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A Woman Who Enjoys Life
This is how a woman who has a lot of fun in life smells to me.
Confident and sexy.
Free and independent.
She does what she wants, no matter what everyone else says or thinks.
And that’s how it should be! For all of us.
She goes out to party, dance, meet friends, have fun. Comes home whenever she feels like it, owes no one any explanations. Travels spontaneously to distant places and makes new friendships right away. She is adventurous and exciting. Full of life. There is also a rough side to her that suits her wonderfully and that she can use well in this world. She can stand her ground. She is polite, but she doesn’t hold back. She doesn’t let anyone brush her off or lull her into complacency. She knows what she wants and achieves it. Why not? We women can accomplish anything. We are strong, we are smart, we are funny, we are serious. We are angry, we are loud, we are brave, we are loving, we are human. We are a team. Together we are incredibly strong. We are so different, but we are all human. We can be whatever we want in life. Do whatever we set our minds to. No matter if man or woman. And nowhere does it say how a woman or a man should be or what qualities suit us. We don’t have to meet any expectations. We decide that. Sunshine Woman has already decided that for herself. She lives only for herself and for no one else. And I want to be just like her.
Scent:
Delicious, smoky vanilla combined with very subtle fruity-floral undertones for a special kick. Really, really beautiful. For me, love at first sniff.
Sunshine Woman smells like doing whatever you want. Unisex, but leans towards feminine for me. I will save up for it…
Confident and sexy.
Free and independent.
She does what she wants, no matter what everyone else says or thinks.
And that’s how it should be! For all of us.
She goes out to party, dance, meet friends, have fun. Comes home whenever she feels like it, owes no one any explanations. Travels spontaneously to distant places and makes new friendships right away. She is adventurous and exciting. Full of life. There is also a rough side to her that suits her wonderfully and that she can use well in this world. She can stand her ground. She is polite, but she doesn’t hold back. She doesn’t let anyone brush her off or lull her into complacency. She knows what she wants and achieves it. Why not? We women can accomplish anything. We are strong, we are smart, we are funny, we are serious. We are angry, we are loud, we are brave, we are loving, we are human. We are a team. Together we are incredibly strong. We are so different, but we are all human. We can be whatever we want in life. Do whatever we set our minds to. No matter if man or woman. And nowhere does it say how a woman or a man should be or what qualities suit us. We don’t have to meet any expectations. We decide that. Sunshine Woman has already decided that for herself. She lives only for herself and for no one else. And I want to be just like her.
Scent:
Delicious, smoky vanilla combined with very subtle fruity-floral undertones for a special kick. Really, really beautiful. For me, love at first sniff.
Sunshine Woman smells like doing whatever you want. Unisex, but leans towards feminine for me. I will save up for it…
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Rubber Tires
Phew, what can I say. Parfumo rating 8.0/10 ??? With 189 reviews!?
Unfortunately, I can't understand that...
I don't want to step on anyone's toes, but this perfume STINKS in my nose.
I don't smell fine leather, as often described here, but rubber tires. It's such a strong, dominant leather scent - to me it smells like rubber tires that have become hot from high friction. Car dealership smell, but in a very unpleasant way. On top of that, there's a piercing rosewater...
Unpleasant from start to finish. But that's just how it is. Tastes differ, and so do nose preferences.
Unfortunately, I can't understand that...
I don't want to step on anyone's toes, but this perfume STINKS in my nose.
I don't smell fine leather, as often described here, but rubber tires. It's such a strong, dominant leather scent - to me it smells like rubber tires that have become hot from high friction. Car dealership smell, but in a very unpleasant way. On top of that, there's a piercing rosewater...
Unpleasant from start to finish. But that's just how it is. Tastes differ, and so do nose preferences.
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No Love Song
DISCLAIMER: Please do not read further if you are looking for another hymn of praise for Delina or if your finger is already hovering over the buy button and you are just looking for the final push to make you click it. Unfortunately, you won't find it here.
Alright, I guess I’m going to make myself unpopular, but I really cannot understand the hype surrounding Delina.
I smell a sour rose on a bed of musk. I cannot identify rhubarb and lychee separately, but a blend of both accompanies the rose. In the background, there’s a faint whiff of incense and a hint of vanilla becomes discernible over time. But that’s about it. I had imagined something much more complex, probably because of the immense hype. After testing it, I think the hype exists precisely because it is not that complex. It is really likable and definitely does not offend. If you are looking for a fresh-fruity rose scent, you are in the right place. Unfortunately, I miss that certain something. Some kind of twist. I perceive Delina as young and playful. Nice, but just not outstanding for me. Fairness requires me to admit that I am generally not an incredible fan of roses. Nevertheless, I would have liked to be convinced by Delina.
