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Hanging Gardens of Babylon or just Amalfi Coast after all?
No cell phone, no emails, no other people far and wide, no annoying tasks to do. It's a pleasant 25°C, a light breeze blows in my face. A small, round, tessellated table, an iced gin and tonic (with a sprig of rosemary, of course) and a fresh fig I picked myself punctuate the moment of perfection. I sit in a squiggly gazebo, letting my eyes wander over the lake glistening in the sun, occasionally sniffing the rose dangling from the gazebo roof right next to my nose. I stand up and slowly stroll through the avenue of old, gnarled pines toward the herb garden. I let my hand glide through the flowering lavender bush and take a leaf of fresh sage for the road. Escaping the daily grind, my head turned off, I enjoy the never-ending moment of peace...
Again, due to my still inexperienced nose, I have to rely largely on the reader's imagination for my second review. (Whereas I probably couldn't smell out a Florentine iris in 20 years :)
Nevertheless, I can claim that JV Artisan Blu is exactly what the fragrance pyramid says it is, but find that instead of the description fresh-aquatic, blue-green-herbaceous would be significantly more accurate.
Basil, lavender and later woody notes (probably pine and cedar) can be picked out quite well.
The bottle is out of this world visually. (And I have to admit, it did its part in the blind purchase - thank goodness). When you hold it up to the light, you can see through between the blue ropes, but it roughly feels like you're looking through slightly tarnished glasses while snorkeling. Comparable would also be an aquarium pane, which could use a basic cleaning again.
The cap is heavy, it could almost be made of stone. Only the sprayer is a little "flat" come, which is why you have to press almost 2-3 times for the amount of a normal spray.
H (with me about 4 hours) and S are unfortunately the weak points of this otherwise so excellent fragrance, which of course could also be due to the fact that it is definitely suitable for warmer days, where the shelf life compared to "winter fragrances" anyway usually rather low.
Conclusion: The 125ml there are mostly so zw. 30 and 35 €, since do a few more sprayers in any case not hurt. Since you can not always be in areas like the Gulf of Salerno on the road, it also does the domestic city park with stream ... Especially in the spring, when everything starts to become green.
For someone who would call himself rather "summer" than "winter man" has JV Artisan Blu definitely potential for love at first breath.
Again, due to my still inexperienced nose, I have to rely largely on the reader's imagination for my second review. (Whereas I probably couldn't smell out a Florentine iris in 20 years :)
Nevertheless, I can claim that JV Artisan Blu is exactly what the fragrance pyramid says it is, but find that instead of the description fresh-aquatic, blue-green-herbaceous would be significantly more accurate.
Basil, lavender and later woody notes (probably pine and cedar) can be picked out quite well.
The bottle is out of this world visually. (And I have to admit, it did its part in the blind purchase - thank goodness). When you hold it up to the light, you can see through between the blue ropes, but it roughly feels like you're looking through slightly tarnished glasses while snorkeling. Comparable would also be an aquarium pane, which could use a basic cleaning again.
The cap is heavy, it could almost be made of stone. Only the sprayer is a little "flat" come, which is why you have to press almost 2-3 times for the amount of a normal spray.
H (with me about 4 hours) and S are unfortunately the weak points of this otherwise so excellent fragrance, which of course could also be due to the fact that it is definitely suitable for warmer days, where the shelf life compared to "winter fragrances" anyway usually rather low.
Conclusion: The 125ml there are mostly so zw. 30 and 35 €, since do a few more sprayers in any case not hurt. Since you can not always be in areas like the Gulf of Salerno on the road, it also does the domestic city park with stream ... Especially in the spring, when everything starts to become green.
For someone who would call himself rather "summer" than "winter man" has JV Artisan Blu definitely potential for love at first breath.
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A journey to the centre of childhood
It's the year 2000, a not-too-cold, snowless January morning. My world is completely in order and I look forward to the day ahead of me. With my just 6 experienced Lenzen I move far away from any problems of this world.
My father has already packed the lunch bag and loaded all the tools onto the trailer.
It's not a bit hard for me to get out of bed. It takes me exactly 3 minutes to do my morning routine.
Let's go!
The ride from the outskirts of town to my destination takes less than half an hour.
The road gets bumpier and in no time we're in the middle of a forest, which briefly feels like we've arrived in a faraway fairy tale world.
