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(Aroma)....THERAPY
Like a guardian angel who takes your hand when you stand still.
Leads you on and reminds you who you are and wanted to be.
Calms you down, because everything is good.
I have surrendered to this subtle scent.
A wonderfully fragrant Lonicera (the longer, the better),
whose scent truly fills the air beautifully on summer nights.
During the day, it is hardly noticeable. Accompanied by a little lemon.
But I must note that the fragrance pyramid is not complete. (No, of course;)
I smell plum... happy :), very nicely fruity and not at all compote-like
or sweet. A bit reminiscent of Liaisons from Kilian.
Ylang and Lonicera, wow, the two are almost symbiotic.
Gardenia very softly.
Gentle vanilla, cedar, and oak moss very nice but unfortunately much too delicate.
The transitions are refined, nothing more needs to be said.
In the end, beautifully dry and tidy.
A gentle scent without any fuss.
It is said to resemble L`Heure Bleue, but Bleue is
significantly more demanding, self-absorbed, and casual.
Chant d`Aromes lives between the hours of time, transcendent and ethereal.
The complex multilayeredness of this delicate creation radiates a fine strength
that continually lures me further.
I can wonderfully imagine this scent on a man.
It definitely needs the 100ml and always requires a good spritz.
I would love to bathe in it....
Leads you on and reminds you who you are and wanted to be.
Calms you down, because everything is good.
I have surrendered to this subtle scent.
A wonderfully fragrant Lonicera (the longer, the better),
whose scent truly fills the air beautifully on summer nights.
During the day, it is hardly noticeable. Accompanied by a little lemon.
But I must note that the fragrance pyramid is not complete. (No, of course;)
I smell plum... happy :), very nicely fruity and not at all compote-like
or sweet. A bit reminiscent of Liaisons from Kilian.
Ylang and Lonicera, wow, the two are almost symbiotic.
Gardenia very softly.
Gentle vanilla, cedar, and oak moss very nice but unfortunately much too delicate.
The transitions are refined, nothing more needs to be said.
In the end, beautifully dry and tidy.
A gentle scent without any fuss.
It is said to resemble L`Heure Bleue, but Bleue is
significantly more demanding, self-absorbed, and casual.
Chant d`Aromes lives between the hours of time, transcendent and ethereal.
The complex multilayeredness of this delicate creation radiates a fine strength
that continually lures me further.
I can wonderfully imagine this scent on a man.
It definitely needs the 100ml and always requires a good spritz.
I would love to bathe in it....
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I can't smell Candy(ch)
At the start of school, whether you want to or not, you often have to go to Müller.
Armed with the shopping list, I head straight through the perfume department.
Aha, note to self, Chanel stage gone!!
But for God's sake, what is this?? Me, with my 160 centimeters and 45 kilos
feeling completely overwhelmed by this huge, hysterically cheerful perfume bottle!
Ahhhh, PRADA, Candy presentation then, mmh.
Well, at the start of school, you have to shout to get attention.
I walk briskly towards the escalator, down to the office supplies.
The whole thing, because something is always missing, roughly 10 times in the first
week of September.
And every time, this Caaaandy fairground cheerfulness blares at me.
The bottle looks like the support pillar of a ride in the sausage
Prater.
It smells throughout Müller like a fair and like at Manner in the Stollwerk
production!! Just like that, I think they let it be bottled there!!
To get some peace from the mandatory spritzing blonde ladies
(after a week of in and out of Müller, the Prada ladies know me from sprinting through) and I have to pass by even more often, I'll just get it over with!
Arm out, smile, kindly thanking, my duty fulfilled!
Powdery little clouds, very nice! Fruity, a bit floral.
The gentle Prada line that the newer ones have now.
The fluffy cloud dissipates in no time!
But then, when I arrive in the basement, it hits me, with all due respect, almost knocks me out
of my ballerinas!
My skin managed to transform the gentle scent of 'Creme au Caramel'
into a harsh, not at all cheerful scent like 'dog poop'.
I'm sorry, I felt so nauseous. I was horrified!
The horror lasted a good 20 minutes,
only to then fade into the scent of a dog wiped down with wet wipes.
It does come back and smells delicious like East Frisian blend with
candy wood and cream.
But it has absolutely no body (maybe it was just candy:)) and no strength.
It lasts only as long as it is appropriate for a young lady to
wander alone at the fair!! About two, three hours!
