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My shaaaaatzzzzzz!
(trying quietly) "What did we say my darling? We're not buying any more vanilla scents, we've got enough already, haven't we?"
(Euphoric) "Yes but look, look how cheap the kayali is on sale right now! Good Elenasmom can't deny it, it's really insanely cheap my dear!
(Growling) "Yaaa, but don't we have lots of great cute perfumes already? We keep saying this is the last one, and then another one comes along after all, we mustn't get so dependent!"
(pleading) "Yeah but, this time it's REALLY different! The kayali is completely different from scents we've known so far, terribly sweet, terribly great vanilla, and to die for with brown sugar, without being a trace artificial, we HAVE TO HAVE IT, THE NEW SHAAAATZZZ!"
(Threatening) "What's the matter, Elenasmom, dear? Are we losing our nerve now, just because a few drops of vanilla perfume gives us a little bit of a buzz?"
(tearfully) "No, never! But we can sleep better with it, feel beautiful, and only ever need 2 sprays too, and smell awfully great all day, you can't deny that my dear!"
(Neutral) "Yaaaa, beautiful we really feel my dear.... We don't really smell jasmine, and there's nothing of stinky patchouli either..."
(joyfully excited) "And you know, the bottle lasts quite a long time, because we can dose so sparingly and still get such a nice whiff every time we move, with no annoying headache note, and even the next day it's still there! Oh we must have it, the vanilla treasure!"
(choked up) "KAYALI, KAYALI!"
(Euphoric) "Yes but look, look how cheap the kayali is on sale right now! Good Elenasmom can't deny it, it's really insanely cheap my dear!
(Growling) "Yaaa, but don't we have lots of great cute perfumes already? We keep saying this is the last one, and then another one comes along after all, we mustn't get so dependent!"
(pleading) "Yeah but, this time it's REALLY different! The kayali is completely different from scents we've known so far, terribly sweet, terribly great vanilla, and to die for with brown sugar, without being a trace artificial, we HAVE TO HAVE IT, THE NEW SHAAAATZZZ!"
(Threatening) "What's the matter, Elenasmom, dear? Are we losing our nerve now, just because a few drops of vanilla perfume gives us a little bit of a buzz?"
(tearfully) "No, never! But we can sleep better with it, feel beautiful, and only ever need 2 sprays too, and smell awfully great all day, you can't deny that my dear!"
(Neutral) "Yaaaa, beautiful we really feel my dear.... We don't really smell jasmine, and there's nothing of stinky patchouli either..."
(joyfully excited) "And you know, the bottle lasts quite a long time, because we can dose so sparingly and still get such a nice whiff every time we move, with no annoying headache note, and even the next day it's still there! Oh we must have it, the vanilla treasure!"
(choked up) "KAYALI, KAYALI!"
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Forever yours
My beloved by the fireplace!
Forgive me for dismissing you so hastily after our first encounter. You had blown me away with your smoky top note, I felt transported right to a real campfire. You greeted me with thick clouds of smoke, not a sooty icky one but intrusive enough that I quickly passed on the few milliliters of you. No, I thought, that with us can be nothing, too pungent-spicy you came along, you could not conquer my heart so.
For safety, however, I kept a few drops of you, maybe we could enter into a new liaison in the fall? Inwardly, however, I had already ticked you off.
Despite this bumpy first encounter, you left me restless and also a little perplexed. Had you already supposedly delighted many people with your complexity, your charm and your stunning base note, the long plays around the skin of the wearer / wearer.
I couldn't forget you, so after a few weeks I brought you out of your dark dungeon back into the light of day.
I took a deep breath and let you take a seat on my skin, which was warm with desire. As the first puffs of smoke slowly cleared, you let all your charms play out. I resisted, first steadfastly, then more and more weakly, and finally gave myself to you with skin and hair. A delicious spice let pleasant shivers run down my spine, I inhaled very deeply your intoxicating scent, and your heat warmed my heart, as no admirer before you had managed for a long time.