No time to think, because I see Grandpa, Uncle and my two cousins are already there too.
(What a feeling, because I haven't seen them in ages)
The adults have a quick exchange about the day's activities and a short time later the first tree falls. Incredibly, what a sheer force so a piece of wood can have...
The long-awaited moment is getting closer and closer. My father takes me briefly to him, swears me in and gives me the last little briefing for what feels like the hundredth time.
But by now I have neither eyes nor ears for it. Now the time has finally come.
I hold a small axe in my hands for the first time in my life.
Meanwhile, it has begun to rain lightly.
Everything around me blurs and I feel like a professional.
Determined, I trudge towards the felled tree and begin to limb it...
As some have written before me, sooner or later every perfumo encounters Encre Noir and either hates it or loves it.
Also with me it is a blind purchase, which I do not regret. Especially not at a price of 25€/100ml.
To smell out and describe the fragrance notes of this perfume exactly, I simply lack the experience, although I can say that the fragrance smells exactly like the childhood memory that I tried to describe above:
Fresh, sawed-off wood with a hint of rain. The moisture seeping through the treetops gathers on the first ferns sprouting from the ground all around. A light smoky note joins in as the damp spruce branches are burned in a large pile and a dense column of white smoke drifts up through the treetops.
H/S are more than sufficient (easily 6-7 hours perceptible), especially since it is one of those perfumes that I actually wear 100% for my own pleasure and not to dust off compliments. (Honestly, I have so far also hardly get any for EN)
The bottle is heavy and bulky, but by its simplicity including the cap of wood, at the same time elegant. (100ml variant)
Conclusion: I am heavily enthusiastic. The fragrance has everything to describe him definitely not as a mainstream fragrance. And that is mMn exactly what makes this fragrance. Of course, as always, everyone should make up their own mind, because tastes are known to differ. EN lets me, whenever I want, wallow in one of my fondest childhood memories and I can say with very high probability that this bottle in the course of my life will certainly not be the last of its kind.
My father has already packed the lunch bag and loaded all the tools onto the trailer.
It's not a bit hard for me to get out of bed. It takes me exactly 3 minutes to do my morning routine.
Let's go!
The ride from the outskirts of town to my destination takes less than half an hour.
The road gets bumpier and in no time we're in the middle of a forest, which briefly feels like we've arrived in a faraway fairy tale world.
No time to think, because I see Grandpa, Uncle and my two cousins are already there too.
(What a feeling, because I haven't seen them in ages)
The adults have a quick exchange about the day's activities and a short time later the first tree falls. Incredibly, what a sheer force so a piece of wood can have...
The long-awaited moment is getting closer and closer. My father takes me briefly to him, swears me in and gives me the last little briefing for what feels like the hundredth time.
But by now I have neither eyes nor ears for it. Now the time has finally come.
I hold a small axe in my hands for the first time in my life.
Meanwhile, it has begun to rain lightly.
Everything around me blurs and I feel like a professional.
Determined, I trudge towards the felled tree and begin to limb it...
As some have written before me, sooner or later every perfumo encounters Encre Noir and either hates it or loves it.
Also with me it is a blind purchase, which I do not regret. Especially not at a price of 25€/100ml.
To smell out and describe the fragrance notes of this perfume exactly, I simply lack the experience, although I can say that the fragrance smells exactly like the childhood memory that I tried to describe above:
Fresh, sawed-off wood with a hint of rain. The moisture seeping through the treetops gathers on the first ferns sprouting from the ground all around. A light smoky note joins in as the damp spruce branches are burned in a large pile and a dense column of white smoke drifts up through the treetops.
H/S are more than sufficient (easily 6-7 hours perceptible), especially since it is one of those perfumes that I actually wear 100% for my own pleasure and not to dust off compliments. (Honestly, I have so far also hardly get any for EN)
The bottle is heavy and bulky, but by its simplicity including the cap of wood, at the same time elegant. (100ml variant)
Conclusion: I am heavily enthusiastic. The fragrance has everything to describe him definitely not as a mainstream fragrance. And that is mMn exactly what makes this fragrance. Of course, as always, everyone should make up their own mind, because tastes are known to differ. EN lets me, whenever I want, wallow in one of my fondest childhood memories and I can say with very high probability that this bottle in the course of my life will certainly not be the last of its kind.
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