JamesBlond

"Once a "cocaine sailor | Rammstein" spoke, his name Rammstein, a smell like the sea must come, but not like Megamare, God forbid.
It was probably the smell of the sea that drove life from the sea to the land and so they still flee today, from Megamare, all these years."

Unfortunately, there is not much to say other than that even in this artistic masterpiece, the freedom to smell like a swimming pool is left to the individual, obviously with an everlasting penetrance, completely inappropriate for the actual purpose of a perfume. It smells very artificially of chlorine and other aquatic impacts, but in the end the base brings out nothing to look forward to and this is where Rammstein comes into play. It's not a crowdpleaser either, but it's more of a perfume than a work of art.
I advise everyone to test it first and I advise everyone to test it anyway.
For your own horizons, for art and shared suffering, which, as we all know, halves like life before it can land

...about where I can put my salary aside in the near future so that I can afford this summer board. Eat even less useless stuff? ...or better the gluttonous cats? (So not eating the cats, but the spoiled greedy gobblers on a diet....you know)
Just eat the little food cold? ...or unrefrigerated? Run the coffee filter through twice or simply enjoy your summer vacation in Brandenburg instead of taking the new Xerjoff to the best beaches by plane? Aaaaaaaaaaarhfggjdjdjej :(
I've been speechless for a long time. In winter, the sweet sausages line up in the collection or wish list, no plan what to wear first, but such a really good summer cracker that neither shines aquatically swimming pool-like in front of you nor has to give way to the actual antiperspirant because it still has more wumms? And then, BAM! Xerjoff in your face and your wallet too :(
So, now to the actual fragrance.
At first, I actually had the feeling that Virgin Island Water and "Naxos | XerJoff" were simply bungled together here. Thankfully, the lavender note is missing here and you get used to the slight peppery notes quite quickly. Above all, however, it smells wonderfully fresh and floral (almost citrusy), with a rather light "un-nutty" coconut and a subtle sweetness that reminds us of the virgin island.
I can't confirm that the sometimes ominous tuberose is overpowering and it's probably the dose that makes the poison. I also find it clearly unisex, which is probably not least due to the pepper, which keeps the florality in check, if that should play a role for one or the other. The necessary body temperature definitely does the performance some good here and so the little water here is already diligently radiating its 3 hours from the fragrance strip on the table over to me on the couch. Unfortunately, as I quickly become scent-blind, this is the only sensible way to judge it, sadly
I'm definitely going to do some more math now to see how I can fly on vacation with "Casamorati - Quattro Pizzi | XerJoff"!
Ciao with Ö

Pay homage to the real hero! Not the pretty boy in the castle. The black knight doesn't need a crown (not even on the bottle) to show the mob who rules the streets. He gets his hands dirty, takes care of the equipment himself, has calluses on his hands, sleeps on the straw, if necessary next to his horse, including all belongings in the saddlebags.
It started with Him and only He remains.
I've taken almost 2 weeks now with the Bianchi Discovery set. Like not many other houses (my horizon here only gives Zoologist and the Replicas) know how to name the scent, stir up expectations and then link them in your synapses to the "story" from your imagination or past. Of myself, I would claim to agree with the scenery only because I learned the name before the scent. Blindly, this link would never have come about. Sure, there have been flops, but no one goes into it thinking, this is going to be my new date scent. There is a fantasy being sold and it looks different on everyone.
But what works is the direction it puts you in. You don't walk into a bookstore, see a hardcover with a castle and people in tunics, open it up, read the first few pages, and think of a space station just because he didn't look at the back cover beforehand, when the novel wants to have taken place. Names like "sticky fingers", "sex and the sea" or "under my skin" do something to you and your attitude. If you smelled just a whiff of IsoE or Ambroxan, you'd be close to nausea and the brand would be down, right?
I do a reverent curtsy, to the work and daily journey through my imagination. The illusion has worked sometimes more and sometimes less, but I've never been disappointed. Just not ready or up to what was being concocted. To the line, however, the series has remained true to itself and artificial or out of place, there is nothing here.
But now to my personal "winner" of the games at the court.
The black knight was put to my heart due to my love of leathery, smoky scents and it was indeed love at first smell. The illusion of the knight, his saddle, down to earth, nature, campfire, freedom and respect, was met and exceeded. Leather, smoke, and spices fight for my attention. Even though beeswax is supposed to be in it, it doesn't make the scent a candle, it makes the leather shine smooth in my imagination. I miss the iris butter in the composition, not at all!
Patchouli I really don't notice until very late, and by that I mean 2 days later on my hoodie that I wear around the house when I'm cold and want to be comfortable. That's it for my spectrum and that's all it took to catch me.