We spent the whole afternoon together, and as it got darker, our lovemaking started all over again, you warming me with your fire all night, and in the morning you left a creamy, slightly spicy bourbon vanilla ice cream with hot fudge sauce on my nightstand as a sweet promise to come back later. And you did come back! Several times a day I gave myself to you, and with epicurean pleasure my desire for you grew until finally I could stand it no longer, and brought you full-size to my bed, er, my perfume closet. Not another day should we be apart! My love, you caress me in a seductive way, you polarize like few others, and you enchant me every time. When we are together, my heart leaps, my nose rejoices at your spicy smokiness and luscious caramel vanilla, and my skin craves your warmth. Please don't ever leave me again, I will be forever yours!
Forever yours, J.
Forgive me for dismissing you so hastily after our first encounter. You had blown me away with your smoky top note, I felt transported right to a real campfire. You greeted me with thick clouds of smoke, not a sooty icky one but intrusive enough that I quickly passed on the few milliliters of you. No, I thought, that with us can be nothing, too pungent-spicy you came along, you could not conquer my heart so.
For safety, however, I kept a few drops of you, maybe we could enter into a new liaison in the fall? Inwardly, however, I had already ticked you off.
Despite this bumpy first encounter, you left me restless and also a little perplexed. Had you already supposedly delighted many people with your complexity, your charm and your stunning base note, the long plays around the skin of the wearer / wearer.
I couldn't forget you, so after a few weeks I brought you out of your dark dungeon back into the light of day.
I took a deep breath and let you take a seat on my skin, which was warm with desire. As the first puffs of smoke slowly cleared, you let all your charms play out. I resisted, first steadfastly, then more and more weakly, and finally gave myself to you with skin and hair. A delicious spice let pleasant shivers run down my spine, I inhaled very deeply your intoxicating scent, and your heat warmed my heart, as no admirer before you had managed for a long time.
We spent the whole afternoon together, and as it got darker, our lovemaking started all over again, you warming me with your fire all night, and in the morning you left a creamy, slightly spicy bourbon vanilla ice cream with hot fudge sauce on my nightstand as a sweet promise to come back later. And you did come back! Several times a day I gave myself to you, and with epicurean pleasure my desire for you grew until finally I could stand it no longer, and brought you full-size to my bed, er, my perfume closet. Not another day should we be apart! My love, you caress me in a seductive way, you polarize like few others, and you enchant me every time. When we are together, my heart leaps, my nose rejoices at your spicy smokiness and luscious caramel vanilla, and my skin craves your warmth. Please don't ever leave me again, I will be forever yours!
Forever yours, J.
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Vanille noir, an obituary
This comment is quite emotional for me, since the person through whom I got to know this fragrance is no longer alive.
S., my best friend at the time. Almost the same age, met in training, felt like we spent day and night together, laughed, cried, went to the disco, shared a deep friendship including a passion for cosmetics and perfume. One day she wore this incredibly beautiful fragrance, and still without knowing the color or brand, I knew the scent was somehow dark. I perceived an indescribably beautiful scent on her, sweet but somehow also slightly tart, leathery and woody, as well as a tiny bit spicy. I immediately felt even more comfortable in her presence, the scent was somehow comforting and at the same time very sensual. Sure enough, I immediately asked her what great thing she was wearing. I'll never forget her voice, the pitch in which she rapturously said "Vanilla (with a instead of e) noir!"
Since we ordered monthly from Uncle Yves back then, of course the perfume had to be included in the next (early) order. From then on, it was something like our signature girlfriend fragrance, since no one else in our environment has worn it. Whether in summer or winter, it accompanied us olfactorically for a year. Then the fight over some stupid thing, long radio silence. God, I'm sorry. Shortly before she died, suddenly and unexpectedly, I wrote to her, we became close again. Unfortunately, we never got the chance to meet. To her funeral I wore vanilla noir, and the leopard print scarf, which she also had.
Since then, I've worn Vanille noir maybe 5 more times. The scent, despite its beauty, makes me sad, melancholy, and makes me think of moments long gone, yet forever unforgettable. Of first times, last times, bittersweet thoughts, just like the scent itself. When S wore it, I felt wonderfully enveloped in this warm, soft vanilla, with its many facets. On me, it also developed warmly, but somehow darker, deeper, and more sensual, with a tepid leather and wood note, and of course exquisitely and authentically scented vanilla.
