Friedaherz

I think I have smelled fragrances that contain cardamom before. But I'm not sure.
What I am sure of is that the scent does not work for me at all.
"It does nothing for me!"
I only smell "cardamom in a box," somehow cardboard-like, I don't know how else to explain it.

And otherwise:
Lily - where?
Rose - nothing…
Blackcurrant - wtf?
Tonka - hello?

Oh, you beautiful Celeste, unfortunately, this won't work out for us,
it's sad, but you must move on, adieu!

The names of the Rammstein fragrances are up for debate. Or one can simply be amazed. With Pussy, the name was already completely off for me compared to the scent. Although - since it comes across as absolutely mainstream to me, quite different from the somewhat niche other Rammstein fragrances - the Pussy girl actually fits quite well.
As for the scent Sex, on my skin it is an absolutely pleasant, very good coffee scent. Coffee - that was the main reason for my test of the fragrance. I have long been searching for a good coffee scent that doesn’t have anything squeaky, annoying, or overly floral that irritates my olfactory senses. With Sex, I found exactly that. For me, it is a true pure coffee scent with a very slight licorice note in the “finale”.
So to each their own, I really like the foreplay, and as the scent gains momentum, I like it very much, and it remains consistently good. And sometimes the coffee afterwards is indeed the best part of it all…
PS: I can't pick out the other listed fragrance notes individually, but I am a fan of the overall composition!
PPS: The test was conducted without the elixir for layering.
Thank you, Rammstein!

Schützenfest at the end of the 80s. Visiting this traditional event with my future mother-in-law in uniform. My future husband also in a green jacket. And it feels like everyone else present except me is too. I, totally clueless about what to expect, a young, inexperienced kid.
The event unfolds, the tension rises by the minute - the room temperature does too. My future mother-in-law has sweat on her forehead. She looks at me and says: “Give me that perfume for a moment!”. Confused, I hand her the small bottle N°5, for which I had saved for months - and fate takes its course. Splashing it into both hands and distributing it well on her face and décolletage.
I would have loved to see my face back then.
I received a new bottle from my future husband. I still have it - unopened.
What does the scent smell like? Indescribable, I lack the words!
I often consider whether I should try it again. But maybe some things are better left undisturbed.
You can guess three times whether the future husband from back then has become my husband…

...this triggered the blind purchase appeal. I have to smell this!
What a combination. I’m into quirky things, bring it on!

Good little flower meets berry and lands on the wild compost in the forest. That’s how I would describe it. But even that would be too wild as a description for this scent. Ultimately, it is a berry floral fragrance with a musk base. Exactly what I don’t like. By far better than some cheap scent, meaning it’s of good quality, as one would expect from such a fragrance house.
But so boring!
I’d rather smell the withered flower. Or the wet dog. Or the compost. At least that stimulates the imagination, just as the name of the fragrance promises.

If you like a berry floral scent with a musk base, I recommend testing it. But definitely don’t “blind buy,” or else it might smell like wet dog with cucumber aroma in compost with seaweed...

You can feel free to hit me now or write me angry replies under my comment.
But when I first saw the bottle and the name of the fragrance virgin-like in a perfume store, a kaleidoscope of thoughts raced through my mind: “Brexit, are they crazy now?, America First, they’re crazy, the Romans!...” (I’m sorry, I can’t help my thoughts, they are free...).

But seriously, even though I am a total fan of the British lifestyle and find the Union Jack beautiful, I felt a bit uncomfortable at first. I suffer from Brexit. The year before last in London, the year before that a short visit to Belfast from Ireland, a few years earlier in Scotland, and with the desire to visit many more places on the island (and the mainland), I suddenly feel no longer like a welcome member of the UK club as an EU member. Then the extravagant packaging of the bottle with the Union Jack and the name “Brilliantly British” came just in time. I had to catch my breath first, then swallow.

But since my love for the UK in general and for the traditional house Penhaligon’s in particular is strong enough, and my heart as well: what the heck - let’s test it. In the end, the pragmatist in me always wins.

Well, now I have the fragrance and I can’t make sense of it. Why does such a fragrance have such packaging?
Yatagan reports on the tradition of lavender in England in his comment. And although I was in the Cotswolds in June/July, I missed that until now. I’ve learned something new again. For me, lavender has always been typically French, even though traditional English fragrance houses like to use lavender. In any case, I really like lavender, especially in unconventional mixes with other notes. And salted caramel is one of those notes for me. I smell musk here (thankfully) only at most for stabilizing the fragrance. Even though the scent appears quite one-dimensional - it doesn’t annoy, it’s not overpowering, it’s simply a gentleman.

And so the circle closes. And I forgive the fragrance for the beautiful, but for me unsuitable packaging. But that makes it uncommonly exciting. And it has triggered a variety of emotions in me.

So, now you can complain about me...