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Only and so much more
Just cinnamon and Moroccan rose ...
Peach juice flows like nectar over your gray mind, a little balm for your maltreated soul, whose bittersweet tears are absorbed by the spicy plum haze and carried away to distant lands where the sun rises before you, where the cinnamon dust paints dune landscapes as fine as desert sand against a warm ambient sun, where your invisible pain drifts away.
Small carnations flash like stars in the dark sky of your thoughts, the cinnamon landscapes glow golden beneath them, while the tart, fruity peach stream meanders gently through foreign climes and carries all your grief locked deep within you.
The thorns of the burgundy rose can no longer hurt you, it is so far in your past that it is only a distant premonition that beds your memory like velvet.
You let yourself be carried, cinnamon-golden bedded, clove-spicy illuminated, peach-lovely flowing, plum-warm blown, rose-velvety remembered,
with your pain, with your grief, with your memory.
Only cinnamon and Moroccan rose ..
Peach juice flows like nectar over your gray mind, a little balm for your maltreated soul, whose bittersweet tears are absorbed by the spicy plum haze and carried away to distant lands where the sun rises before you, where the cinnamon dust paints dune landscapes as fine as desert sand against a warm ambient sun, where your invisible pain drifts away.
Small carnations flash like stars in the dark sky of your thoughts, the cinnamon landscapes glow golden beneath them, while the tart, fruity peach stream meanders gently through foreign climes and carries all your grief locked deep within you.
The thorns of the burgundy rose can no longer hurt you, it is so far in your past that it is only a distant premonition that beds your memory like velvet.
You let yourself be carried, cinnamon-golden bedded, clove-spicy illuminated, peach-lovely flowing, plum-warm blown, rose-velvety remembered,
with your pain, with your grief, with your memory.
Only cinnamon and Moroccan rose ..
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A molecular hulk
It is a cacophony of smells. Molecular ones, mind you. Which, according to the company, are supposed to unfold individually on the skin of the wearer. And thus also individually create a fragrance that reflects the Scandinavian attitude to life.
Sounds very promising.
And indeed, the fragrance developed quite interestingly on the paper strip, if I remember the first encounter correctly. Which led me to make this really disastrous swap.
Now I thought I would finally test the fragrance I had swapped a long time ago on my skin. And what can I say: it was an imposition.
Diffuse synthetics jumped out at me directly from my wrist and clawed their way to my nostrils. Even the surprised - and I have to say, not in a positive way - flinch shook off the molecular claw. It had already taken hold, leaving me with the feeling that I had been pierced with a molecular septum that I would not be able to remove any time soon.
My nasal septum, which I felt had been pierced, was now allowed or rather had to endure a developing cucumber musty water, naturally still in a molecular synthetic structure, even though cucumber is not listed in any way. And yet, the plastic cucumber hung on my nose.
I can't say whether this impression is due to the fact that Pavlov has matured his fragrance in wooden barrels beforehand and also added a few shavings of eagle wood to the liquid. But I would like to think that, if this is the case, the result is not the one that should be achieved.
With the best will in the world, the rose cannot disguise itself in such a way that it could pass for a cucumber, not even in its molecular-synthetic guise. The rose seemed to me to have lost its way with these cacophonous scents, and let's be honest, who would I blame or even resent it for that?
As the fragrance progressed, it was quickly joined by a diffuse, synthetic earthy note that I had already experienced at the opening - aha, the patchouli. Also musty, but not the familiar natural cellar mustiness, which I have to admit I don't like, but its apparently molecular sister, which made it even worse. Cucumber patchouli molecular mustiness. My goodness!
The claws of this molecular monster dug relentlessly into the walls of my nose, clinging to my nasal hairs in such a twisted way that it brought tears to my eyes. And yet this smelly thing is a hulk, loud, coarse, roaring. If my nose had ears (funny idea), it would be close to deaf by now. If, yes, I hadn't washed the scent off in toto at some point in utter desperation and fear of anosmia resulting from the olfactory assault due to a strike of my noses, because it has a potency and stamina like a screaming toddler in front of the candy shelf.