He was still with me the next morning, after a long night of disco, when I fell asleep tired with a smile, my feet aching from my high heels, but incredibly happy.
Now, as I said, he makes me sad, sad that we never got to talk properly, sad how certain things went then, sad that she died. I miss her, even after all these years.
An olfactory legacy, and I almost see it as a sign from S. that I was able to grab probably one of the last 50ml bottles in the souk the other day. I still have a small stash, but something urged me to buy it.
I keep finding excuses not to wear it. But that will change from now on, because I want to create new, beautiful memories with this wonderful fragrance. S. would certainly not have liked it if I let this gem languish in my drawer. He didn't deserve that either.
S., I will never forget this great time, and in your honor Vanille noir will be worn more often from now on. Amoi sehma us again
S., my best friend at the time. Almost the same age, met in training, felt like we spent day and night together, laughed, cried, went to the disco, shared a deep friendship including a passion for cosmetics and perfume. One day she wore this incredibly beautiful fragrance, and still without knowing the color or brand, I knew the scent was somehow dark. I perceived an indescribably beautiful scent on her, sweet but somehow also slightly tart, leathery and woody, as well as a tiny bit spicy. I immediately felt even more comfortable in her presence, the scent was somehow comforting and at the same time very sensual. Sure enough, I immediately asked her what great thing she was wearing. I'll never forget her voice, the pitch in which she rapturously said "Vanilla (with a instead of e) noir!"
Since we ordered monthly from Uncle Yves back then, of course the perfume had to be included in the next (early) order. From then on, it was something like our signature girlfriend fragrance, since no one else in our environment has worn it. Whether in summer or winter, it accompanied us olfactorically for a year. Then the fight over some stupid thing, long radio silence. God, I'm sorry. Shortly before she died, suddenly and unexpectedly, I wrote to her, we became close again. Unfortunately, we never got the chance to meet. To her funeral I wore vanilla noir, and the leopard print scarf, which she also had.
Since then, I've worn Vanille noir maybe 5 more times. The scent, despite its beauty, makes me sad, melancholy, and makes me think of moments long gone, yet forever unforgettable. Of first times, last times, bittersweet thoughts, just like the scent itself. When S wore it, I felt wonderfully enveloped in this warm, soft vanilla, with its many facets. On me, it also developed warmly, but somehow darker, deeper, and more sensual, with a tepid leather and wood note, and of course exquisitely and authentically scented vanilla.
He was still with me the next morning, after a long night of disco, when I fell asleep tired with a smile, my feet aching from my high heels, but incredibly happy.
Now, as I said, he makes me sad, sad that we never got to talk properly, sad how certain things went then, sad that she died. I miss her, even after all these years.
An olfactory legacy, and I almost see it as a sign from S. that I was able to grab probably one of the last 50ml bottles in the souk the other day. I still have a small stash, but something urged me to buy it.
I keep finding excuses not to wear it. But that will change from now on, because I want to create new, beautiful memories with this wonderful fragrance. S. would certainly not have liked it if I let this gem languish in my drawer. He didn't deserve that either.
S., I will never forget this great time, and in your honor Vanille noir will be worn more often from now on. Amoi sehma us again
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What is long lasting is finally good
December 2019: Advertising everywhere for a new fragrance, "Libre" by Yves Saint Laurent. Didn't the L. get shoes from a famous German singer with his logo as heel? They must have been expensive, on top of that the heel looked very fragile, but also kind of cool. Yeah no, but I don't need the fragrance, I have way too much anyway. And the advertising is also unimaginative, there's cooler.
A few days later: a sample of "Libre" lands in the shopping basket, back when you were allowed to shop and sniff perfumes without a mask. Oh no, I don't like "La vie est belle" either, and I get samples of that all the time, will it be the same here? But well, no harm in trying. Sprayed on, waiting. Yes ne, cold, lavender, somehow boring, I do not like.
January 2021: Ah ok, the "Libre" is now also available as an intense version, well, won't be any different.
