Hallodri

... in my bright red teenage makeup case made of leather.
Filled with a few other over-the-top items from the 80s and 90s.
The first thing I spotted when opening the treasure chest was, to my great delight, PERLE NOIR, also by Avon, and very close to vintage COCO CHANEL in terms of scent, sillage & longevity.
But there were only a few sprays left.
BOGNER BATH & BODY also made me squeal (but of course it was almost empty too) along with some miniatures that 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 unforgettable one.
It is rightly named so, the scent.
Visually alone, it is technically impossible to forget it.
This beautiful little bottle, something between 1920s boudoir charm, the Orient, and hippiedom.
And you could tell that the contents were nothing ordinary.
Nothing ordinary CAN be.
The scent hadn't been in my mind for years, but I already knew before opening the stopper that I would soon be very delighted and happy again!
And so it was.
It has lost none of its radiance, even though I received it from my mom at the end of the 80s and she had it in the 70s.
Not a loud, overwhelming scent, but rather present in a slightly elitist way and very dense.
Somehow floral, but without any flowers. Very spicy, but without that typical 70s flair.
And simply nothing comparable to everything that is currently offered in (mainstream) fragrances. More like the complete opposite of this olfactory offering.
You can tell, though, that the scent is "old" in the sense of "from another time".
And yet I find it neither matronly, nor old-fashioned, and certainly not grandma-esque.
It's more like:
if it were launched today, it would certainly be niche in the range of 150-200 euros for 50 ml.
Like a collaboration between Francesca Bianchi and the creator of BOGUE perhaps?
They would want to incorporate their scent DNA together and UNFORGETTABLE would be their "lovechild".

Exactly how I feel about this wonderful perfume.
Noble.
Special.
Wearable.

Huge heart from me!

P.S.: all the fragrances are still fine, none has gone off or even weakened, hooray!

…. this won't do!
How do you imagine this?
What are you thinking?
Do you seriously believe I am married to a Russian oligarch?
A British media tycoon?
A Greek shipping magnate?
An Argentine real estate mogul?
Do you think that?
You must do.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be putting together such stuff for the Norwegians.
I didn't even spray the Tiger on myself; just sniffing at the bottle and another person was enough for me.
Because I already realized that this is not a bit worse than WILDFIRE.
And then I have to buy BOTH. So at least these two.
Do you understand?
I mean, if that were it: okay.
But your colleague from Canada, Miss Waddington, is also quite the busy bee and wants to further eliminate my bank account with HUMMINGBIRD and CIVET.
I know: different employer, not your circus, not your monkeys.
By the way, speaking of monkeys: I won't even get friendly with MACAQUE -> danger of obsession!
And Ms. Dr. Covey hasn't come up with anything with BAT that I would completely reject.
So on the contrary. Well, um, I dream wonderfully with it and that's why I should actually acquire it.
I provide myself with the best arguments, so clever!
But back to you, Delphine:
I would have expected a bit more female solidarity.
And to any of you wonderful girls who create my body and soul fragrances,
I must appeal!
I mean, Christine, the Nagel, she's out.
Archives 69 is from 2011; that can't be undone now.
Signora Giacobetti: also been in the business too long.
And all the Goutal ladies too; you can't change that anymore.
But you?
You could just stop causing me pain with olfactory invasions of my heart!
Do you even know what it's like to sniff a fragrance that not only reveals a whole new solar system but also turns your innermost self inside out?
Exposing you, with all your emotions?
That nearly makes your brain implode?
Okay, that was slightly exaggerated and quite dramatic, but how else should I convey my dilemma to you?
All you ladies rule the fragrance world, hold the power, are the Queens of Fucking Everything, and I will ultimately and incredibly un-feministically have to marry the oligarch so we can clear the monetary problem of our great love out of the way???

I'll do it for you, no problem!

I must.
You will continue to work for the Norwegian eco folks anyway; they are really quite cute.
And you will keep dreaming up feel-good scents for me.
But: can we agree that you come up with something regarding your appearance?
Otherwise, someday we might be mistaken 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 around; he’s probably oligarching around the world.
But between us:
I think oligarchs are boring anyway and have really terrible taste in music and films.

#heavenliestCampfireInTheWorld
#AntidepressantInLiquidForm
#MedicationWithoutPrescription
#cheerandscreamjoy
#NoseInHeaven

P.S.: You know what's in your WILDFIRE. And everyone else here can read, right?

What's going on here?
Opening: Banana.
Banana and a little pear.
After 15 minutes: Banana.
Banana, a little pear, and fresh concrete.
After 60 minutes: Banana.
But more like Milupa baby food.
Pear is only there as baby-no-idea-what.
The concrete has set.
But still perceptible.
After 120 minutes: see "after 60 minutes".
After 240 minutes: see "after 120 minutes", just closer to the skin.
Everything exactly like in the first and second test of this fragrance.
When my wrist approaches my nose, there is still a hint of concrete after 300 minutes.
The banana is still lingering in the background.
And the joke is: I like it.
And you feel good with it.
Generally well received, without wanting to be explicit about it.
It doesn't try too hard, not at all.
It just does this CONCRETE thing effortlessly.
*Hearts in my eyes*

So, now I really have to defend this very affordable, but by no means cheap-smelling fragrance.
For me, Soffio is actually the 1:1 equivalent to the Lorenzo Villoresi scent.
The Eau de Toilette.
Just much more subdued, softer, lacking the killer sillage.
The pine noted in the fragrance notes doesn't really show up for me, and patchouli is only present to a limited extent.
What remains, and this is consistently linear and without development, is the powder.
Baby powder.
And a hint of mom's lipstick that she has forgotten in her vintage makeup bag since the 70s.
But for some inexplicable reason, it hasn't gone rancid.
Instead, it still has that mysterious and delicious scent of childhood, just like lipstick doesn't smell like that anymore nowadays.
Unfortunately.
And it lasts. Long. But after 1-2 hours, it's rather close to the skin. Not TOO close.
You won't cause an atomic blast in entire building sections, but the scent is present.
Like a dear friend who is there.
Who doesn't talk, but gives a pleasant feeling through his quiet presence.
And it does this for about 6 to 10 hours.
For me, it actually fluctuates in this range depending on temperature and daily condition.

There are no edges or corners here, but that's not a must.
Sometimes you just want to smell delicious, and this makes it effortlessly possible.
And WITHOUT smelling generic or like something from a drugstore.

Thus, Soffio di Talco can do much more than some other, significantly more expensive, Eau de Toilettes.

I love it!

That's exactly how I feel when I wear this perfume.
Like a damn-attractive wearer of pearl necklaces and twinsets.
But somehow exciting. And slightly frivolous.
Perfect for work, you automatically come across as confident and competent.
Which is of great benefit.
And: it lasts and lasts and lasts.
If I didn't shower daily, I would definitely get three days out of it....what a shame really.
Conclusion: a classic-timeless scent.
Always works, is never really wrong, but still individual and far from any fashion gimmicks.