Not a big deal, saved a lot of money, and you don’t have to worry about me getting in your way in your hunt for Delina. ;)
Alright, I guess I’m going to make myself unpopular, but I really cannot understand the hype surrounding Delina.
I smell a sour rose on a bed of musk. I cannot identify rhubarb and lychee separately, but a blend of both accompanies the rose. In the background, there’s a faint whiff of incense and a hint of vanilla becomes discernible over time. But that’s about it. I had imagined something much more complex, probably because of the immense hype. After testing it, I think the hype exists precisely because it is not that complex. It is really likable and definitely does not offend. If you are looking for a fresh-fruity rose scent, you are in the right place. Unfortunately, I miss that certain something. Some kind of twist. I perceive Delina as young and playful. Nice, but just not outstanding for me. Fairness requires me to admit that I am generally not an incredible fan of roses. Nevertheless, I would have liked to be convinced by Delina.
Not a big deal, saved a lot of money, and you don’t have to worry about me getting in your way in your hunt for Delina. ;)
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Fruits of the Future or - Perfume and the Climate Crisis??
We are in the year 2089. Our planet Earth is no longer what we once knew. Our pathetic attempts to stop climate change have failed. We have failed. 2 degrees. It is exactly 2 degrees too warm.
2 degrees, how much is that really?
I’m lying on my sofa eating a few cookies. Whether I eat 2 more cookies or not doesn’t make a difference anymore. Then the pack is empty.
What’s 2 cookies anyway?
Our body weight fluctuates by about 2 kg over the course of a day anyway. We don’t even notice it.
What’s 2 kg anyway?
Whether I wait 2 more minutes before I get myself together to study for the next exam or not, won’t make any difference for my grade later. It won’t affect my passing.
What’s 2 minutes anyway?
In the past, I always dressed according to the weather. At least roughly, you know how it is. Well, whether it was 10 °C or 12 °C made no difference to me. Whether it was 19 degrees or 21 degrees.
What’s 2 degrees anyway?
Well, haha. Nowadays I have to laugh bitterly when I remember that. Dressing according to the weather? That doesn’t exist anymore. The weather is unpredictable. Weather forecasts? Abolished. Irrelevant.
Later, I want to meet friends in the park. It’s winter, or as we say nowadays, danger level 2. At danger level 2, you can still stay outside for a few hours. We want to take advantage of that. Everyone wants to take advantage of that. Everyone who is still left of us.
Danger level 2 currently lasts about three months of the year. We have three months in which we can go outside and move around somewhat freely. At least for a few hours. The rest of the year, danger level 3 prevails. At danger level 3, going outside for more than half an hour is too dangerous. Heat periods have become longer over the years and reach unbearable, life-threatening temperatures at danger level 3. Literally unbearable temperatures for our bodies.
Our bodies try to regulate their own temperature and pump massive amounts of blood into our skin vessels to create a larger surface area for heat dissipation and thus cool the body. In vain. It’s too hot. The enormous blood shift from central to peripheral leads to a dangerous drop in blood pressure. Circulatory collapse. Heat stroke. Death.
Our bodies are no longer made for these temperatures. Thousands of us have experienced this firsthand by now. There is water scarcity. The rations allocated for each individual are not enough to compensate for the water losses that would inevitably occur if one were outside for more than half an hour. So we have to endure it indoors. For the entire remaining 9 months of the year, we are indoors.
Not that it’s more pleasant here. It’s very hot all year round. Air conditioning? Long since banned. What were we thinking back then? We escaped the heat outside through massive air conditioning systems, which ultimately only made the heat outside worse...
Well, I’m digressing. Efforts have been made to insulate our buildings as best as possible. It still gets hot inside. That can no longer be prevented.
This is repeatedly interrupted by unimaginable downpours. Downpours so immense that we didn’t witness them back in our earlier Earth years. We couldn’t even have imagined them in our wildest dreams. Entire cities are flooded. Hamburg? Gone. New York? Gone. Shanghai? Gone. Macabre aquariums are what they are today.
And storms! Yes, we have storms that uproot entire forests and storms that tear down entire building complexes like a band-aid from a scraped knee.
