Ergreifend

Clearly leaning on the current series, from Netflix, as far as the headline is concerned.
But not even the series I find exciting, let alone the scent.
The book I like for it the better (The Fall of the House of Usher
Short Story by Edgar Allan Poe) and as so often, things are not presented as original as they should be.

I do not know for the life of me what Gucci has produced here, because it is so unimaginative, like so many new arrivals, from the designer houses. Yes I am lately constantly, at nagging, except perhaps at the new fragrance of D&G. That was namely quite alright. But this one is a cheek. Especially for so much money. That can some usual brands better and for much less money. Too bad actually, because Gucci had in the past quite fragrances that made fun and that you wore with pleasure. Guilty was dazumal my Gierlieduft, have emptied several bottles. Even today I find him beautiful, but have become more demanding. I think you know what I mean.

This fragrance here smells like the quite a few 10€ Bipa fragrances - artificial, sugary, with flowers, überschmissen. Clear, pungent prelude, which carries so much violet, which is already droning. Rose that spreads all over, while being as artificial as a rose from AliExpress. Creamy underdrawn, with an indefinable cosmetic note. Vanilla sugar dusted, sinks into warm, damp earth. For a long time there is nothing, he smears oily before him, spreads inconsequentially on the skin, before he gets another truckload full of artificial flowers over it.

The fragrance itself makes no course, has no depth. He smears before himself. Creeps therefore, like a newborn cat, which is not yet good on its feet.
The durability is pretty lousy for an elixir, the sillage as well. At the flacon I can also not enjoy. Fits certainly well on the dressing table of a 14 year old. Sorry to the lovers but that was the first association, to the flacon.

Well, what else should I write? It is actually all said. Once again a grip in the toilet, with me. Inside I would have been happy, because it is just a Guilty and which evokes a lot of memory, but this one is just unfortunately quite ungelungen.

To have someone where you can lean is priceless.
So is the feeling of having someone you can tell everything to and always and everywhere have the feeling you are welcome with this person. No matter in what phase, no matter at what time.

I also have such a person. My best friend. Befriended for years, gone through thick and thin. We have a lot in common, do a lot, even with the children, who are the same age. But one thing separates us: the love of fragrance. The madness with me, she can not understand and she is rather from the fraction, perfume muffle. But of the finest!

Although there are always statements about my fragrances and remarks, which also have it pretty in themselves, but in depth it does not go with fragrances. Especially since it also hardly applies anything.

And then came Cuir de Nuit. A very normal, absolutely passable fragrance that does not personally knock me off my feet, but still find him well done.
It was a random gift, or rather a random hit. I had placed an order for my mother at YR and there was the Cuir de Nuit a la Goodie. Since my mother already had him, I gave him to my girlfriend. Small gestures gibts again and again from us, or mutually we give us again and again what. It doesn't have to be Christmas or a birthday. So purely in the small Sackl, with various small cosmetics and the enthusiasm did not seem to wait long.

Right on it, she told me how beautiful she finds the fragrance and that many have also addressed it. Happy and satisfied she was with the fragrance. Heeded she also gave me to understand. Now there are a few weeks, where she has him every day on it and despite, that I told her, she would run the risk that he could go to her soon on the nerves, she shot this down and said, no, because he is simply made like for her.

A beautiful, solid cocoa scent that is very subtle, with small vanilla beans that cuddly to the wearer. At the same time, a quiet, warm crackling in the background. Sandy scattered the thoughts that have been lightly spiced, in a warm country far from Austria. Admittedly, very well done from the house of Yves Rocher, even if he does not now the mega development, but he is for everyday life, but also for a pleasant evening, absolutely sufficient, without wanting to go at someone's throat. Durability and sillage in the upper midfield, makes the fragrance certainly what her, especially for the price!

Cuir de Nuit is the fragrance, the best friend. At the present time. Who knows how long.
Maybe but, the entry into the fragrant world?

One thing in advance: The fragrance smells exactly like the headline.
There's also not much to dissect and explain.
A fluffy lemon cream, refined with mint and lots of vanilla.
Grad times packed out of the fridge, refreshing and warming at the same time.

Admittedly, I thought to myself with the new edition of the house, that it is again a tragedy, but this fragrance is perfectly fine, even if he does not knock me off my feet and he is pretty simple, but well knitted. In the collection, he still does not pack it, but may be quite interesting for some sweet tooth here.

Developments he does not go through. It smells from the beginning, to the end the same. Only the depth is somewhat expanded. He seems increasingly powdery and fuller, the longer he lies on the skin. The lemon cream is present everywhere and frequently tickles the nose. Palm leaves dance along with it, in the warm wind. Rhythmic, with the chill music, at the pool bar.