I'm not a young thing anymore and wouldn't want to experience those 20 minutes again anyway.
Sorry, I had to get that off my chest, I also asked around and I'm not alone with this experience.
Still, I'm already going to take cover now;)
Armed with the shopping list, I head straight through the perfume department.
Aha, note to self, Chanel stage gone!!
But for God's sake, what is this?? Me, with my 160 centimeters and 45 kilos
feeling completely overwhelmed by this huge, hysterically cheerful perfume bottle!
Ahhhh, PRADA, Candy presentation then, mmh.
Well, at the start of school, you have to shout to get attention.
I walk briskly towards the escalator, down to the office supplies.
The whole thing, because something is always missing, roughly 10 times in the first
week of September.
And every time, this Caaaandy fairground cheerfulness blares at me.
The bottle looks like the support pillar of a ride in the sausage
Prater.
It smells throughout Müller like a fair and like at Manner in the Stollwerk
production!! Just like that, I think they let it be bottled there!!
To get some peace from the mandatory spritzing blonde ladies
(after a week of in and out of Müller, the Prada ladies know me from sprinting through) and I have to pass by even more often, I'll just get it over with!
Arm out, smile, kindly thanking, my duty fulfilled!
Powdery little clouds, very nice! Fruity, a bit floral.
The gentle Prada line that the newer ones have now.
The fluffy cloud dissipates in no time!
But then, when I arrive in the basement, it hits me, with all due respect, almost knocks me out
of my ballerinas!
My skin managed to transform the gentle scent of 'Creme au Caramel'
into a harsh, not at all cheerful scent like 'dog poop'.
I'm sorry, I felt so nauseous. I was horrified!
The horror lasted a good 20 minutes,
only to then fade into the scent of a dog wiped down with wet wipes.
It does come back and smells delicious like East Frisian blend with
candy wood and cream.
But it has absolutely no body (maybe it was just candy:)) and no strength.
It lasts only as long as it is appropriate for a young lady to
wander alone at the fair!! About two, three hours!
I'm not a young thing anymore and wouldn't want to experience those 20 minutes again anyway.
Sorry, I had to get that off my chest, I also asked around and I'm not alone with this experience.
Still, I'm already going to take cover now;)
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once again (Le) young
Summer morning...
It is still slightly fresh,
so early in the morning.
But one senses sultry heat,
the day will be long.
Naked...my feet in the dew-wet grass.
The moor lake lies lonely,
still belongs to itself and water lilies sway in the wind.
A plump scent that starts fresh, slightly spicy and herbaceous.
Ginger (lily) and angelica keep the Casablanca along with lily of the valley in check.
A wonderfully fragrant water lily follows, which always prevails.
The orange blossom captures everyone and they go hand in hand.
The scent becomes increasingly full, juicy, sweet and rounded.
A warm vanilla and a little bit of musk join in.
The scent development is quite short and quickly gets to the point.
However, the walk lasts a good 6 hours (on my skin).
A young, a great scent. Very full-bodied, carefree and easy to wear.
It even has a nice presence!
With a very, very restrained sensuality.
Want it, or don’t want it ;) Maybe after the midnight bath in the lake!
The white lily is also very gracious and doesn’t bother me!
Still, please not for me. The orange blossom paired with white lily,
water lily and lily of the valley! That’s not my thing.
As if I were splashing in warm punch, which I prefer to drink cold ;)
It is still slightly fresh,
so early in the morning.
But one senses sultry heat,
the day will be long.
Naked...my feet in the dew-wet grass.
The moor lake lies lonely,
still belongs to itself and water lilies sway in the wind.
A plump scent that starts fresh, slightly spicy and herbaceous.
Ginger (lily) and angelica keep the Casablanca along with lily of the valley in check.
A wonderfully fragrant water lily follows, which always prevails.
The orange blossom captures everyone and they go hand in hand.
The scent becomes increasingly full, juicy, sweet and rounded.
A warm vanilla and a little bit of musk join in.
The scent development is quite short and quickly gets to the point.
However, the walk lasts a good 6 hours (on my skin).
A young, a great scent. Very full-bodied, carefree and easy to wear.
It even has a nice presence!
With a very, very restrained sensuality.
Want it, or don’t want it ;) Maybe after the midnight bath in the lake!
