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30 years had to pass....
... until I can finally say:
YES...YEEEES...YEEEEES!!!
I have found it!
My absolute dream fragrance!
This is it, and no other!
Okay, I admit, I have thought this several times in my fragrance career, but never before has it hit me so hard that, immediately after the first sniff, I set all the wheels in motion to get my hands on this dreamy scent. I was like hypnotized as the fragrance developed on my skin.
I usually have no major problems describing a fragrance in a way that one can somewhat imagine it. But what good does it do you if I throw around superlatives like "grand," "genius," "perfect," and "paradisiacal," even though that would be the only fitting description for me?
Well then, let me try to convey this fragrance in a somewhat comprehensible way:
Right from the start, wonderfully citrusy notes spread out, but not sharply sour, rather wonderfully fresh and friendly. And immediately I also smell my dearly beloved blackcurrant blossom, which has fascinated me in several other perfumes and always adds something very interesting to a fragrance. It brings a slightly tart tone to the composition and gives the top note a certain kick.
And then white flowers appear. Not demanding, as jasmine can sometimes be, not oppressive or overwhelming, no, here all the fragrance notes are fair team players and dance in perfect synchrony a romantic and elegant veil dance.
This fragrance has an enormous presence and seems very aware of its beauty. It is simply there and keeps drawing attention to itself, repeatedly putting a smile on my face. This enormous volume lasts a long, very long time on me, which excites me as a poor fragrance bearer.
Slowly, very slowly, the base notes become more recognizable, without the fragrance changing significantly. Were they perhaps already there from the very beginning, delicately in the background, while I was still so fascinated by the floral abundance? The base notes are also players. Patchouli and very soft, slightly woody notes can only be recognized when one focuses on them.
All in all, I perceive this dream fragrance as a perfectly woven fine fabric of all ingredients, and this radiantly beautiful perfection makes me weak in the knees.
And one more thing I can reveal:
I suspect Mr. Gavarry, the perfumer, has secretly mixed pheromones into his fragrance. Because, lo and behold, my husband, often referred to by me as an olfactory clumsy oaf, suddenly takes a liking to this scent on my neck.
"You should wear THAT more often."
His wish is my command, and as soon as I can call the bottle my own, I will do nothing more gladly than that...
YES...YEEEES...YEEEEES!!!
I have found it!
My absolute dream fragrance!
This is it, and no other!
Okay, I admit, I have thought this several times in my fragrance career, but never before has it hit me so hard that, immediately after the first sniff, I set all the wheels in motion to get my hands on this dreamy scent. I was like hypnotized as the fragrance developed on my skin.
I usually have no major problems describing a fragrance in a way that one can somewhat imagine it. But what good does it do you if I throw around superlatives like "grand," "genius," "perfect," and "paradisiacal," even though that would be the only fitting description for me?
Well then, let me try to convey this fragrance in a somewhat comprehensible way:
Right from the start, wonderfully citrusy notes spread out, but not sharply sour, rather wonderfully fresh and friendly. And immediately I also smell my dearly beloved blackcurrant blossom, which has fascinated me in several other perfumes and always adds something very interesting to a fragrance. It brings a slightly tart tone to the composition and gives the top note a certain kick.
And then white flowers appear. Not demanding, as jasmine can sometimes be, not oppressive or overwhelming, no, here all the fragrance notes are fair team players and dance in perfect synchrony a romantic and elegant veil dance.
This fragrance has an enormous presence and seems very aware of its beauty. It is simply there and keeps drawing attention to itself, repeatedly putting a smile on my face. This enormous volume lasts a long, very long time on me, which excites me as a poor fragrance bearer.
Slowly, very slowly, the base notes become more recognizable, without the fragrance changing significantly. Were they perhaps already there from the very beginning, delicately in the background, while I was still so fascinated by the floral abundance? The base notes are also players. Patchouli and very soft, slightly woody notes can only be recognized when one focuses on them.
All in all, I perceive this dream fragrance as a perfectly woven fine fabric of all ingredients, and this radiantly beautiful perfection makes me weak in the knees.
And one more thing I can reveal:
I suspect Mr. Gavarry, the perfumer, has secretly mixed pheromones into his fragrance. Because, lo and behold, my husband, often referred to by me as an olfactory clumsy oaf, suddenly takes a liking to this scent on my neck.
"You should wear THAT more often."
His wish is my command, and as soon as I can call the bottle my own, I will do nothing more gladly than that...
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It has nothing...
A few days ago, I also received some samples from Fragonard and was very much looking forward to today’s test, as I have really liked all the scents from this house that I have tried so far, and two of them have made it into my fragrance collection.
But here, the Indian dream turned into a nightmare for me.
This scent combines pretty much everything I dislike.
