Hallodri

... in my bright red leather teen make-up case
Filled with some other over things from the 80s and 90s.
The first thing I saw when opening the treasure chest to my great delight was PERLE NOIR, also Avon, and very close to the vintage COCO CHANEL in terms of scent, silage & durability.
But just less sprayer in it.
BOGNER BATH & BODY also made me squeak (but also almost empty, of course) as well as some miniatures, which surprisingly were still at least half full:
VENICE by Yves Rocher, JOOP - LE BAIN, LA PERLA, FENDI, ELIZABETH TAYLOR - PASSION, MONDI.
And another sample (with packaging) of the NICKY DE SAINT PHALLE perfume, yeah!

But then I saw the bottle, the unforgotten one.
It's called that for a reason, the smell.
Optically alone, it is technically impossible to forget him.
This beautiful little bottle, something between 20's boudoir charm, Orient and hippiedom.
And which one could already see that the content is not arbitrary.
Nothing can be arbitrary.
The smell hadn't been in my head for years, but I knew before I opened the plug that I was about to be delighted and happy again!
And so it was.
It hasn't lost any of its radiance, although I got it from my mom in the late 80s and she already had it in the 70s
No 'I-you-roar'-you-um ka-rubber, but rather in a slightly elitist way present and very dense.
Kind of flowery, but without any flowers. Very spicy, but without that typical 70s flair.
And simply zero comparable with everything that is offered today in (mainstream) fragrances. Rather the complete opposite of this olfactory offer.
But you can already tell that the fragrance is "old", in the sense of "from another time".
And yet I find him neither madamy, nor tantig and certainly not oma-esque.
It's more like this:
if it were launched today, it would certainly be a niche in the 150-200 Euro for 50 ml range.
Like a collaboration of Francesca Bianchi and the BOGUE creator maybe ?
Who want to house their scented DNA together and UNFORGETTABLE would be their "lovechild".

That's exactly how I feel about this great perfume.
Noble.
Special.
Portable.

Huge heart of mine!

P.S.: all scents are still ok, none tilted or even weaker, yay!

.... you can't do that!
How do you imagine that?
What are you thinking?
Do you seriously think I'm married to a Russian oligarch?
A British media tycoon?
A Greek shipowner?
An Argentinean building lion?
Do you think that?
You must have.
Otherwise you wouldn't be putting that stuff together for the Norwegians.
The tiger I have not even sprayed on, because I was enough to sniff the top of the bottle and another person.
Because it was already clear to me that this one is not a bit worse than WILDFIRE.
And I have to buy them both. So at least these two.
Do you understand?
I mean, if it was, then okay.
But your colleague from Canada, the Frollein Waddington, she is also a fluent bee and wants to eliminate my bank account additionally with HUMMINGBIRD and CIVET.
I know: other employer, not your circus, not your monkeys.
À propos monkeys: with MACAQUE I don't even make friends -> danger of obsession!
And Mrs. Dr. Covey hasn't got anything to do with BAT now, which I would completely refuse.
On the contrary. So, uh, I dream really great with it and that's why I would have to buy the OWN.
I give myself the best arguments, even fully clever!
But back to you, Delphine:
I would have expected a little more female solidarity there.
And to any of you great girls who create my body and soul scents,
i must appeal!
I mean, Christine, the nail, she's out.
Archives 69 is from 2011, that can't be undone now.
Signora Giacobetti: also too long in the shop.
And all the Goutal ladies, too, you can't change
But you?
You can simply stop causing me pain with olfactory crews of my heart!
Do you even know what it's like to sniff out a scent that not only reveals a whole new solar system, but turns your inner self outwards?
Exposing you with all your emotions?
That makes your brain almost implode?
Well, that was now marginally exaggerated and very striking, but how else am I supposed to bring you closer to my dichotomy?
All of you ladies rule the world in terms of fragrance technology, hold the dominion, are the Queens of Fucking Everything and I will have to marry the oligarchs finally and unbelievably un-feminist so that we can get rid of the monetary problem of our great love???

I'll do it for you, not a thing!

I have to.
You'll continue to work for the Norwegian ecos anyway, they are really cute.
And you're gonna keep making good feelers for me.
But: can we agree that you can come up with something regarding your optics?
Otherwise we will be mistaken by someone for twin sisters or even completely confused.
And then you would be sitting alone and bored in the 3,900 sqm villa in Novosibirsk or Gütersloh.
The oligarch is never there, he oligarchs safely around the world.
But between you and me,
i think oligarchs are boring anyway and have a really bad taste in music and movies.

#The most heavenly campfire in the world
#Antidepressant in liquid form
#Medicament-without-prescription
#Jubilant screaming
#NoseInHeaven

P.S.: what's inside your WILD FIRE, you know that yourself. And everyone else here can read, ne?

What's going on?
Start: Banana.
Banana and a little pear.
After 15 minutes: Banana.
Banana, a little pear and fresh concrete.
After 60 minutes: Banana.
But rather than Milupa baby porridge.
Pear also only as a baby-no-knowing-what.
The concrete is cured.
But still perceptible.
After 120 minutes: see "after 60 minutes".
After 240 minutes: see "after 120 minutes", only closer to the skin.
Everything exactly as in the first and second test of this fragrance.
When my wrist approaches my nose, there's still a concrete hunch after 300 minutes.
The banana also remains in the background.
And the joke is: I like that.
And you feel comfortable with it
Generally well received, without wanting that explicitly.
Biedert not on, null.
Can this simply, this CONCRETE.
*Hearts in the eyes have