If this fragrance, like all of the brand's fragrances, actually develops as individually on the skin to be scented as promised by Zarko Ahlmann Pavlov, ... yes, in that case my skin is probably completely incompatible with this creation.
For those who are interested:
My nasal hair is growing back, the nasal septum has been straightened and anosmia has not occurred as a result (thanks to the fragrance heaven!). And thanks also to you for reading along and perhaps even suffering or at least feeling with me.
For those who are not interested:
Why have you read this far ;-)
And as a quick side note:
Always test on the skin and not just on the paper test strip. This can have nasty consequences. I have heard ...
Sounds very promising.
And indeed, the fragrance developed quite interestingly on the paper strip, if I remember the first encounter correctly. Which led me to make this really disastrous swap.
Now I thought I would finally test the fragrance I had swapped a long time ago on my skin. And what can I say: it was an imposition.
Diffuse synthetics jumped out at me directly from my wrist and clawed their way to my nostrils. Even the surprised - and I have to say, not in a positive way - flinch shook off the molecular claw. It had already taken hold, leaving me with the feeling that I had been pierced with a molecular septum that I would not be able to remove any time soon.
My nasal septum, which I felt had been pierced, was now allowed or rather had to endure a developing cucumber musty water, naturally still in a molecular synthetic structure, even though cucumber is not listed in any way. And yet, the plastic cucumber hung on my nose.
I can't say whether this impression is due to the fact that Pavlov has matured his fragrance in wooden barrels beforehand and also added a few shavings of eagle wood to the liquid. But I would like to think that, if this is the case, the result is not the one that should be achieved.
With the best will in the world, the rose cannot disguise itself in such a way that it could pass for a cucumber, not even in its molecular-synthetic guise. The rose seemed to me to have lost its way with these cacophonous scents, and let's be honest, who would I blame or even resent it for that?
As the fragrance progressed, it was quickly joined by a diffuse, synthetic earthy note that I had already experienced at the opening - aha, the patchouli. Also musty, but not the familiar natural cellar mustiness, which I have to admit I don't like, but its apparently molecular sister, which made it even worse. Cucumber patchouli molecular mustiness. My goodness!
The claws of this molecular monster dug relentlessly into the walls of my nose, clinging to my nasal hairs in such a twisted way that it brought tears to my eyes. And yet this smelly thing is a hulk, loud, coarse, roaring. If my nose had ears (funny idea), it would be close to deaf by now. If, yes, I hadn't washed the scent off in toto at some point in utter desperation and fear of anosmia resulting from the olfactory assault due to a strike of my noses, because it has a potency and stamina like a screaming toddler in front of the candy shelf.
If this fragrance, like all of the brand's fragrances, actually develops as individually on the skin to be scented as promised by Zarko Ahlmann Pavlov, ... yes, in that case my skin is probably completely incompatible with this creation.
For those who are interested:
My nasal hair is growing back, the nasal septum has been straightened and anosmia has not occurred as a result (thanks to the fragrance heaven!). And thanks also to you for reading along and perhaps even suffering or at least feeling with me.
For those who are not interested:
Why have you read this far ;-)
And as a quick side note:
Always test on the skin and not just on the paper test strip. This can have nasty consequences. I have heard ...
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Just one spray ..
Just one spray ...
... and it trickles spicy resin-scented pine needles onto memory-soaked forest paths, very soft, very wistful.
Wood dust flickers golden in the sun's rays streaming through the dry, hazy coniferous forest, covering the faces of pine bark like a fine net, their melancholy shimmeringly concealed.
Balsamic-soaked breezes gently caress the mossy forest floor, cracking and creaking with every step into the dark green sea of needles
Contemplative tranquillity walks quietly hand in hand with the silently calling longing, supporting it pine-strong, while the dark warm spicy resin binds it forever.
Just a spray ...
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This fragrance is special. Such an authentic natural fragrance that I have rarely experienced.
