Limoamani

First vanilla cream with berries, then bitter-fruity, and always fuller and darker. Delicious. Really. And every woman in Argentina wants to smell seductive! Like here, after a sweet-bitter little fruit, a delightful treat from the sweet patisseries of Buenos Aires.

And somehow everything fits: the Argentine man (and connoisseur, but who isn't there) calls out sweet nothings to the ladies on the street. Like "Caramello!", "Bonbon!", "Que dulcura!" (what sweetness!). "Que rica" (how delicious) is, however, almost suggestive.... But at least? he proves his good taste!
The ladies, in turn, expect such calls. If they are absent, it is a sure sign of a serious mistake in today’s morning toilette.

This scent in Fireland? Gray-green cold.
And as he steps out of the wooden cabin, which serves us campers as a "bathroom," I can hardly recognize him. The blonde strands frame his damp, tousled hair and his hearty laughter. A hint of aftershave reaches me. This is strange here, as we 'young people' on the trek do not smell of old-school oak moss... and HERE and on HIM, I would have expected either just pure soap or something never before experienced. Patagonia in a bottle perhaps. A concentrate of the immense nature and the incredible moment.
I am overjoyed when he casually sits down with me at the rough wooden table. My kerosene stove is a little off to the side and makes a hell of a noise. I am boiling water for a tea whose name I don’t even understand: "Uña de gato." But he grins knowingly.
And no: it is not aftershave. And it is not he who comes across as so herb-fruity, perfume-fresh, and a bit herbal. A few steps away, a young blonde trekker, with a still sparse beard, 'smells' of an evergreen men's fragrance...
He is trying to impress three Scandinavian trek beauties, which he is surprisingly good at. Maybe it’s the scent, or maybe it’s the spaghetti he’s inviting them to....
PS: I don’t understand the naming of the scent. The scent doesn’t fit here (OK, maybe better ask the three beautiful backpack blondes) and it doesn’t smell like the surreal landscape here...

In search of the truest orange blossom, I love this scent, but at the same time, I'm not completely satisfied with it.
On one hand, this fragrance is perfect according to my criteria: it is the original orange blossom: intense, natural, fragrant, spicy, sweet.

In the past, I had an oriental orange blossom perfume oil. That was perfect.
This scent here cannot hold a candle to it, which is quite logical: it is nowhere near as long-lasting as the Arabic oil, and only intense at the beginning; it fades quite quickly and, despite all its naturalness, it lacks a bit of depth. Perhaps the base is too weak. Maybe it has none? My nose can't figure it out.
I only smell orange blossoms.
Beautiful, real, natural, not artificial at all, but just a little weak on the chest. Too quick to disappear. And a bit too one-dimensional. Still, 10 points because it is 100% real orange blossoms.

The golden bottle and the bold name suggest: Oh, this will be intense!
But then I read "floral-fresh" in the announcement, and I think: here comes the ultimate jasmine, enchanting yet delicate, sweet yet fresh, intense yet as light as in nature...
And I am somehow disappointed.
It actually starts off well: full, round, and intense, but then the jasmine somehow becomes "bland." It also doesn't last as hoped, and somehow it slips away unnoticed and unevenly.

When it comes to perfume, I am very picky. So picky that for over twenty years I thought there was only one that I liked, and everything else was terrible, piercing, artificial, or disgusting. But then came Parfumo, a few compulsive wrong blind buys, then delicious decants and surprising samples.
With Ombra de Tiglio, it happened: immediately sorted out because of this piercing start, I still don’t know what I was perceiving. So fresh that I couldn’t find the lime. Not even in the heart note at first, I was so fixated on the note that was TOO fresh for me.
But after the third test, suddenly the surprise came: completely unexpectedly, a delicious note rose up and I was craving an addictive sweet aromatic hint... that came from my wrists! Finest most delicious lime, simply delightful.
What a wonderful scent! The start could be more pleasing, I would call it more natural, because it doesn’t pierce under the lime, not even in the shade. But for this fragrance with absolute addictive potential, I can overlook this start...