruin, herb garden, witch garden. Mugwort runs through the whole composition. Bitter herbs, sweet herbs, bitter herbs. Oh magical green magic glory, don't let me go!
And honestly, I wake up at night and I'm thirsty for that scent, sleeping next to it. Everything becomes clear, pure, fresh and green green green ...

As a potion? Okay, always with me, in my rock crystal flask. In my green-leather belly bag.
Perfume? I don't dare.
Maybe Tilda Swinton. Or that aunt of Harry Potter... what was her name?