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Celadon ceramics, a European term for Chinese porcelain stoneware, produced from the 3rd century until the late Middle Ages, whose greenish or bluish-gray glaze was usually interspersed with fine cracks. Earlier works were rather translucent, while newer ones are opaque and the color also reminiscent of jade. Derived from, and naming the term *green celadon color was: *Céladon, the always green-clad, shy young man and hero from Honoré d'Urfé's pastoral novel Astrée, in which the main part tells of the love of the shepherd Céladon for the shepherdess Astrée.
Celadon, gray-green-gray-blue, also appearing a bit cool, ethereal bitter floral scent of irises shimmers through the aldehyde of the top note, which presents itself as both delicately soapy and waxy, milky, and somewhat airy. It is characterized by a quickly fading script, and just as the glaze of a ceramic allows the vessel to shine through, it is presented to you in a shadowy manner before it withdraws. A waxy layer of jasmine, a layer of unsweetened elegance envelops and dominates the fragile bitterness of the iris blossom. In this phase of transition, I cannot decide whether I have more wax or leather, soft washed leather in my nose. It is overall a leathery, waxy floral, citrus-fruity impression, polished & Cashmeran coated. Almost abruptly, rather wide-legged, sharp-minty patchouli steps into the beginning heart note. Resin, it becomes resinous like myrrh & elemi, with a hint of chamomile (band-aid). And someone sprinkles cardamom pods into the scent. Spiciness peels itself from the bitterness of the iris blossom, giving the fragrance an oriental twist, warm-spicy, like the crust of baked bread lying in a cool chamber. The ginger-like citrus sharpness of the cardamom stands clearly beside the mint sharpness of the patchouli, which develops warmly like hay, accompanying the scent until the end. With the departure of the iris blossom, its floral, hand-like bitterness fades, leaving behind the ginger and cardamom. The unsweetened, matte dry scent of the iris root pushes in, digs in like crackle now from all sides, spreading out with and within it: the unsweetened, matte dry scent of the iris root. A delicate-synthetic (I have been unable to shake the impression of a good portion of Iso E Super for some time now) and a rough-oriental side seem to merge. Now resins, spices, the citrus-fruity jasmine note, and a multifaceted iris root begin to mix. It becomes increasingly softer, cozier in scent. Heliotropin powdery sweetness spreads out, now and then pale scented violets wave from the rhizome, then again the root appears richly dipped in white cocoa butter. Delicately, I perceive cinnamon & clove, there might also be a trace of anisaldehyde paired with iris (Jonone, Irone?). As it moves into the base, the cozy whipped cream note intensifies, the scent becomes skin-like, sensual, musky Ambrettolide cozy, also very smooth, with a woody, nutty twist. Cashmeran and tamed patchouli ground the scent. After five hours, a soft smooth, spicy whisper remains, and that’s it.
How the scent performs on men's skin, hmm, that would have to be tried. I find the scent, despite considerable earthy spiciness, rather feminine. I have two fragrances in my nose that it reminds me of. On the one hand, it is (in the heart) -> Cuir de R'Eve and on the other hand, from the heart and then really for me a twin -> 1826- Eugénie de Montijo.
Iris Celadon appears more subtle, perhaps simply different synthetically;) (no Ambroxan, as my nasal trigeminal olfactory system would respond with migraines) and with a less pronounced Armani note;D or rather, it shows itself + pulls back just in time so that it doesn’t really bother me.
The fragrance is in any case, almost a bit different.
The color scheme in Armani's Spring-Summer collection;)
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Most cruelties take place when you stand more or less
naked, exposed...

I want to take you out so you know that you mean something to me,
but it is so cold and I don’t know where to go.

...Neroli Water Absolue, ethereal-cool, fruity rose.
A lukewarm bath, reaching for a bar of soap, alone, defenseless, powerless...

I brought you flowers, with a pretty ribbon,
but they won’t bloom as beautifully as last spring.

...pale lilac foam, cloudy musk bubbles bursting on cool,
slowly warming skin...

I want to kiss you so you feel good.
I’m just too tired to share my nights with you.

...Ylang Ylang - delicately sweet, blossom roughly opened, white buds
wanting to close up again, shy...

I want to cry and I want to love,
but all my tears are used up.

...aldehydic appearing entrance, hidden vulnerability, a touch
of silky lingerie sliding through still damp hands...bitter...

but all my tears are used up.
For another love,
another love.

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A Chanel-like, chamois-pink Guerlain, with a hint of self-loving,
determined willingness to suffer.