Yes, literally like a band-aid from a scraped knee, because we have let our Earth bleed. We let it bleed until the end, and now all we have left is the scab. The scab on a wound where unfortunately no agriculture can be practiced anymore. The soil simply can’t sustain it anymore. Crop failures and drought increasingly lead to famines. Our Earth bleeds uncontrollably, and we no longer know when it will finally decay. When will it decay? Sounds strange, doesn’t it? As we slowly realized that this path we have taken has become self-perpetuating and is now continuing relentlessly without us, we came up with a name for it. Governments worldwide (where there are still any) have come up with a term. They wanted it to sound not so drastic. People shouldn’t be scared. And besides, the next elections are about a lot. Personal, uh, bribable, uh, business interests, of course. Well, anyway, they agreed on the term expiration date. Expiration date. As if our planet were a giant yogurt cup. As if we could still decide after that date whether it’s still good. Whether we might still be able to eat it a week later, uh, inhabit it. (We would probably decide against it out of habit. Better not to take any risks... it was always kept cool, but better to buy a new yogurt... uh, planet...)
Well, we don’t know the exact expiration date. No one knows exactly when that will be. The only thing we know by now is that it always comes sooner than expected. Everything always comes sooner than expected. About 2 minutes too early. 2 minutes before a solution would have come to mind. But what’s 2 degrees, uh, 2 minutes? Right?
My dear ones, I have gone on for an incredibly long time, I’m sorry, and I thank everyone who has read this far. Why all this?
Almaz hits hard. Packed synthetic, fruity sweetness. Personally, I can’t pick out any individual components here. This could be due to my beginner’s nose, but I can also imagine that this was never the plan for this scent. It simply creates an "otherworldly" fruity impression. It smells like a fruit salad made from fruits of another world. Although a smoothie probably fits better. A smoothie made from exotic fruits from a distant galaxy. Or from our galaxy in the not-so-distant future..... When our soils can no longer yield anything and fresh fruits have long become unthinkable, there may be lab-grown fruit. Artificially produced fruit in the craziest, most exotic flavors. That’s how I imagine the smell of these fruits. Quite appealing and enticingly sweet, but somehow artificial. It vaguely reminds me of those chewing gums we loved to eat as kids. Do you want to smell like that? I haven’t made a final decision yet and will test it again at higher temperatures. What I definitely know, however, is that I don’t want to experience the day when we can only consume lab-grown fruit. It’s 2 minutes to twelve. Let’s prevent this together.
Best regards
Evvi
2 degrees, how much is that really?
I’m lying on my sofa eating a few cookies. Whether I eat 2 more cookies or not doesn’t make a difference anymore. Then the pack is empty.
What’s 2 cookies anyway?
Our body weight fluctuates by about 2 kg over the course of a day anyway. We don’t even notice it.
What’s 2 kg anyway?
Whether I wait 2 more minutes before I get myself together to study for the next exam or not, won’t make any difference for my grade later. It won’t affect my passing.
What’s 2 minutes anyway?
In the past, I always dressed according to the weather. At least roughly, you know how it is. Well, whether it was 10 °C or 12 °C made no difference to me. Whether it was 19 degrees or 21 degrees.
What’s 2 degrees anyway?
Well, haha. Nowadays I have to laugh bitterly when I remember that. Dressing according to the weather? That doesn’t exist anymore. The weather is unpredictable. Weather forecasts? Abolished. Irrelevant.
Later, I want to meet friends in the park. It’s winter, or as we say nowadays, danger level 2. At danger level 2, you can still stay outside for a few hours. We want to take advantage of that. Everyone wants to take advantage of that. Everyone who is still left of us.
Danger level 2 currently lasts about three months of the year. We have three months in which we can go outside and move around somewhat freely. At least for a few hours. The rest of the year, danger level 3 prevails. At danger level 3, going outside for more than half an hour is too dangerous. Heat periods have become longer over the years and reach unbearable, life-threatening temperatures at danger level 3. Literally unbearable temperatures for our bodies.
Our bodies try to regulate their own temperature and pump massive amounts of blood into our skin vessels to create a larger surface area for heat dissipation and thus cool the body. In vain. It’s too hot. The enormous blood shift from central to peripheral leads to a dangerous drop in blood pressure. Circulatory collapse. Heat stroke. Death.
Our bodies are no longer made for these temperatures. Thousands of us have experienced this firsthand by now. There is water scarcity. The rations allocated for each individual are not enough to compensate for the water losses that would inevitably occur if one were outside for more than half an hour. So we have to endure it indoors. For the entire remaining 9 months of the year, we are indoors.
Not that it’s more pleasant here. It’s very hot all year round. Air conditioning? Long since banned. What were we thinking back then? We escaped the heat outside through massive air conditioning systems, which ultimately only made the heat outside worse...
Well, I’m digressing. Efforts have been made to insulate our buildings as best as possible. It still gets hot inside. That can no longer be prevented.
