Goldlocke

I bought this scent because I love the Nivea fragrance, but I find the perfume from Nivea not nearly as beautiful as the cream scent. The fragrance notes and reviews sounded great - so I ordered it and have now tested it extensively.
My conclusion: Unfortunately, it is not the sought-after Nivea cream scent, but rather that of a dry talcum powder. The name of this perfume fits it perfectly. It is not meant to be a cream scent, but a powder scent. I should have been more aware of the difference earlier.

For a more detailed description:
In the first half of wearing it, I clearly smell dusty-dry iris. Not sharp, but still dry, which is very close together for my nose. Then, nothing develops over the next two hours. Just talcum iris in dry form. Yes, it smells like baby powder. The emphasis is on powder - dry, dusty. Not at all like a soft baby cream. So, if that's exactly what you're looking for, you'll find it here.

After about two hours, a subtle vanilla comes through that warms the iris a bit. The whole scent feels smoother overall. Still not creamy, but smooth. A hint of orange and sometimes a splash of lemon also finds its way into my nose. It gets more interesting. The perfume becomes more complex - the dusty-dry iris is still dominant, but is now accompanied by (very) subtle citrus and vanilla notes.

Unfortunately, the Damask rose does not come through for me at all; no rose scent even the next day. What remains about 24 hours later is a dry-dusty-powdery iris scent. Now instead of vanilla, there is ylang-ylang, which, due to the sweetness it brings, somewhat reminds me of Ylang in Gold by Micallef. Of course, without the coconut notes, but the sweetness is quite reminiscent of it.

The longevity is excellent. You can really tell the quality. Projection is also extraordinarily good. If someone wants to smell distinctly "freshly powdered," they have what they are looking for in this pretty bottle.

Until the end, pure talcum powder - so the perfume name fits it perfectly. Unfortunately, it is not the cream powder scent I was looking for, but a perfume that more than lives up to its description. Perfectly suitable for lovers of dry, clean scents.

My association with this scent: A filthy rich guy comes out of the gym freshly showered, casually smokes a cigarette, pops a Fisherman's Friend with lemon flavor, and then embraces me warmly.

To explain:
In the top note, I perceive the bergamot strongly and spicy-minty, paired with a warm lemon. The two are so potent that I can't help but think of a freshly showered, still - due to the weight training - very hot male body...
After a brief daydream with this freshly showered man, the smoky tobacco comes into play. Not sharp and piercing like a fresh cigarette, but a slightly faded, softer tobacco note, earthy-warm due to the tonka bean. The two give the fragrance strength and determination and that certain something that radiates: This man knows what he wants!
Together with the minty top note, this is for me this hot muscular guy who still smells a bit like cigarette tobacco and pops a Fisherman's Friend.
After spending a few hours with said man, the honey unites the citrus and tobacco notes into a warm, harmonious whole. In my perception, the base notes come through earlier than the heart note. Or was the heart note already there the whole time, providing a sense of security and warmth? I will probably never know; the handsome, smoking fisherman has his secrets, and it remains exciting with him all day long...

The association with the aforementioned candy is by no means meant to be derogatory, but from the very beginning, the candies and the cigarette belong to the rich, athletic man. Due to the carefully coordinated notes, where none pushes to the forefront but all have just the right potency and timing to come forward, this fragrance simply smells of wealth, strength, and class.


A small note: In my previous comment on Naxos (now deleted), I compared the notes to rapeseed honey and stale smoke. The now so different experience with this fragrance results from a second decant that I received from a nice member here. The upper comment refers to the definitely genuine Naxos. My first sample, however, actually comes from a reputable site for perfume samples - authenticity is therefore presumed - but seems to be a version that needs a bit more time in the bottle to develop its full beauty. I derived this thesis from corresponding discussions here in the forum. So, if anyone wonders why their sample of Naxos or the newly purchased bottle doesn't smell as citrusy-fresh-showered-warm-earthy, but rather sharp-heavy-pasty, they simply need to be a bit more patient and give Naxos the cold shoulder for a while.

Edit after two weeks:
Now the aforementioned first sample from the reputable website smells exactly like the original, which I now own as a full bottle. It took about 2 weeks for my sample in the glass bottle to smell really great.

I ordered this fragrance to see if I should get "Lira" by Xerjoff. The price difference is quite significant - I thought it was a good idea.
It is indeed a dupe of Lira, but by no means as finely tuned and rounded. You can definitely tell that savings were made... overall, it does resemble Lira.
Now comes the big catch for me:
It gives me headaches. And I've never experienced that with a fragrance before! I usually only get headaches maybe once or twice a year and I'm not sensitive to the weather, but this one triggers it within a few minutes for me.
At first, I thought I was getting sick. Then I noticed that I always get a headache when I wear this fragrance.
Such a shame!
I hope I can maybe warn some potential headache candidates.
For those who don't have a problem in that regard, the fragrance is a great - cheaper - version of Lira.

A female guest at a house party I attended was wearing this fragrance. As soon as I entered the house, I thought to myself: hmm, what smells so extraordinarily good, so different, so striking yet soft, so luxurious? The scent enveloped me for quite some time, filled all the rooms, and captivated me.
At first, I suspected it was a room fragrance standing in the corner. But then the young lady was right next to me and was approached by another party guest about her perfume - jackpot! Of course, as a perfume junkie, I perked up my ears, and she said it was Molecule 01.
"Make sure to remember this!" I thought, you MUST have it too! So feminine and masculine at the same time, so salty yet sweet, exactly the kind of statement I had been looking for.
However, as the evening progressed, I began to have my first doubts:
What fascinated me at first - this omnipresence - I found increasingly bothersome and almost intrusive over time. It became sweeter and heavier - in my opinion, it no longer suited the delicate, slender, blonde young lady who wore it.
And yet, it has remained in my memory as a great statement scent.

I recognized it immediately on the test strip, but I haven't tested it on my skin yet. Maybe it develops differently there.
BUT whenever I have perceived this molecular scent since that party, whether on the subway, in a department store, or on a colleague in the office, I have instantly identified it as Molecule 01. Despite the promise of developing differently on everyone, in my experience, it smells the same on everyone.
That's why I'm still hesitant to test it myself, simply out of fear that it might also become heavy and intrusive on me.
Maybe I should just be brave and take a spritz...

I don’t understand the hype.
Full of anticipation due to exclusively positive reviews here and also on YouTube, I tested it on my wrist and unfortunately have to say, it’s just not for me!
To be honest, I can’t understand why it’s such a crowd-pleaser - to me, it simply feels like 100kg heavy, sweet and syrupy, and intrusive.
Since the first spray, it has taken away my breath. I would even say it’s so heavy that it brings down my mood and makes me feel quite sad from this scent.

Goodness, now I’ve only written negatives and I’m sorry for that. I just don’t understand why it appeals to so many people, when it has absolutely nothing lovable or soft about it, but simply overwhelms me and keeps me grounded.
I’m probably the only one who feels this way.
Wear it if you like it, but please stay far away from me (especially in confined spaces, on the subway, or in elevators)!