Right from the first application, the amber and vanilla are omnipresent and leave little room for the other fragrance notes. From the very beginning, the scent is too sweet and sticky for me. There is no trace of the fresh notes of lemon and bergamot; instead, a cloying powderiness gradually emerges.
When the scent is spicy, it’s from spices that have been sitting in the spice drawer for far too long and have become musty, having to yield to the all-encompassing amber-vanilla note.
Okay, I admit, oriental perfumes are not my thing, but even among orientals, I have tested much better and more interesting perfumes that I wouldn’t wear, but whose good craftsmanship I can acknowledge. With this one, the impression of a quickly mixed wannabe-oriental spreads, which I would expect more from discount stores and not from a renowned perfume house like Fragonard.
Some scents don’t hold very well on me, which I often regret, but this one sticks like crazy.
One of the few scents that I will wash off immediately after this comment because it’s annoying.
So, after that, I’ll reach into my husband’s perfume cabinet and grab a bold chypre as a contrast...
But here, the Indian dream turned into a nightmare for me.
This scent combines pretty much everything I dislike.
Right from the first application, the amber and vanilla are omnipresent and leave little room for the other fragrance notes. From the very beginning, the scent is too sweet and sticky for me. There is no trace of the fresh notes of lemon and bergamot; instead, a cloying powderiness gradually emerges.
When the scent is spicy, it’s from spices that have been sitting in the spice drawer for far too long and have become musty, having to yield to the all-encompassing amber-vanilla note.
Okay, I admit, oriental perfumes are not my thing, but even among orientals, I have tested much better and more interesting perfumes that I wouldn’t wear, but whose good craftsmanship I can acknowledge. With this one, the impression of a quickly mixed wannabe-oriental spreads, which I would expect more from discount stores and not from a renowned perfume house like Fragonard.
Some scents don’t hold very well on me, which I often regret, but this one sticks like crazy.
One of the few scents that I will wash off immediately after this comment because it’s annoying.
So, after that, I’ll reach into my husband’s perfume cabinet and grab a bold chypre as a contrast...
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The Cow Elsa is Dead...
From Didi Hallervorden's sketch.
And that's exactly how it must have smelled back then. Poor cow...
In my long career as a fragrance junkie, I've come across quite a few things that were called perfume, like the scent of wet wool gloves, burnt pretzels, baby carrot puree, etc.
Well, interesting olfactory experiences that one is doomed to have once they decide to stick their nose into everything that is called "scent".
But this here tops it all:
The smell of Cow Elsa with third-degree burns after the burning barn roof fell on her head.
Right after the first approach and the first sniff at the perfumed skin area, the head is reflexively thrown back and the olfactory center sends an alarm to the brain: Call the fire department! Major fire in the cow barn!!
People, a burnt cow stinks terribly.
Burnt fur, scorched cowhide, and what last came out of the still-living Elsa from behind is still happily steaming. Smoldering wood, singed hay, and the barn cat got caught up in it too.
If you now try to save Elsa and her fellow sufferers and extinguish the fire, you stand for hours in these smoke clouds, then you apparently smell quite noble and exclusive. Like Leather Oud by Dior. For what feels like an eternity...
Can one seriously spray such a "scent"?
Can a serious and exclusive fragrance house actually fill and sell this olfactory inferno in bottles?
Apparently. One can.
I also wear men's fragrances in between.
I have Oud in my collection.
I am always open to new scent impressions.
But this one, it has defeated me.
I need a break and have to wipe the soot stains off my nose...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_D2BUurQqc, for everyone, just as a reminder...
And that's exactly how it must have smelled back then. Poor cow...
In my long career as a fragrance junkie, I've come across quite a few things that were called perfume, like the scent of wet wool gloves, burnt pretzels, baby carrot puree, etc.
Well, interesting olfactory experiences that one is doomed to have once they decide to stick their nose into everything that is called "scent".
But this here tops it all:
The smell of Cow Elsa with third-degree burns after the burning barn roof fell on her head.
Right after the first approach and the first sniff at the perfumed skin area, the head is reflexively thrown back and the olfactory center sends an alarm to the brain: Call the fire department! Major fire in the cow barn!!
People, a burnt cow stinks terribly.
Burnt fur, scorched cowhide, and what last came out of the still-living Elsa from behind is still happily steaming. Smoldering wood, singed hay, and the barn cat got caught up in it too.
If you now try to save Elsa and her fellow sufferers and extinguish the fire, you stand for hours in these smoke clouds, then you apparently smell quite noble and exclusive. Like Leather Oud by Dior. For what feels like an eternity...
Can one seriously spray such a "scent"?
Can a serious and exclusive fragrance house actually fill and sell this olfactory inferno in bottles?
Apparently. One can.
I also wear men's fragrances in between.
I have Oud in my collection.
I am always open to new scent impressions.
But this one, it has defeated me.