This is repeatedly interrupted by unimaginable downpours. Downpours so immense that we didn’t witness them back in our earlier Earth years. We couldn’t even have imagined them in our wildest dreams. Entire cities are flooded. Hamburg? Gone. New York? Gone. Shanghai? Gone. Macabre aquariums are what they are today.
And storms! Yes, we have storms that uproot entire forests and storms that tear down entire building complexes like a band-aid from a scraped knee.
Yes, literally like a band-aid from a scraped knee, because we have let our Earth bleed. We let it bleed until the end, and now all we have left is the scab. The scab on a wound where unfortunately no agriculture can be practiced anymore. The soil simply can’t sustain it anymore. Crop failures and drought increasingly lead to famines. Our Earth bleeds uncontrollably, and we no longer know when it will finally decay. When will it decay? Sounds strange, doesn’t it? As we slowly realized that this path we have taken has become self-perpetuating and is now continuing relentlessly without us, we came up with a name for it. Governments worldwide (where there are still any) have come up with a term. They wanted it to sound not so drastic. People shouldn’t be scared. And besides, the next elections are about a lot. Personal, uh, bribable, uh, business interests, of course. Well, anyway, they agreed on the term expiration date. Expiration date. As if our planet were a giant yogurt cup. As if we could still decide after that date whether it’s still good. Whether we might still be able to eat it a week later, uh, inhabit it. (We would probably decide against it out of habit. Better not to take any risks... it was always kept cool, but better to buy a new yogurt... uh, planet...)
Well, we don’t know the exact expiration date. No one knows exactly when that will be. The only thing we know by now is that it always comes sooner than expected. Everything always comes sooner than expected. About 2 minutes too early. 2 minutes before a solution would have come to mind. But what’s 2 degrees, uh, 2 minutes? Right?
My dear ones, I have gone on for an incredibly long time, I’m sorry, and I thank everyone who has read this far. Why all this?
Almaz hits hard. Packed synthetic, fruity sweetness. Personally, I can’t pick out any individual components here. This could be due to my beginner’s nose, but I can also imagine that this was never the plan for this scent. It simply creates an "otherworldly" fruity impression. It smells like a fruit salad made from fruits of another world. Although a smoothie probably fits better. A smoothie made from exotic fruits from a distant galaxy. Or from our galaxy in the not-so-distant future..... When our soils can no longer yield anything and fresh fruits have long become unthinkable, there may be lab-grown fruit. Artificially produced fruit in the craziest, most exotic flavors. That’s how I imagine the smell of these fruits. Quite appealing and enticingly sweet, but somehow artificial. It vaguely reminds me of those chewing gums we loved to eat as kids. Do you want to smell like that? I haven’t made a final decision yet and will test it again at higher temperatures. What I definitely know, however, is that I don’t want to experience the day when we can only consume lab-grown fruit. It’s 2 minutes to twelve. Let’s prevent this together.
Best regards
Evvi
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Evvi 3 years ago
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A Bouquet of Roses for Older Ladies
I enter a small flower shop. I am looking for a bouquet for my neighbor. Behind the counter, an older lady greets me with a sweet pear-peach drink. I thank her and try a glass of it. I taste a very slight hint of lemon that quickly fades away. Too bad, I think, it could have been a bit stronger in my opinion. I finish the glass and look around the shop. In the heart of the shop, I discover many roses on an earthy, mossy base. Could this make a beautiful bouquet for my neighbor? She is already a bit older and loves roses - unlike me. Her beloved rose perfumes almost overwhelm me when she briefly invites me into her apartment to chat. I blink and also spot jasmine, which strikes the sea of roses with a tuberose-soaked pillow. A pillow fight with white, but somewhat dirty patchouli-musk pillows from the earth. Wow, the tempers are heated... they are really going at it! There’s hardly any time to catch a breath. It’s already exhausting for me just to watch. The older lady with her calm demeanor endures it all much more serenely than I do. I think I am too young for this, but for my neighbor, it could be just the right thing.
Conclusion: In my opinion, the scent is not young or playful, but rather more composed overall. One could say it is quite mature in a certain way, which can also be a positive trait, but in this case, it unfortunately comes across as somewhat old-fashioned or a bit stuffy to me. Stuffy is not meant in a derogatory sense here, but rather in the sense of being correct, conventional, and unexciting. If you like floral (rosy!!) scents and can identify with it, go for it.
Conclusion: In my opinion, the scent is not young or playful, but rather more composed overall. One could say it is quite mature in a certain way, which can also be a positive trait, but in this case, it unfortunately comes across as somewhat old-fashioned or a bit stuffy to me. Stuffy is not meant in a derogatory sense here, but rather in the sense of being correct, conventional, and unexciting. If you like floral (rosy!!) scents and can identify with it, go for it.