A few days later: a sample was enclosed in a package. Put away, have no time to test. In the evening, baby sleeps: ok, I'll try it, sprayed on, waited. Puuuhhh, quite strong, the original was by far lighter. But it's also the intense version. Scent pyramid googled, sounds all quite nice. But I do not need.
The whole night blew me a strong, but not unpleasant scent of lavender, vanilla and spicy tonka bean. The next morning, the scent was still on my arm, madness. There's something about it, and it's really strong. Too strong, the crushes me almost.
April 2021: Baby falls asleep in the car on the way home at the worst possible time. The husband suggests, I could go rummage again in the big M, he drives in the meantime another round, must test out the new chassis anyway. I, totally excited and drunk with happiness, still half strapped in, storm out of the car and into the shop. Determined to the perfume shelf and in my mind went through the watch list and blithely sprayed on it. Driven by the time pressure, that any minute a WhatsApp could come with the info that baby demands the mommy, I suddenly stood in front of the YSL fragrances. And there it was again, Libre intense. Should I or shouldn't I? Bravely grabbed the really pretty bottle with dark yellow contents and sprayed it on the back of my left hand. Uagh, it smells completely different from the sample! Heavy, sultry, warm, floral and oriental, I almost feel sick. Escape with my booty (a body spray of Victorias secret) to the cash register, there comes me already the husband with baby towards.
In the evening: I hold Elena's dad both arms under the nose, 2 fragrances per arm and let him sniff through. He finds two goofy, one medium, and one best. You guessed it, Libre intense. Now, a few hours later the scent has lost a bit of its heaviness, but still the lavender is well present, along with other florals and vanilla it reminds me of my beloved Mon guerlain intense, but Libre intense is again a bit heavier, more confident and somehow provocative, yet feminine and emotive at the same time. The tonka bean, which I love, is incorporated exceptionally elegantly, and at the same time it gives the scent a certain twist and prevents it from drifting too oriental. You have to be really careful with the dosage, the haut purely, 2 sprays are enough completely, one tuts also, and me blows a great, spicy warm lavendeliger (is that even a word? Rather not :-D) fragrance with a certain depth.
A few days later: Libre intense is already in the shopping cart, but the last purchase incentive is still missing. Suddenly, an email: new souk offer for libre intense found! Looked, smiled, Parfuma written to, got the surcharge, since today mine. All's well that ends well. And the bottle is really beautiful!
A few days later: a sample of "Libre" lands in the shopping basket, back when you were allowed to shop and sniff perfumes without a mask. Oh no, I don't like "La vie est belle" either, and I get samples of that all the time, will it be the same here? But well, no harm in trying. Sprayed on, waiting. Yes ne, cold, lavender, somehow boring, I do not like.
January 2021: Ah ok, the "Libre" is now also available as an intense version, well, won't be any different.
A few days later: a sample was enclosed in a package. Put away, have no time to test. In the evening, baby sleeps: ok, I'll try it, sprayed on, waited. Puuuhhh, quite strong, the original was by far lighter. But it's also the intense version. Scent pyramid googled, sounds all quite nice. But I do not need.
The whole night blew me a strong, but not unpleasant scent of lavender, vanilla and spicy tonka bean. The next morning, the scent was still on my arm, madness. There's something about it, and it's really strong. Too strong, the crushes me almost.
April 2021: Baby falls asleep in the car on the way home at the worst possible time. The husband suggests, I could go rummage again in the big M, he drives in the meantime another round, must test out the new chassis anyway. I, totally excited and drunk with happiness, still half strapped in, storm out of the car and into the shop. Determined to the perfume shelf and in my mind went through the watch list and blithely sprayed on it. Driven by the time pressure, that any minute a WhatsApp could come with the info that baby demands the mommy, I suddenly stood in front of the YSL fragrances. And there it was again, Libre intense. Should I or shouldn't I? Bravely grabbed the really pretty bottle with dark yellow contents and sprayed it on the back of my left hand. Uagh, it smells completely different from the sample! Heavy, sultry, warm, floral and oriental, I almost feel sick. Escape with my booty (a body spray of Victorias secret) to the cash register, there comes me already the husband with baby towards.