Beautiful cream scent, which still makes you want to go back to the past summer. For the autumnal days, it is also appropriate and wraps the wearer in velvet.

The durability and the sillage are absolutely ok, only priced, you can get out with other fragrances, much more. The bottle is heavy, but handy and is not all too kitschy, as I find.

Tiger by her side may be a very exciting name, but the content is actually what you have known for a long time. You don't have to think long to realize that Coromandel is in the bottle here, even if it's pretty sweet and much denser than the Chanel product

The fragrance in itself starts already clearly resinous, dense and has a light aura, which is impregnated with cinnamon.
A lot of sweetness is added, which pushes itself crosswise through the fragrance.
Patchouli crashes like a bomb and doesn't let up for a long time.
Beautiful scent, yes there is nothing there, but the sweetness, which spreads more and more with the time and laces me the air away, is too much for me, but clearly.
A little less, would have fit much more and would have the tiger next to me, but clearly brought to purr. Also, this one would be much more tame than he is now.

Actually, Tiger by her side is much too cheeky and too hyperactive. Something unround ebbt in the fragrance with.
It's not just the sweetness - I miss something here to mercilessly sink into euphoria.

Also the pleasant smell of shallow incense does not make this feeling more saturated.
On the contrary. The smoke is quite weak in the fragrance and gives it a hint,
of damp, dark cellars. As if the tiger was waiting for his executioner in the dim light of the cellar.
A real overkill in my eyes is the fact that Patchouli sacks into the resin as if it would stay there forever and it really pecks extremely at my sensation, so that I can't stand the scent for long without it not annoying me.

The durability and the Sillage are really remarkable and stand Chanel, around nothing after.
But less, is sometimes more is the motto here.

Candidate for purchase it is none, because I own Chanel already for a while and find him clearly rounder than like the tiger, which should tapsen beside me actually gently there

I lie in bed full of longing, bathed in sweat.
Think about the hot nights that made our blood rustle.
Think of your gentle hands skilfully pulling down on my body along the erogenous zones. Think of all the saturated and sneaky feelings, which were humid in the air, as if they had nothing better to do now than to hang casually over hot bodies.
Think of your voice, which was so quiet that it was almost swallowed by the wind.
Think of each your breath, which only drove more warmth through my lungs.
Think of your eyes blinking gently in the moonlight before they closed to fall into a deep and long sleep.

And then there was this white sheet wrapped around our tanned bodies.
Just the thought of the beads of sweat makes me run down my forehead.
The pulse is at a full 100.

Outside stood the hot air - the traffic of the small town was only vaguely perceptible.
The window was wide open, I looked spellbound into the deep night.
Thousands of stars laughed down at me.
I felt an uncanny feeling of well-being and I pulled myself towards you, took you very firmly in my arms to feel your heartbeat.

The scent we both wore was the same.
It gently flowed into its deepest, most intimate core.

I still see it clearly today. All I have to think about is you.
Star magic, peppered with a layer of several kinds of pepper.
Always a cozy undertone of ginger, which brings in skillfully.
Freshness, which constantly swirls around - by no means exaggerated or artificial.
It's like I'm clapping thermal water on my body
A lot of resin, a lot of density. The scent literally smears along the soul.
Golden adorning it embraces - lasts long.
A sandy clay becomes awake, enveloped by the night.
Lavender gently and freshly grated in the hands sounds.
Some jasmine, a tender burst of animalism.
It crackles from all sides - a slightly ashy tone comes along.
Again this dense resin which absorbs everything.
Slightly woody on the edge, looks skilfully noble and adult.
Moosig gets out at the end.
However, the theme is resin, with lots of sand and hot desert air, in which case it was dry air, a Montenegrin city.

Awakened by my desires, I took everything to come to you. To be close to you. To pull you next to me, on me.
To just feel your heartbeat.

Thank you Sahara Blue for this intimate feeling, for your balance, which runs through the whole day and frames it with a beauty, as if the whole world was under my feet.

My body still vibrates today when I think of my first encounter with the fragrance - my husband and I were immediately thrilled and clapped us for days with the same fragrance. I'm sure you've noticed I was very inactive. I enjoyed my holiday to the fullest, just let my thoughts glide with the waves and carried Sahara Blue through the area. At night it was most beautiful. Then you could feel the pulse of the scent that took me and my husband. A great feeling - an incredibly exciting and deep scent that mystically penetrates our thoughts and hearts. I'm moved and in love.

Thank you, thank you, thank you Sahara Blue!