This is certainly also due to the fact that Farfalla sources its fragrances from organic farmers and smaller producers and their products are usually labeled with the Natrue seal. The use of these raw materials ultimately also leads to the best-before dates of the fragrances, although they can be used for longer if stored properly. The company has set itself the task of meeting high ethical standards, which is why the fragrances, like this one, are also produced vegan in addition to all organic sources. An extremely appealing point for me.
Farfalla writes about the fragrance on its homepage:
"High up in the steep and rocky mountains of the Val d'Anniviers, the Swiss stone pines form the uppermost edge of the forest. At an altitude of 2000 m, they defy the harsh Valais Alpine climate with its strong winds and cold, snowy winters. In summer, however, the Swiss stone pines are surrounded by blue gentian and babbling mountain streams, and as soon as the sun warms up, their needles exude a wonderfully aromatic perfume."
(Source: https://www.farfalla.ch/de/p/46n-08e-schweiz-arve-natural-terroir-perfumes-p82799#tab-0)
And that sums it up.
And to the point.
It smells so much of fir wood, of balsamic resin, of coniferous wood dust fresh from sawing, that one spray catapults you straight into another world. A dark golden-green, balsamic, resinous-woody one.
This fragrance is tranquillity, melancholy, relaxation, melancholy, all at the same time, and a wonderfully successful forest fragrance.
For many, it may not be a perfume in the true sense of the word.
But a fragrance for days when you need to retreat, calmness, grounding.
It moved out in a completely misguided and ill-considered exchange, only to finally move back in. Although I have enough fragrances. Truly.
But it is special. So very much.
Just a spray ..
... and it trickles spicy resin-scented pine needles onto memory-soaked forest paths, very soft, very wistful.
Wood dust flickers golden in the sun's rays streaming through the dry, hazy coniferous forest, covering the faces of pine bark like a fine net, their melancholy shimmeringly concealed.
Balsamic-soaked breezes gently caress the mossy forest floor, cracking and creaking with every step into the dark green sea of needles
Contemplative tranquillity walks quietly hand in hand with the silently calling longing, supporting it pine-strong, while the dark warm spicy resin binds it forever.
Just a spray ...
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This fragrance is special. Such an authentic natural fragrance that I have rarely experienced.
This is certainly also due to the fact that Farfalla sources its fragrances from organic farmers and smaller producers and their products are usually labeled with the Natrue seal. The use of these raw materials ultimately also leads to the best-before dates of the fragrances, although they can be used for longer if stored properly. The company has set itself the task of meeting high ethical standards, which is why the fragrances, like this one, are also produced vegan in addition to all organic sources. An extremely appealing point for me.
Farfalla writes about the fragrance on its homepage:
"High up in the steep and rocky mountains of the Val d'Anniviers, the Swiss stone pines form the uppermost edge of the forest. At an altitude of 2000 m, they defy the harsh Valais Alpine climate with its strong winds and cold, snowy winters. In summer, however, the Swiss stone pines are surrounded by blue gentian and babbling mountain streams, and as soon as the sun warms up, their needles exude a wonderfully aromatic perfume."
(Source: https://www.farfalla.ch/de/p/46n-08e-schweiz-arve-natural-terroir-perfumes-p82799#tab-0)
And that sums it up.
And to the point.
It smells so much of fir wood, of balsamic resin, of coniferous wood dust fresh from sawing, that one spray catapults you straight into another world. A dark golden-green, balsamic, resinous-woody one.
This fragrance is tranquillity, melancholy, relaxation, melancholy, all at the same time, and a wonderfully successful forest fragrance.
For many, it may not be a perfume in the true sense of the word.
But a fragrance for days when you need to retreat, calmness, grounding.
It moved out in a completely misguided and ill-considered exchange, only to finally move back in. Although I have enough fragrances. Truly.
But it is special. So very much.
Just a spray ..
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The Fragrance Knife
The Ur-4711 Echt Kölnisch Wasser is one of my very personal nightmare scents, which penetrates my head like a scalpel, gives me a rapid headache and then I can't get it out of my nose. A really unpleasant fragrance for me.
Correspondingly suspicious, I watched the rehearsal from the Remix Cologne series. And only tested very carefully. You can never know which scent knife will shoot out of the scent pyramid next and maltreat my brain martially.
