Evenbetter

i really struggled with this fragrance. As a total fan of "Black Tie | Celine", I thought I had to try something else from Celine and bought a bottle of "Dans Paris | Celine" in the souk. The first time I sprayed it on, all I could smell was cough syrup. Uiuiui, is that the coriander? Well, nobody wants to smell like cough syrup. In any case, this "cough syrup" had absolute power over my olfactory senses. Gosh, where was the vanilla here? I couldn't smell any of it. But I didn't want to give up. With all these positive reviews and since "Black Tie | Celine" was so beautiful, there had to be something else. 1 week later, the second attempt. Sprayed on. Okay, a little less cough syrup, but suddenly there is a hint of vanilla. Aha, it's getting a little better. 1 more week later, the 3rd attempt: I can no longer detect any cough syrup vibes. Instead, this light vanilla, a little spice from the coriander and a fluffy sweetness! And it stays that way even after further tests. :-) What a beautiful and special fragrance! It doesn't captivate me quite as much as "Black Tie | Celine", whose vanilla is deeper and smokier and which I absolutely had to have a bottle of, but "Dans Paris | Celine" is always fine and classy and I could imagine wearing it in summer. It certainly won't overwhelm anyone, because like all Celine fragrances it is very close to the skin. Thank goodness it won me over after several attempts. I would have missed out on something.

After buying a sample here, I could hardly wait to test "Athalia | Parfums de Marly". Sprayed it on and "bang": I'm back to my childhood. When me and my sister were little, we would sometimes secretly rummage around in my mother's closet and try on her clothes and shoes. She was a simple woman and very rarely did she treat herself to something quietly and secretly. My father was not allowed to know that she spent money on any "luxury products" and so she always hid such purchases in the chests of drawers and cupboards, where she knew my father wouldn't look for anything. And so there was a box of "Avon" products at the bottom of her closet. Various creams and all sorts of things that she never actually used. Far too expensive and you couldn't be wasteful with them. So she didn't even touch the things. Among other things, there were two tins of body powder in this box! Perfumed body powder (I mean, does that even exist these days?): Powdery, flowery, clean, bright! Aha, we thought, this is what a grown woman smells like. How exciting! Well, "Athalia | Parfums de Marly" actually smells exactly like that to me. But more than 40 years have passed since then. And after spraying it on, I would have liked to wash it off again straight away because it really is a "granny fragrance" for me. But I still wanted to wait and see how the fragrance developed. I mean: powdery, floral, clean, light is nothing bad per se. However, I couldn't detect a fragrance progression on my skin. For me, it remains a boring fragrance with no rough edges. No mystique, no seduction. When I put "Athalia | Parfums de Marly" under my husband's nose, he said: "Woooow!" And I said: "Do you like it?" And he said: "No, it smells like washing powder." One person's detergent is another person's memory of times gone by and therefore of a scent that is no longer considered contemporary. If I didn't have this childhood memory, I might even like "Athalia | Parfums de Marly". But who knows.

i would like to wear at the moment, as "Black Tie | Celine". I bought a bottle from a dear perfumer in the souk and was blown away from start to finish. This fragrance is simply magic. A smoky, later fluffy vanilla, yet with depth through cedar and tree moss. "Black Tie | Celine" is so beautifully close to the skin that you can wear the fragrance anytime and anywhere. There's nothing that pinches and tweaks. The fragrance lasts 7-8 hours on me. The sillage is often criticized here, but I don't think it's a shortcoming. Quite the opposite. Why should I always wear "my fragrance" for others? Only the people who are allowed to approach me also benefit from it. When someone squeezes me, the air is sucked in briefly and then I can already see that smile on their face and that dreamy look. I know exactly how they feel. "Hmhhhh, vanilla. But good!" my niece said to me the other day. "Black Tie | Celine" on someone is actually like a little secret that shouldn't be revealed to everyone ;-) In short: a bottle was allowed to move in with me. The price may be debatable, but this fragrance was simply worth it to me.

By a perfume order in the Internet I had received among other things a small sample of "Si, Passione" and already for weeks I dragged it around in my handbag, in order to wait for the suitable time for a "tasting". To test a new perfume I have to be "in the mood", as my Egyptian girlfriend always likes to say. Yesterday it was here, the right time. I had just sat down in the car to start my way home, when my eyes fell on the small sample in the red outer packaging. Oh, what I was excited.
Give it to me! Sprayed on! To celebrate the day I let my "Italian Playlist" run in the car while I was driving home. If Italian, then right, I thought. I'm a big fan of Italy.
But I was very disappointed by this Italian. All the time I was wrapped in a cloud, in a certain way squeaky, much too sweet. Okay, I thought, be patient, something's gonna happen. The scent will grow, become "adult". I'm sure it is. But no, nothing happened. The overwhelming squeaky colorful sweetness gave me a hard time. Where's the classic, stylistically confident Italian I was expecting? My Italian Playlist couldn't save anything either. While Giusy Ferreri "fa talmente male" is singing from my jukebox, I think "Yes, Giusy, somehow you're right." Conclusion: No, Passione! Not for me, anyway. I think they didn't bother much with the scent. Very bad!