Fahitty93

Why does one buy Sorcinelli fragrances? Surely not because they are so suitable for everyday use, discreet and unobtrusive.
Why then?
When I saw the ads for Reliqvia, I felt the same way about his popper bottles, which he markets as roll-on scents.
First thought (in Viennese dialect): "Naa...naa..geh bitte...der spinnt jo...der is jo krank."
Second thought: "Sounds now but not so bad, the can even be what, you could maybe wear."
So: Blind purchase, is yes wuascht, if he is nothing, then he pretties up the perfume table, the Sorcinellis can innately yes quite well.

Today he came and I sprayed it on me and the first thought was "Bist gscheit, like Montana Haustropfen" (A herbal solution that is taken for stomach problems).

In fact, this fragrance is evolving more and more into an absolutely wearable Sorcinelli (I'm a little surprised myself), which one associates most with a Freshly Umgeholzten forest, in which a grill stands and charcoal burns, while an altar boy with an incense burner swings neatly and one eats currants himself.

What the scent can do: Intriguing, attracting, unnerving, repelling.
Either you can with this contrasting, constantly changing fragrance, or just not, because overwhelming he can also be.

Very dominant is the Elemiharz and the smoke, which can make it of course something pungent and the currant also something sour.
Gradually, however, this subsides and he becomes softer, woodier.

The fasczniation that perfumer and brand exert on me and many others is certainly sometimes a reason why I buy these perfumes blind and rely on him becoming unconventional.
In this case, the blind purchase was worth it in any case, because he is a little more restrained than his predecessors.
And on top of that, it has that slightly clerical campiness to it. That's also nice.
But otherwise I remain: Please the spinnt jo.

"What do you smell?"
"This is a marmot, I strangled it with my bare hands and then rubbed myself with it."
SO animalic this scent smells, you could easily call it that without actually dragging it into the gruesome.
The Liquides Imaginaires and I have a funny story behind us, a somewhat bizarre acquaintance has once smelled very intensely of incense and on the question of what that was then only eye batting was answered: "Jaaaaaa, Fortis".
They are in Vienna but only in a perfumery and until now I have not managed to actually try one.
On a Florence holiday I then passed the LI shelf in a department store and the saleswoman meant: We leave the stock open, they gibts currently minus 30%.
My eyes could have illuminated a tunnel, so they have beamed and I have already tried through.
Next to the Other LI, which I bought, but this leaves the most lasting impression.
Why?
Must be because of the ingredients.
Zibet, castoreum, Skatol - all dinge, which sound somewhat foreign and there is not so.
Castoreum - a pheromone that is supposed to make other beavers fuzzy.
Civet - extracted from the civet cat
Skatol - the scent of excrement.

In fact, Peau de Bete is the expression of the animalistic, it can best be compared to a horse, after a long race, which then sweats.
Even if it is not exciting, loud and shrill, it is all the more thin, animalistic and wild.
It implies a certain urine tang, something rough, something clean, but something unwashed - as if one had a certain patina.
Rarely has it been so difficult for me to describe a fragrance, to put it into words - just as rare, however, has it been for me until now to classify the fascination for this fragrance.
I, who normally uses perverse amounts of perfume, am already overwhelmed with 4 sprays of it and my environment even more.

No question - in the right amount and properly applied the fragrance exerts a certain attraction to the counterpart, a certain mystery, what you can not grasp.
And just something raw, wild - perhaps the beaver pheromones also have an effect on humans.
At a beaver castle at night I would not pass with it in any case.

Planned this purchase was not - but when my regular perfumery discovered my Achilles' heel - namely give me as many samples as possible and hope that at least one is there, which is then bought the next day, I just have to say: Burlington Arcade, that happened to me!

The fragrances of the house of Atkinsons namely never disappoint - so with this.
I sprayed a spritz of it at home and it metaphorically put me on the floor. Eyes closed, nose open - and I was in love.
Fresh, but a bit of left standing lemon drive in with an opulent spice and sweetness at the same time, but so subtle and noble, not intrusive or annoying, quite the contrary.
Durability and sillage are top.
When the initial spiciness wears off, you're left with a slightly orangy licorice scent that just doesn't get boring - chapeau.
I am the whole evening on my own upper arm hung and when I then put the shirt the next day in the dirty laundry, has me again the fragrance caught up, so that I bought it directly and now own the second bottle of it.

In fact, this fragrance with each new time aufprühen, tends to autumn / winter, again fascination, because Atkinsons once again creates exactly what hardly any other brand creates: Traditional reprocess without acting artificial.

..and it's a crisp 12 degrees where I live. In May.
It's still in the corner, perhaps the cap has gathered a little dust, waiting spellbound and patient.
For what?
On the summer, there he belongs namely.
To me, this fragrance was sold at the time with the words: "You have to imagine, if they put on the and they are in the sun or sweat a little, then he changes - and indeed fundamentally"
I was so taken with it, I HAD to buy it - again, most perfumes I just HAVE to have - and lo and behold - a citrusy scent, but if I were to associate it with a colour it would be dark yellow - maybe with a little red tinge. A dark lemon, where then the spice of the Chilli relatively soon - also quite aggressively - reinfährt.
All in all, this fragrance remains interesting and is in the course of wearing - and you hardly have to put on, even with a summery, like him - more and more interesting.
He has meanwhile my Sommerclassic ab-gelöst, which also makes me a little wistful, but he is a worthy replacement

Why do I hear Hannibal Lecter say this phrase when I am screwing down the foam cap that is being sold as a work of art by the esteemed Mr. Sorcinelli?
Why do I feel the need to cut my face off with a shard from a mirror and feed it to the dogs, while an elderly man stands by and says "not enough yet"?

I was already with the name and especially already with the umbrella term of this collection quite aware that this fragrance might be a little unorthodox.
But that he became unwearable - I have so not expected.
It is - who please experience has or may have - really lived up to the name "Poppers".

Nice, expensive gimmick that's an eye-catcher in the perfume collection, but unfortunately unreasonable for the next person!
But thank you, Filippo Sorcinelli, that you do not shit and times what innovative rausbringst - even if it is just not portable.