Käfermaria

I just had to pick up the nylon thing again. Kajsas statement has namely compelled me to order a sample of this pearl. That sounded all too tempting and quite like "skin fragrance".

What can I say? The first spray and with me the sparks flew. Truly a delicate, invisible touch. Subtly erotic!
Such a silky citrus start, wrapped in aldehydes. Wrapped in aldehydes, as it were. I often find aldehydes waxy, almost pomading. But every once in a while, there are candidates that weave in this scent in such a wonderfully "skinny" way. Invisible touch is one of those. I would describe him remotely as a delicate variant of Tom Ford's "Musk Pure".

As it progresses, the soft, skin-toned cocoon lingers and subtle, sweet ylang ylang takes over. The other flowers seem to me to be only quiet companions.
The synthetic notes fit harmoniously into this symphony, which always remains close to the skin.
Laptops, by the way, I do not smell :-D

Patchouli is only very subtly noticeable in the fade for my nose. Somehow I have to think a bit of my beloved "Invisible Musk" (JhaG). Sorbettolide seem to provide the final musky touch.

I, for one, am quite excited by this subtle touch. And yes, it is for me a fragrance like delicate pink skin in white nylon!

On to the next blind test hiking letter, which the dear Kima has brought to life! At this point many thanks for it!
The number 5 had grabbed me. Let's see who is behind it...

The first whiff blows me like a shallow green veil with delicate yellow-orange flecks. Fine tangy and fresh - like a light summer lemonade.
I have to immediately think of my beloved Mandarino di Sicilia (Perris Monte Carlo). Only the number 5 is a little more restrained and the fruit a tad riper.
A walk in the tangerine grove - the sun is shining, the sky is cloudless blue.
Juicy bubbly citrus everywhere. Maybe even bergamots?

The green aura is slowly fading. It remains wonderfully fresh.
A touch of tea.
A hint of grapefruit?
A touch of orange blossom?
A hint of lemon?
I miss the tangerines now! The scent is rapidly fading.
Out of the tangerine grove. Stand in the sun and enjoy the warmth.

Is there a bit of vetiver resonating? Very quietly I guess again the delicate green veil, but now without delicate flecks. Then he makes himself up and away.

Dear First has now brought me to my first blind test in the form of a walking letter. I just received the resolution and I had to grin. Is Musk Pure but actually the fragrance she has chosen for me!
With my vague tip I have then probably times wrong :-D But read for yourself!

A spray and it feels as if sunbeams shine in my face. Everything is bathed in white-yellowish light. Sizzling warmth. Crackling aldehydes dance with lemons. This one's made for glow-in-the-dark women. I see her in front of me - with a citrus smile and delicately powdered cheeks.
For a brief moment, I can't help but think of citrus cleanser. But who can blame the radiant woman at this moment the discreet cleaner note?
Promptly I am sure that I have to do with the sunny side of a chaneligen number 5.... Only this number 5 was given a lemon face!

A gentle soapy undertone makes its presence felt, allowing the radiant woman to blink into the sun with elegant ease. A refreshing citrus wink!

The lemon reluctantly leaves its sunny post at the radiant woman, who now also slowly pulls the aldehyde wreath out of her hair and hangs it around her shoulder like a handbag.
But still: it remains yellow and somewhat juicy!

Sweet blossoms linger on the bouquet woman's skirt as she continues her journey, quietly covering the lemon with powder.... So she takes a seat for a while. The flowers take time, being watched by citrus and accompanied by the aldehydic veil.
The observers and companions do not allow sugar flowers, they want to refresh elegantly!

Done! Before the sun leaves only warm shadows, the radiant woman sits down on a wooden bench, relaxes her head in the neck and enjoys.
The evening breeze brings with it a restrained green-woody musky breeze and loses itself in her smile.

...I thought to myself in the first few minutes of the first L'Attesa test a few weeks ago. It also somehow matched the layer of dust on the furniture in the living room and was my association - a pale grey layer of dust on a white, modern receiver (I don't own the latter of course). But that's how I felt L'Attesa in the beginning: dust-dry, white, soft grey dabbed.
I liked that, but it didn't make me a prime candidate

And then there was this exchange rage in me again. She finally brought the bottle into my house. (In this sense, once again many thanks to you, great exchange partner! :-)

Now I'm sitting here again. The white-pale grey dabbed receiver is already in standby. The plug still has to be pulled. I puzzle all the time, where does this great freshness come from, which blows me over and over again. Smell the fresh laundry. Nothing. At some point I remember my wrist, which I now carefully put under my nose. JAA!!! Therefore the fresh breeze blows! Somebody blew away the dust! Not wiped! Fresh breeze brought in.
Little by little the "starting mortar" (the grey spots) becomes softer, tickles not so much in the nose.
I can't stop thinking about something or someone freshly laundered. It's a real thing. No fresh shower gel - no!

L'Attesa is the fleshy clean woman in a grey speckled iris coat for a neat, clear appearance!
And she - L'Attesa (ital. et al. Die Erwartung) - now expects that the iris place (the Heeley-Iris) in my showcase will be cleared for her...
I already did.

...I am now. Why - by thunder - does this beautiful nose-flatterer come off so badly here at the start? The bottle is praised... Hmm, I find this one totally corny and yes, quite ugly... with the whole Schnulli on the cap :-)
When I discovered it among the new releases here, it was clear to me: I definitely had to test it! If it's possible immediately. (Of course that didn't go so fast then.)

So I, at this point in time anyway on the almond (milk) trip, lurked. Rhubarb and almond milk! It had to be something!
And it was. There is this wonderfully tart rhubarb note, which gradually gets more and more framed by the almond milk. I love this sourness, and that's what lasts almost until the fragrance fades away

(But how - to the almighty pink bottle - must narcissus smell? Never mind...!)

The almond milk arrives and begins to flood the acidity in a very soft and sweet way. It becomes softer and softer (thanks to Cashmeran). The wood blinks at me gradually (from the dummy cap)
Yeah, he "picked me up," as they say. Especially since the almond milk note reminds me discreetly of Kilian's "Rolling in love". And he also decorates my showcase

To address other opinions: I smell neither "Sì" nor cardboard sweetness, but a wonderfully soft, fluffy, delicately rhubarb-acidic feel-good fragrance for almost every occasion and season. The other day, Perfect accompanied me from the morning until the early evening and was therefore able to score with me in terms of durability.

So: Dummy cap and kitsch flacon or not - "Perfect" remains! :-)