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Lyrics: Tom Odell, adapted:D

( a beautiful pale lilac peony. )
Lilac Love's top note is a bit of an acquired taste. It really opens up after a few seconds. Not
right at the spray, it seems to start off gently, so be careful not to press your nose to your wrist in full joy. The start is slightly unappealing, it spreads a bit, the spring. An unexpectedly strong alcohol note greets, it carries a lot of cocoa powder with it,
smells briefly like a mix of cocoa liqueur & Baileys, with a grainy (I like to call it sourdough) note reminiscent of wheat, like I know it from Guerlain's GC. At the same time, someone holds a huge bouquet of freshly cut tulips under my nose, really nice and fresh & cool, watery - greenish & milky. Sprayed on a silk cloth, the fragrance has no alcoholic note at all. Right away, the cocoa powder comes with a slightly peachy note.
Lilac is anyway an illusion, but lilac aldehyde, along with anisaldehyde must be inside, somehow lilac, the purple (or white) idea has to get into the bottle. Although I get a lot of notes presented, I can't catch any lilac, I can't imagine one. Heliotropin with its green powdery note (also reminiscent of plastic almond, here only plastic, without green almond) jumps at me. Linden blossom-like sweetness, along with lilies I believe to locate, gardenia like jasmine anyway. Above all, however, peonies, whole bushes of them want to intoxicate me. From this, a very indolic bouquet binds itself for a short fragrance span, which demands a lot of love for base scents, because it’s a bit intense. But that doesn’t last particularly long, it tames itself well. Green, it remains watery. Pale green would also have been an idea for the bottle.
I smell iris (orris root) slightly buttery, meaning, there’s also a violet living in the fragrance, very real, almost unsweet, like the little mountain dog violets by the roadside.
Lilac Love smells of a lot, also of spring, but certainly not of lilac :)
What Scheeheratze writes below me is true: ''Lilac Path'' suggests lilac much better, also ''Sweet Morphine'' which for me almost smells like Yves Rocher's ''Pur Désir de Lilas''. -> Pyramid says: almond & lilac, meaning heliotropin along with anisaldehyde. That then smells lilac-like, mimosa-like, and like plastic almond :) and it’s just too much of everything for me.
''Sweet Morphine'' I personally find significantly sweeter than ''Lilac Love''. ''La Tulipe'' also smells nice of lilac, at home on the very watery-green side, with a lot of lily of the valley (lilial) in it, but also has this synthetic
mix of helional watery notes, anisaldehyde, and heliotropin, so whatever one might want to smell, should also think they smell it, or indeed does smell it. “En Passant'' has similar notes, also very watery and in ''L'Eau d' Hiver'' it also smells of lilac, seriously!
Accompanied by a delicate-soapy (a bit old-fashioned) note,
like I know it from ''Dia'', the fragrance reveals its Amouage DNA.
Floral, greenish-watery, cocoa-buttery, heading towards the base
it picks up tonka, tussles a bit with cashmeran-musk base and *I don’t find it that sweet now. Honey-like peony sweetness, nutty, creamy & milky sandalwood, with green speckles. If I were to think of lilac at all with this fragrance, then it would be an idea of white lilac, which one must imagine wilting, but only when quickly pulling the back of the hand away from the nose, for me detectable, that only first somewhere in the heart note.
But I think that will become too exhausting in the long run, so I stick with
peony, gardenia, cocoa butter and the rest that I imagine ;) On the silk cloth, it remains delicate, powdery - green and leaves the tonka completely out.
In the end, a very enduring, spring-inspiring (actually wallflower is pale lilac, because that could fit;) even a bit cheerful, rather unexcited, elegant, cashmeran cream pot.
That a man will wear this fragrance, I don’t believe, it can be beautiful, but they probably don’t want to.
I can’t imagine it on young girls either, the base is too set.
This is the least sexy Amouage, but it does have something.
I would most likely see it on a Miss Marple :) but I believe she doesn’t wear fragrances.
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I have to add a small supplement regarding the Rutherford MM..
so: she could hardly resist her admirers..
it doesn’t always have to be ...you know what..
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Another supplement :) ..
4 days of continuous wear..
There is a phase in the fragrance, after about three-quarters of an hour, where it stresses (me) a lot, but it doesn’t last long.
I found patchouli (embedded in the soapy note and not sparingly..) gives the chocolaty note a bit of a kick towards After Eight.
The skin note (cashmeran-musk mix, of course) gains considerable importance during continuous wear.
The environment, especially the male one, likes to fall into the musk bed..
so, it’s probably not that unsexy after all ;)..

Transported back
it literally pulls me backward;
the monastery school in Aussee calls me to piano lessons.
Mid-July, it's even summery hot in Salzkammergut, now and then, indeed. The wing windows of the study are wide open, white batiste curtains on both sides, tied to the wall with cords.
They billow in the wind and I sit once again in the middle of the train.
Sister Paula, the terror of my childhood, I can already smell her, even though she just rushed over the threshold with precise steps. Bubble bath, brand Pine Needle. *ui; and
once with the stick to the left, then to the right on the ankles.
Dull, the reading of notes, when one suffers from trained dyslexia as a converted left-hander.
It smells clean, sparse - strict and feels that way too.
Very tidy, very controlled the scent, from top to bottom in a corset, played like a leaf.
The scent is stiff, somehow, so much summer breeze can't possibly blow, it's like looking through a window,
as if I held a glass marble in my hands, as if something inside were watching me.
From the first spray, I have the feeling that if I don't follow now,
there will surely be fennel for lunch as a reward. Spiced saltwater is already prepared in the monastery kitchen, I can smell it, but food is only served after polishing the parquet, of course.
Very strange return and always this artificial pine needle bubble bath note.
In the bowl on the side table, right next to the piano, lie a few white-tinted lemons and from the decanter right next to it, frankincense and myrrh (little incense sticks) - it wafts under my nose during the whole hour of torment...
incredible. Next to me Sister Paula, with the bamboo stick, neatly tucking her hair under the cap with golden hairpins.
The perfume must have been around for 40 years already...
I perceive Copal Azur as dry, hot, salty, with a spiciness that comes across as flavor-enhanced, slightly musty.
Head in the salt barrel.
Pine resinous, woody, sweet at the back, ohhh,
cardamom and tonka, it smells like banana to me at the back.
Since I can't imagine any iso, it must be calone,
which creates this maritime, for me dry-salty, fruity note..
through this resinous-woodsy charm, which also makes me think a bit of moss,
the familiar depth of the scent is explained to me - it comes across as chypre.