Unlike the lovers Tale, I can't picture the black knight on any woman and develop romantic feelings. It's tart, masculine and not for children, but manages to build trust. While a hug means no air for the other person, you are safe. He may be for the adolescent squires of this era, which every chest hair is a thorn in the eye, not quite contemporary to be, but who wants to be a knight is not for hours in front of the mirror.
Durability and sillage are like most from the series, impressive on the skin, on the clothes....ionizing. Since cotton atoms are destroyed and the molecules connect with every fiber, the price does not matter anymore. An Ipuro fragrance stands in the office, the hoodie on the armchair, the black knight controls the room and the air in it.
Can everyone a test warmly recommend and for the open and curious maiden, the Lovers Tale to it. (Only please do not wear at the same time)

Sorry for the long love letter!

The reputation of dirty scents has long gone the selection of Bianchi and between disgust and curiosity move the nose on a journey full of love, disappointments and aha moments, once they get to know preferably several of the fragrances.
Through an incredibly selfless dear colleague and passionate comrade I came into the pleasure of a Discovery Set's. Each of its 11 Pröbchen wants to be protected with care from all environmental influences of me and as timidly as I press the atomizer, probably every demolition expert feels at the bomb disposal squad when he removes the detonator. Under my Skin was at the top of my watch list of all the Bianchis I haven't tested before.
I ask myself more with each sample, is the brand an alternative to Zoologist? Are here people who are sweaty and excited their passions, pickled in linen and extracted in tanks your body odor (resourceful lovers of the film "the Paefum" will remember) or is it just coincidence that my brain links the Wässerchen on the basis of their names with things that do people just so behind closed doors.
Under my Skin is here the prime example. It smells for me slightly floral, somewhat sweaty and salty. Sillage is for this fragrance concentration really mau, but is it perhaps so intentional? Why don't you come closer? After animal enclosure he smells in any case not, neither animal nor furry, but with dirty I go with. Passionate! This is not for bloomers*lovers or friends of the "my sheet still smells like her peach rose scent with musk and a slight powderiness". Under my Skin is the butt afterwards, still in bed... and no one's hurry to put on something, would be sweaty through again anyway immediately.
Fragrance notes, I can not make out as with almost all Bianchis for me, he remains linear and soft, without wanting to please the masses.
For me, it represents an opportunity for intimate moments and intimate togetherness, but before the clothes-free time already smell like afterwards is already difficult and so my trip under the skin remains only another Aha moment... and to the black Knight comes eh no one more past^^

Edit: Must also say that at the end (which came here from all FB the fastest) a delicately ambriertes, spicy sweet leather skin close is left behind. If the fragrance was first too feminine for me, it almost seems as if man had left his mark. The perfect illusion thanks to the wonderful naming in conjunction with an extraordinary perfume (for this point upgrade subsequently).
...and why sniffs my cat incessantly at the place where I have applied Him?

...there's a little bouquet of flowers on the table and a pot of his favorite honey.

Why the fragrance bears the name Tyger is a mystery to me. It has nothing animalic about it per se and the oud lovers among you would only be disappointed, because if there is oud in it, it goes down mercilessly.
Fortunately for me and many others who care, floral is really only the top note here. Since nothing comes sweet or delicate therefore, Bianchi-mäßig gibts here times ne robust field flower on the nose and that is as quickly gone again as the interest of the servant in fresh cut flowers, thank you!
After said top note joins the from the first splash exciting, dark honey note in the foreground. To my surprise, you do not project as strongly as other honey-dominated fragrances, but that is probably due to the second "power" in this Wässer'chen. The leather.
Not medicinal or pungent shoe-leather-y, freshly tanned or smoky, more like a smooth-sitting Chesterfield couch in a men's salon where the smoking ban is scrupulously observed.
Both ingredients harmonize so perfectly with each other that it comes at no time to a penetrance the individual noses should not taste. Deep dark honey with a hint of "hardness" mix after a few hours to a creamy sweet almond milk on the skin and while on the test strip everything is good, I find that the Tyger² skin close smells something like ylang ylang. Briefly air the office, no was but the honey.
About the performance I can not say anything myself, because me honey scents always very quickly glue the taste buds, but if Frau'chen not grumble (She hates honey scents) will not get the Tyger² the Bianchi crown.
For my nose I would level it as leathery-sweet, for gourmand or floral it's way too gloomy and self-conscious for me.
The wheel is not reinvented here, but those who are otherwise deterred by the honey note, I would still recommend a test.