In the evening: I hold Elena's dad both arms under the nose, 2 fragrances per arm and let him sniff through. He finds two goofy, one medium, and one best. You guessed it, Libre intense. Now, a few hours later the scent has lost a bit of its heaviness, but still the lavender is well present, along with other florals and vanilla it reminds me of my beloved Mon guerlain intense, but Libre intense is again a bit heavier, more confident and somehow provocative, yet feminine and emotive at the same time. The tonka bean, which I love, is incorporated exceptionally elegantly, and at the same time it gives the scent a certain twist and prevents it from drifting too oriental. You have to be really careful with the dosage, the haut purely, 2 sprays are enough completely, one tuts also, and me blows a great, spicy warm lavendeliger (is that even a word? Rather not :-D) fragrance with a certain depth.
A few days later: Libre intense is already in the shopping cart, but the last purchase incentive is still missing. Suddenly, an email: new souk offer for libre intense found! Looked, smiled, Parfuma written to, got the surcharge, since today mine. All's well that ends well. And the bottle is really beautiful!
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Stylish refreshment
Too bad that this KL comes off so badly here. On the one hand, I attribute this to him because of his "age" (yet already 7 years), on the other hand, we are largely oversaturated what concerns certain fragrances. Or he is simply too unknown. I for my part know that he will survive my Ausmistaktion, and not only for sentimental reasons ;-)
Again, a fragrance that I associate with my girl :-)
I've been sneaking around this Karl Lagerfeld for a while. I bought it in the end, because the base reminded me so wonderfully of Elena's baby head scent *.* sounds funny, but it is. It accompanied me to her christening last September, an extraordinarily beautiful, sunny and warm late summer day. It went with it quite wonderfully, pleasantly fresh, light, floral-sweet and elegant. I think it goes very well with happy occasions, walks in the park, first dates and a leisurely stroll around town. It really makes its grand entrance in warmer temperatures, up to 25 degrees it is eminently wearable, I tested it myself on the day of the christening. In fact, it lasted the whole day well, I felt comfortable and always fresh, stylish, youthful and well-groomed. Surprisingly, I could still perceive him well in the evening, after the beautiful outfits for this solemn occasion had given way to pajamas.
The opening starts citrusy-fresh, but not bath-cleaner-like. Almost immediately, Mademoiselle Magnolia and Madam Rose join in. The rose is well perceptible, but the nice thing is that it keeps the little frangipani charmingly back. I like that very well, but I have an aversion to too penetrating rose fragrances.
The base sounds wonderfully delicate and light, and always reminds me (probably due to the touch of musk) of the very fresh baby head scent :-) Thank God Elena still smells well perceptible after it, but at some point she will no longer smell like baby :-( and if I then the longing for this most beautiful fragrance in the world overcomes, Karl Lagerfeld has his grand entrance :-)
Again, a fragrance that I associate with my girl :-)
I've been sneaking around this Karl Lagerfeld for a while. I bought it in the end, because the base reminded me so wonderfully of Elena's baby head scent *.* sounds funny, but it is. It accompanied me to her christening last September, an extraordinarily beautiful, sunny and warm late summer day. It went with it quite wonderfully, pleasantly fresh, light, floral-sweet and elegant. I think it goes very well with happy occasions, walks in the park, first dates and a leisurely stroll around town. It really makes its grand entrance in warmer temperatures, up to 25 degrees it is eminently wearable, I tested it myself on the day of the christening. In fact, it lasted the whole day well, I felt comfortable and always fresh, stylish, youthful and well-groomed. Surprisingly, I could still perceive him well in the evening, after the beautiful outfits for this solemn occasion had given way to pajamas.
The opening starts citrusy-fresh, but not bath-cleaner-like. Almost immediately, Mademoiselle Magnolia and Madam Rose join in. The rose is well perceptible, but the nice thing is that it keeps the little frangipani charmingly back. I like that very well, but I have an aversion to too penetrating rose fragrances.
The base sounds wonderfully delicate and light, and always reminds me (probably due to the touch of musk) of the very fresh baby head scent :-) Thank God Elena still smells well perceptible after it, but at some point she will no longer smell like baby :-( and if I then the longing for this most beautiful fragrance in the world overcomes, Karl Lagerfeld has his grand entrance :-)
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