The base, where the salt unfortunately completely disappears, is too tonka-heavy for me..
almost buttery, I don't need the scent anymore..
If the base doesn't work, I can hardly...

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So a clear yes-no, or, better not;) at 60%, or so...
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A bit too much, a bit lush, a bit pretentious, affectedly sexy, in a strange way prim, strict. Sister Paula.

the golden Amethyst

Parure..

20 years, that's how long it's been, stumbling like dazed next to him, the only one along the cloth-covered stalls, I don't notice the Christmas displays.
Parure or Jardins de Bagatelle, at that time it really didn't matter to me what he wanted to use to make the end more bearable. These actions were so forced that I graciously declined and kept a wide berth from this wonderful scent until the day before yesterday.
Although I thoroughly enjoyed the discussion with the lady at Hubers about the essence of the Parure wearer, she did pull me out of my trance for a few minutes. 10 years is a long time.
I learned about Guerlain from the mother of the *only one.
She shared with me the inclination towards beauty, towards fragrances, these were her love and livelihood, and I felt in her treasure chamber
like in paradise. I shared the love for painting with the only one.
I also left that behind.

I was already fascinated back then by the soothing, calming effect that Parure carries within.
Violet-golden, a touch of citrine like a heart, encased in an amethyst...
and I found the scent significantly lighter to wear than a JdB.
Shalimar was much too dear to me at that time, Jicky too contrived.

Just before this year's New Year, I got Parure back.
I didn't wait long and just sprayed it on, like before, I knew what was coming.

A bittersweet, slightly morbid, a dark-dusty yet shimmering bright-golden, almost salty tasting
green-tinged (sage) citrus opening, reminiscent of Rose Nahema, floating
in a hint of unsweetened peach compote, and let no one say no, there's no peach, that would be Mitsouko;) I smell balsamic peach water, that's how it is.
Mitsouko is much more cumbersome and remains bitter, Nahema (vintage) has the ashy quality that I also love about Parure. Lilac, yes you can smell lilac and green, a lot of soft moss underfoot, with a lot of imagination lily of the valley and just
dark rose in peach water, this wonderful mixture is captured, rising in a vessel full of the finest plum wine, rum-like stuff;) in this phase of the fragrance, after about an hour, Parure presents itself to me very gourmand. It's really incredibly hard to discern transitions in this scent, which plays with such opposing stimuli.
Oakmoss is already clearly present in the top note, as is the sage, which, I believe, accounts for the salty note (I've licked my wrist more than once to taste it;) and which one might easily confuse with the patchouli, the Peru balsam in the base
is already noticeable after a few minutes.
The only thing that strikes me is such a sudden drop :D the scent flows for a long time
only to arrive abruptly, so it seems to me. The flow then transitions into a spreading. Spices, like cardamom and cinnamon, are clearly present, and I must reassure anyone who is afraid of leather
that it is so gentle, so smooth, so soft, like the skin of a snake, and deeply embedded in the base.
What fascinates me about Parure is this crystal-clear, very cool, ever-green shimmering yet ashy-resinous-leathery base, which remains creamy, minzy, and fruity at the same time.
Simply addictive for me, as it not only features one of my favorite resins, Peru balsam,
but also has a very prominent plum.;)

The colors purple and gold, juicy green forest, fruity-oriental, change,
arriving, feeling secure, strength, self-understanding... straight into life, it lives by itself :D
Despite the play between bitter and sweet, Parure fades very smoothly
and in the end is a gentle, soulful, very unexcited scent.
Parure stands for class, it's not a diva, no, you can go chopping wood
dressed only in Parure, in rubber boots
and a man's shirt ;)
Parure is clearly a scent for both genders :)
I find the longevity fine, but not outstanding, after 4 hours I would want to reapply :)
the base does hold for a while, but...

Hasu-no-Hana stands for me on a level with Parure, although it lives more like a diva, presents itself more suffering,
shimmers differently, more elegantly, and who knows what wants to be more beautiful...
Parure comes across to me with its 70s charm simply much younger, more combative; D
but those are insiders among Chypre lovers :D:D

I have (thanks so much to our Sue) received a 30ml tower
vintage 1995, before the last reformulation, before the bee :))
and I am very happy.

Somehow, in a special way, the things you love always find their way back to you
even if it's through inhaling a fragrance, a memory that suddenly no longer tastes bitter.

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