Gandix

It makes no sense to write you letters.
You do not want my love.
Not now...
And then it will be too late anyway...
A golden tear finds its way down my cheek.

The deciduous forest sways gently
in the golden late autumn light,
whispers to me full of melancholy
its Indian Summer song...
The light of the orange sun
it breaks...

It breaks...
into shards of amber,
paints sparkling cinnamon stars,
like a kaleidoscope
of brown-red-gold-orange colors.
They shine and hum
Crystal lullabies...

Do you remember when we sang them to our children?
You had chocolate stains on your lips.
How much I love you...
It is so quiet...

It is so quiet...
Only the rustling of the leaves,
and the air filled with spicy balsam.
Now and then a bee still hums.
A woodpecker taps and
drills...
Little wood chips fall to the ground,
like the fading of autumn...
Like a last breath...

The sun is low, bathing the forest
in its golden light...

A friend has gone...
That’s what I actually wanted to tell you...
But maybe I don’t have to do that...
Someone will tell you...
Autumn surrounds us...
Winter is not far off...
And its cold...

The sun is low,
bathing the forest in its golden light...

And the last leaf falls...
sways in the wind...
Nestles one last time against life...
And then it is quiet....

Phenomenal flowers
in dreamily beautiful green
Beeswax drops
Civet weeps Ylang tears
Her golden velvet fur rises and falls in the Chypre beat

Civet weeps because this enchantingly beautiful opening fades so quickly.
The persistent base is Ylang/Civet-focused,
with only a hint of animalic notes, yet of such incredible softness, reminiscent of ancient vintage fragrances.
Based on a wonderful Chypre framework, underlaid with golden amber.

A scent between addiction and tears.

The 9 because I am upset that this incredible opening does not last longer on my skin, although I also really like the base.
The point deduction is also because the dosage is a balancing act.
A little too much and these wonderful flowers become briefly (maybe 5 minutes) almost musty,
and this extremely attractive animalic note becomes coarse for a few minutes.
For me, a scent like in the past to dab on pulse points, and so fascinating that I tend towards a 10.
Further tests are urgently needed.

Addendum... When the scent is almost gone, a leathery undertone remains.
I’ve been pondering for quite a while what makes it so attractive.
Such a skin-leather feel, like moss that is there, but also not there.
Now I’ll lean way out of the window and claim...
It smells as if a Mousse de Saxe accord has been used, or at least something created that comes very close to it. Simply incredible.

Ozone
The Earth a blue ball...
Even if the world weeps 1000 green tears,
until the water carries creamy waves over the land...
Earth turns to clay and smells of mud...
Stone deserts
Geosmin sweating...
Flowers freezing in the pale silvery haze of the dying sun...
in the spaceship a scent of yesterday lingers...
Back then - memory...
People lost in space...

But hope never dies

When softly a first fluffy little cloud makes its way...
a lichen boldly spreads over a stone...
a little bee, still weak, searches for food...
(Where had it been hiding?)...
then I come home...
feel warm and safe in the gentle green-brown...
and above it all, it is still blue.

Diane thinks a lot about the effects of environmental influences on the Earth's ecosystems, wanting to show the beauty of these ecosystems in this scent, as well as their fragility. She has done this wonderfully. For me, it has become a scent full of hope. The fragrance consists of 7 scent accords; I can smell some of them, others not. For example, I find it difficult to distinguish the individual flowers, but they are very cool flowers, almost aloof.
Superficially, it is an exceptionally green scent, with a distinct ozone note, almost piercing in the opening, which also has creamy notes.
Going deeper, it is incredibly exciting and shows many facets. It is once again a scent where I discover more the less I apply. If I spray more, then the green and the ozone become too pronounced for me.
In any case, it is exciting to test.

Please don't scold me now. This is what Stora Skuggan suggests about the scent.

Angelica, the unchaste witch
was overcome by quite strange urges.
For her salvation, she thought it would be good if she
rubbed herself against a hemlock-smeared broomstick.

Belladonna glow in her marzipan eyes,
she darts like crazy on her vehicle through the hemlock forest.
The neighborhood weeps bitter-salty
tuberose tears soon.

The handle made of formerly warm wood,
caught fire while braking on the patch.
Even the witch found that a bit unsettling.

Exhausted, she now lies on the ground,
her hair interwoven with braids.
Her equipment, badly
damaged from the flight,
now adorns the entrance to the witch's house.

And the moral of the story is,
never, ever, ever smear witch flying salve on a broomstick.

This is how one might imagine it when reading
the lines of Stora Skuggan.

In the end, it is quite a spicy, somewhat sweet scent, interspersed with light bitter notes. A forest for mass tourism, but certainly pleasant to wear.
The mushrooms have likely been trampled by the crowds. I don't find them here.

I quite like the scent as it is. But the expectations for something extraordinary were still somewhat disappointed.

Recently, when our mermaid showed me the various cotton candies for her picture,
I couldn't help but think of the children's series Barbapapa.
Not only because Barbapapa is the French term for cotton candy
(you can imagine the apostrophes, I can't find them on my phone, and I can't really remember them anyway),
but also because it looked just as colorful as the Barbapapas...
Well...
The pink Papa candy didn't make it
into the picture.
It probably tasted like strawberry, which is not in the scent. So it was better to just eat it right away...
Yes, if it had smelled like blackcurrant, it would have been photographed...

So today the scent arrived...
Honestly...
The beaver-crazy Barbamama has seen better days...
The spark just won't jump to Barbapapa....
(And somehow not to me either...)
He just sweetly brushes off her attempts at getting closer...
He's scared because they actually have enough kids, a whole lux - uriously tropi-fruity colorful bunch of children.
Just not calm.

Suspiciously, Barbamama raises an iridescent eyebrow...
His pink suit does somehow smell like strawberry...

Seeeejungfrau.... Spit out the strawberry candy..
That was Papa's suit...

Such a 'Divine Person'...
Yet in his tube, there are only old juices...
Angrily, she creams her iris-fur and tidies up the children's plastic toys.
What a pigsty.

But all that plastic calms her... The baby is awake and she gives Barbakus kisses on his powdered little bottom.
Barbarella comes home from school,
from afar she smells her lilac-lavender good mood...
Her anger at Barbapapa has faded...

Somewhere in the house, a few plastic strawberries are still rolling around...

**

In short:

From the sprayer, the scent smells extremely sweet, and I predominantly perceive the fruit as strawberry.
On the skin, fortunately, it is not overly sweet,
still sweet enough that the association with cotton candy fits well.
The typical Bianchi iris fur is clearly present, and simply nothing new anymore.
Just as little as the clear reference to Divine Perversion with the strawberry, and to Luxe Calme Volupte with the powdered fruits.
What I have here extremely is a strong plastic note,
with hardly any smoke.
Plastic only melts ;)
The sweetness also remains throughout.
Lavender stays very much in the background.
I would like a bit more of that...
I only smell oud very diffusely and only for a few minutes.
Where for me in Byzantine Amber there was a stroll through her best scents, this here is a mishmash of her most trivial ones.
It's not bad or uninteresting, but also anything but a highlight.