The white lily is also very gracious and doesn’t bother me!
Still, please not for me. The orange blossom paired with white lily,
water lily and lily of the valley! That’s not my thing.
As if I were splashing in warm punch, which I prefer to drink cold ;)
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once and for all
A scent so delicate,
I fear it will break on my skin!
Like a gateway to distant days.
March sun gently melts the snow,
warming my cold cheeks.
Spring shakes off winter.
Snow roses at the edge of the forest and almond trees are budding.
Despite its initially unattainable innocence, I find L`Eau d`Hiver
to be very erotic.
As if the scent is maturing on my skin.
Just like spring, which conquers winter and hints at summer.
Like a child growing up, but there is still time.
It has something subtly distant.
A painful awareness of finitude, a longing for life!
The opening is almondy powdery with a hint of bergamot.
The beautiful iris follows with a touch of jasmine, along with angelica, which
makes the story a bit more robust.
Gradually it becomes beautifully honey-caramelly and musky soft.
Thus it lingers long (on my skin).
Dreamily harmonious, close yet very far away.
I fear it will break on my skin!
Like a gateway to distant days.
March sun gently melts the snow,
warming my cold cheeks.
Spring shakes off winter.
Snow roses at the edge of the forest and almond trees are budding.
Despite its initially unattainable innocence, I find L`Eau d`Hiver
to be very erotic.
As if the scent is maturing on my skin.
Just like spring, which conquers winter and hints at summer.
Like a child growing up, but there is still time.
It has something subtly distant.
A painful awareness of finitude, a longing for life!
The opening is almondy powdery with a hint of bergamot.
The beautiful iris follows with a touch of jasmine, along with angelica, which
makes the story a bit more robust.
Gradually it becomes beautifully honey-caramelly and musky soft.
Thus it lingers long (on my skin).
Dreamily harmonious, close yet very far away.
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CONFETTO `` Carnevale...
...di Venezia ``
Late Middle Ages during the time of Casanova....
In the 11th century, the dirty Thursday was still celebrated here.
Monday, 10 days before Ash Wednesday, the flight of angels from the Campanile
over St. Mark's Square. Fires are lit on the Piazetta,
teeth are pulled for general amusement, and public
slaughters are watched. Human pyramids are built
and dancing continues until exhaustion.
In the puppet theater, under the Campanile, one admires the most amazing
and newest masks. The entire population in a festive frenzy
and joy intoxication. Even today, completely in the style of the Commedia dell'arte.
Traditionally, awards are given on Sunday.
Harlequin (Arlecchino), good and evil, comical and tragic. At home here and there!
Full of witty simplicity, eternally hungry, even for love.
Sprightly and full of life, a wanderer of spheres.
This is CONFETTO.
Wonderful, magnificent, unsweetened sweetness. Bitter-spicy, immediately present.
Despite everything, fragile :)
If someone is looking for sillage, here it is!!
Of infinite longevity (for me)!
Toasted almonds with anise and erotic musk!!
With a hint of vanilla powder (glaze)?
After about 6 hours, dreamily beautiful, soft and amber-musk!
Why do I also smell honey????
I loooove it:))))
Late Middle Ages during the time of Casanova....
In the 11th century, the dirty Thursday was still celebrated here.
Monday, 10 days before Ash Wednesday, the flight of angels from the Campanile
over St. Mark's Square. Fires are lit on the Piazetta,
teeth are pulled for general amusement, and public
slaughters are watched. Human pyramids are built
and dancing continues until exhaustion.
In the puppet theater, under the Campanile, one admires the most amazing
and newest masks. The entire population in a festive frenzy
and joy intoxication. Even today, completely in the style of the Commedia dell'arte.
Traditionally, awards are given on Sunday.
Harlequin (Arlecchino), good and evil, comical and tragic. At home here and there!
Full of witty simplicity, eternally hungry, even for love.
Sprightly and full of life, a wanderer of spheres.
This is CONFETTO.
Wonderful, magnificent, unsweetened sweetness. Bitter-spicy, immediately present.
Despite everything, fragile :)
If someone is looking for sillage, here it is!!
Of infinite longevity (for me)!
Toasted almonds with anise and erotic musk!!
With a hint of vanilla powder (glaze)?
After about 6 hours, dreamily beautiful, soft and amber-musk!
Why do I also smell honey????
I loooove it:))))
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