The first slight sniffing takes the fragrance of neroli, bitter orange and bergamot from the perfume. Not bad at all and without a knife. Fresh orange-citric, light and summery, not sweet, but a little bitter, which should be owed to the bitter orange. Another sniff seems to be allowed. Still for the sunny citrus fruits of the south. He could actually be a real summer cooler. It's time for a deeper smell now.
And there it is, the scent knife, shoots out between the oranges, bergamot and lemons as quick as an arrow and cuts them sharp as a razor, in order to find its way back over my nose, piercing and drilling into my brain. The original Cologne water is hidden under all the fruits as if waiting at the bottom of a full orange and lemon box to come out after the first fragrance unfold. Not dominantly superficially playing, but somewhat sneakily lurking, but my head does not let itself be deceived and reacts promptly with the well-known headache.
No, the Remix Cologne series and I will not become friends, because the scent knife strikes again
Correspondingly suspicious, I watched the rehearsal from the Remix Cologne series. And only tested very carefully. You can never know which scent knife will shoot out of the scent pyramid next and maltreat my brain martially.
The first slight sniffing takes the fragrance of neroli, bitter orange and bergamot from the perfume. Not bad at all and without a knife. Fresh orange-citric, light and summery, not sweet, but a little bitter, which should be owed to the bitter orange. Another sniff seems to be allowed. Still for the sunny citrus fruits of the south. He could actually be a real summer cooler. It's time for a deeper smell now.
And there it is, the scent knife, shoots out between the oranges, bergamot and lemons as quick as an arrow and cuts them sharp as a razor, in order to find its way back over my nose, piercing and drilling into my brain. The original Cologne water is hidden under all the fruits as if waiting at the bottom of a full orange and lemon box to come out after the first fragrance unfold. Not dominantly superficially playing, but somewhat sneakily lurking, but my head does not let itself be deceived and reacts promptly with the well-known headache.
No, the Remix Cologne series and I will not become friends, because the scent knife strikes again
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Tea hour in white robe
A space in puristic purity, people kneeling on tatami mats, in plain white
Clothing wrapped, freshly brewed tea is carefully filled into fine porcelain bowls. Fine steam whirls rise above the bowls and spread the smell of white tea, which gently finds its way into the noses of the tea ceremony guests, where it is united with the scent of the white iris of the bouquet of flowers in a corner of the room
That's the feeling White Tea by Elizabeth Arden creates in me. Pure and puristic like white tea in a Japanese tea ceremony, fresh from the Italian mandarin, which brings a slightly citric note to the fragrance, but not acidic, but sunny-warm, supported by the Ambretta seeds, which give the whole a depth. The white iris only makes its way through the fragrance pyramid after some time and rounds off this extraordinarily simple yet multi-layered perfume in harmony with a delicate wood note in a hint of powdery warmth. Just as white is the epitome of simplicity and yet has so many facets to offer (ivory white, off-white, eggshell white...).
And so I like to sit down for the tea ceremony in a white robe, even if the scent is so delicate that it has to be sprayed several times, but it is also worth it with any sprayer
Clothing wrapped, freshly brewed tea is carefully filled into fine porcelain bowls. Fine steam whirls rise above the bowls and spread the smell of white tea, which gently finds its way into the noses of the tea ceremony guests, where it is united with the scent of the white iris of the bouquet of flowers in a corner of the room
That's the feeling White Tea by Elizabeth Arden creates in me. Pure and puristic like white tea in a Japanese tea ceremony, fresh from the Italian mandarin, which brings a slightly citric note to the fragrance, but not acidic, but sunny-warm, supported by the Ambretta seeds, which give the whole a depth. The white iris only makes its way through the fragrance pyramid after some time and rounds off this extraordinarily simple yet multi-layered perfume in harmony with a delicate wood note in a hint of powdery warmth. Just as white is the epitome of simplicity and yet has so many facets to offer (ivory white, off-white, eggshell white...).
And so I like to sit down for the tea ceremony in a white robe, even if the scent is so delicate that it has to be sprayed several times, but it is also worth it with any sprayer
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