Käfermaria

Actually, I have largely moved away from blind purchases. And I actually know that such things can go wrong. But I can often trust my assessment regarding fragrance note compositions after careful consideration.
And so it happened that I could not resist this particular combo. Clean can hardly ever be wrong. At least for me.

And when that affordably priced little flacon arrived, the shock at the sight of its colorful, shiny kitsch was initially great! Wow - very… squeaky.

Cautiously, with a thought like “I hope this goes well…” I dare the first test. Cotton-soft relief!

This is probably the gentlest combination of soap and cream I have ever had under my nose. This is how I want to smell “out of the shower”!
This soap here does not sting but envelops me like a fluffy, fresh towel.
This body cream is not overly rich but leaves a fine, well-groomed, almost silky veil.
The fluffy clean dream is rounded off by a pleasant, understated freshness. Underneath, a very delicate hint of sweetness resonates. Just right for me. Lovely musk.

A scent that does not barge in or annoy but is a decent, tame, and unexcited companion for every day. For clean bears and snugglers.

I just had to pick up the nylon thing again. Kajsa's statement compelled me to order a sample of this gem. It sounded too tempting and very much like "skin scent." What can I say? The first spray and sparks flew for me. Truly a delicate, invisible touch. Subtly erotic! A silky citrus start, wrapped in aldehydes. Wrapped, so to speak. I often find aldehydes to be waxy, almost greasy. But now and then, there are candidates that weave this note in such a wonderfully "skin-like" way. Invisible Touch is one of those. I would describe it as a delicate variant of Tom Ford's "Musk Pure." As it develops, the gentle, skin-colored cocoon remains, and fine, sweet ylang-ylang takes over. The other flowers seem to be only quiet companions. The synthetic notes blend harmoniously into this symphony that stays so close to the skin. By the way, I don’t smell laptops :-D Patchouli is only subtly perceptible in the dry down for my nose. Somehow, it makes me think of my beloved "Invisible Musk" (JhaG). Sorbettolide seems to provide the final musky touch. I am absolutely thrilled by this fine touch. And yes, for me, it is a scent like delicate pink skin in white nylon!

On to the next blind test letter initiated by dear Kima! A heartfelt thank you for that!
Number 5 has captivated me. Let’s see who is behind it…

The first whiff of fragrance envelops me like a shallow green veil with delicate yellow-orange specks. Fine, zesty, and fresh - like a light summer lemonade.
I immediately think of my beloved Mandarino di Sicilia (Perris Monte Carlo). Only number 5 is a bit more reserved, and the fruits are a touch riper.
A walk in the mandarin grove - the sun is shining, the sky is cloudlessly blue.
Juicy, sparkling citrus fruits everywhere. Perhaps even bergamots?

The green aura slowly fades. It remains wonderfully fresh.
A hint of tea.
A hint of grapefruit?
A hint of orange blossom?
A hint of lemon?
I now miss the mandarins! The scent quickly loses its strength.
Out of the mandarin grove. Standing in the sun and enjoying the warmth.

Is there a hint of vetiver? I faintly sense the delicate green veil again, but now without the delicate specks. Then it makes its way off.

Dear First has now brought me to my first blind test in the form of a traveling letter. I just received the reveal and I had to grin. Is Musk Pure actually the scent she has chosen for me!
With my vague guess, I must have been wrong :-D But read for yourself!

One spray and it feels like sunshine is shining on my face. Everything is bathed in white-yellow light. Sparkling warmth. Crackling aldehydes dance with lemons. This is made for radiant women. I see them before me - with a citrus smile and softly powdered cheeks.
For a brief moment, I think of citrus cleaner. But who can blame the radiant woman for having a subtle cleaning note at this moment?
Soon I am sure that I am dealing with the sunny side of a Chanel No. 5... Only this No. 5 has been given a lemon face!

A gentle soapy undertone makes itself known and allows the radiant woman to blink elegantly in the sun. A refreshing citrus blink!

The lemon is reluctant to leave its sunny post at the radiant woman, who is now slowly pulling the crown of aldehydes from her hair and hanging it over her shoulder like a handbag.
But still: it remains yellow and somewhat juicy!

Sweet flowers linger on the journey at the hem of the radiant woman and quietly cover the lemon with powder... So it takes a seat for a while. The flowers need time, as they are being observed by citrus fruits and accompanied by the aldehydic veil.
The observers and companions allow no sugary blooms, as they want to refresh elegantly!

Done! Before the sun leaves only warm shadows behind, the radiant woman sits on a wooden bench, relaxes her head back, and enjoys.
The evening breeze brings a subtle green-woody musk breeze with it and gets lost in her smile.

...I thought to myself in the first minutes of the first L‘Attesa test a few weeks ago. It somehow matched the layer of dust on the furniture in the living room and was my association - a delicate gray dust layer on a white, modern receiver (the latter I obviously do not own). But that's how I perceived L‘Attesa at the start: dust-dry, white, delicately gray-dotted.
I liked it, but it didn't become a desired candidate.

So, then there was that urge to trade within me again. That ultimately brought the bottle to my home. (In this sense, once again, a heartfelt thank you to you, wonderful trading partner! :-)

Now I'm sitting here again. The white, delicately gray-dotted receiver is already on standby. The plug still needs to be pulled. I'm puzzling the whole time about where this wonderful freshness comes from that keeps wafting around me. I smell the fresh laundry. No luck. At some point, I remember my wrist, which I now thoughtfully hold under my nose............ YES!!! That's where the fresh breeze comes from! Someone has blown the dust away! Not wiped! Brought in fresh air.
Gradually, the "start carrot" (the gray dots) becomes softer, no longer tickling so much in the nose.
I keep thinking of something or someone freshly washed. Like freshly hatched. No shower gel freshness - no!

L‘Attesa is the embodiment of the clean woman in a gray-speckled iris coat for a well-groomed, clear appearance!
And she - L‘Attesa (Italian for, among other things, The Expectation) - now expects that the iris spot (the Heeley iris) in my little display case will be cleared for her...
Already done.