Flora

You want to make a grand entrance tonight. You want to stand out.
It’s not the fine society you’re diving into now, but the art and culture scene that welcomes the eccentric and is open to everything. Your olfactory companion is an experiment, enveloping you in a thick texture of leather - powerful and noble. The opening cinches you like a snug corset into a posture you’ve desired. It has significant weight and presence. Only the fruity notes give it a touch of friendliness. You fully enjoy the moment on the red carpet. You’ve chosen the right companion.

At the reception, connections are made; the second glance and the first word count. Ylang presents itself at its best. A viscous floral balm makes the aloofness melt away - fine and caressing. However, it is not banal, but has an irritating, synthetic moment. It should not be easy to understand; it should remain exciting. Engaging conversations, loud laughter. The atmosphere is heated and begins to vibrate. The artificial, floral leather shows endurance up to the limits of tolerable intensity. The diva presents her full repertoire.

The film premiere lasts long and brings the spirits back to the topic of the occasion and to calm. The iris gently accompanies you into the base, as you focus on the images in the dark. The powdery, light mood then carries you to the castle, where the artists are celebrated. The now relaxed and liberated conversations become more intimate. One leans closer to the listener's ear. The veil of amber, almond, and vanilla softens everything and makes it even softer. Enraptured and content, the night can let loose, the corset is unfastened. You surrender to the sweetness and the delicate smoke of your companion. The role has been played perfectly.

The further encounters and escapades of the night seem reserved for Inala, to whom I sincerely thank for this fragrant experience.

The next morning, you still smell the lingering hint of glamour on your skin.

The bottle already makes every woman descend into her lowest instincts, triggering a good shopping frenzy. There is that must-have feeling: so dreamily beautiful and so unique. Your eyes pop out, the expectations are enormous. Now just to test it.

I love Hollywood movies, their bombastic illusions, their lightness and carefreeness. I get intoxicated by great images, good-looking people, stunning backdrops.
That’s well-made entertainment.

There is this floral rush, interrupted by a hint of pepper - beautiful tension. The fruitiness comes perfectly and makes me feel young and fresh - a lovely effect. The wood and musk notes cuddle me gently - a beautiful happy ending.
All well-made entertainment.

With an indescribably feminine protagonist, from whom no one can take their eyes off. For her beauty is so perfect that more character would destroy her flawless aura. Unfortunately, her breath only lasts for a short film. On my skin, Love, the Key to Life lasts about 2 hours and is very close to the skin from start to finish.

I like this fragrance and wear it too - honestly!

Right from the start, I feel welcomed in the arms of Dia. The perfume greets me as if it is opening the gates to its fragrant realm, allowing me to enter my own emotional world, my state of being, and my rhythm.
Dia is creamy, intimate, and defensive from the very beginning. The light spiciness of the herbs immediately conveys a great warmth, while the flowers swirl around me like in a dance, and the powder falls confidently and steadily. The strong iris is contrasted by a rich rose paired with a ripe peach, which I see as a brilliant addition at this point. They bring back the necessary distance and prevent the scent from becoming suffocating. Finally, soothing woody notes and a hint of sweetness join in.
The components of flower, fruit, and spice in Dia are wonderfully balanced for my nose, and the transitions between the notes are perfectly interwoven and harmonious. Dia merges instantly with my skin and creates the feeling that this scent was made for me. I am pleased that this fragrance, despite all its creaminess and intimacy, is clearly perceivable and that its eternal longevity corresponds to that of a goddess.
When the name conjures up a goddess, it is certainly not an ethereal and fleshless one. Perhaps a goddess in the sense that here lies a woman resting in her innermost self. I feel similarly about Habanita, even though the two really don’t have much in common. Only that Habanita is more demanding and the journey definitely begins with an unknown outcome, while Dia pulls me a bit deeper into my own soul, embraces me, and whispers: Look inside yourself. It’s beautiful there.