I need a break and have to wipe the soot stains off my nose...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_D2BUurQqc, for everyone, just as a reminder...
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Objection, Your Honor...
Well, Ergoproxy, you’ve done it again as the speaker for this fragrance, you’ve emptied my pockets because this scent MUST be in my collection.
I do need to adjust your comment a bit for myself:
Right after spraying, L´HF begins with a wonderfully citrusy note, not sour and sharp, but uniquely fresh, cheerful, and highly aromatic. Do you remember those PEZ candy sweets? (Lemon flavor) I loved those little things, and this fragrance immediately reminded me of them. Delicious!
And then they appear. The fresh, crisp berries. Leading the way is my beloved blackcurrant. Unsweetened, tart, a bit angular and edgy. I can’t specifically smell the other berries; for me, cassis is in the foreground, and thus the scent doesn’t turn into a red compote.
And all of this is nestled in a basket full of green leaves. From light green-fresh to dark green-tart, the entire green color palette spreads across my skin and prevents L´HF from slipping into the sweet berry territory.
But as serious, as you described, EP, I don’t perceive the fragrance as serious, objection! For me, it is full of energy, lively, cheerful, and friendly. And above all, one thing: Noble and self-confident!
In the base, a noble powderiness joins in, an unsweetened powder note that harmoniously rounds off the entire fragrance, softening the green zest and inviting for cuddling. Dreamy!
However, the longevity surprised me too, but not in the pleasantly surprised way like you, EP, no, for me, after 2 hours, there was nothing left to smell. Nothing..., gone..., simply evaporated... And at this price (233€ for 75ml), I would have expected a longer longevity. But, what can you do, nobility goes to waste, and you don’t treat yourself to anything else...
This fragrance will be joining me; I bet my grandmother on it!
Okay. On the topic of seriousness, you are right about one point, EP:
It is a serious candidate for purchase!
Despite the somewhat weak longevity, I give L´HF the full score because for its beauty and also for the noble bottle, I would, if I could, give 200%.
I do need to adjust your comment a bit for myself:
Right after spraying, L´HF begins with a wonderfully citrusy note, not sour and sharp, but uniquely fresh, cheerful, and highly aromatic. Do you remember those PEZ candy sweets? (Lemon flavor) I loved those little things, and this fragrance immediately reminded me of them. Delicious!
And then they appear. The fresh, crisp berries. Leading the way is my beloved blackcurrant. Unsweetened, tart, a bit angular and edgy. I can’t specifically smell the other berries; for me, cassis is in the foreground, and thus the scent doesn’t turn into a red compote.
And all of this is nestled in a basket full of green leaves. From light green-fresh to dark green-tart, the entire green color palette spreads across my skin and prevents L´HF from slipping into the sweet berry territory.
But as serious, as you described, EP, I don’t perceive the fragrance as serious, objection! For me, it is full of energy, lively, cheerful, and friendly. And above all, one thing: Noble and self-confident!
In the base, a noble powderiness joins in, an unsweetened powder note that harmoniously rounds off the entire fragrance, softening the green zest and inviting for cuddling. Dreamy!
However, the longevity surprised me too, but not in the pleasantly surprised way like you, EP, no, for me, after 2 hours, there was nothing left to smell. Nothing..., gone..., simply evaporated... And at this price (233€ for 75ml), I would have expected a longer longevity. But, what can you do, nobility goes to waste, and you don’t treat yourself to anything else...
This fragrance will be joining me; I bet my grandmother on it!
Okay. On the topic of seriousness, you are right about one point, EP:
It is a serious candidate for purchase!
Despite the somewhat weak longevity, I give L´HF the full score because for its beauty and also for the noble bottle, I would, if I could, give 200%.
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Reload 13: Head Cinema Takes a Break..
The small bottle was a blind purchase.
The flacon is beautiful, the fragrance pyramid so intriguingly mystical, the house of Lauder with so many exquisite scents, and the pleasant price made my decision easy.
First, I am captivated by the design of the glass bottle.
The small, teardrop-shaped 30ml bottle fits like a hand flatterer, and depending on the light, the color of the glass changes iridescently from old rose to soft lilac to olive green. - Mysticism part one...
Upon spraying, a soft-floral and pleasant scent immediately makes itself known, very present and voluminous yet very gentle. I try to name the various flowers, to categorize them, to recognize them. But I have a problem with that. It's as if I were trying to identify the individual flowers of a
bouquet that stands behind a frosted glass pane.
The scent is neither too synthetic nor too exotic, not alienating or unpleasant, but I do not UNDERSTAND it.
It does not resonate within me, no resonance, no head cinema. - Mysticism part two...
So far, every new scent I have tested for the first time has evoked images, memories, or feelings, guiding me in some direction; the palette is vast. But here comes...nothing. No resonance. No vibration. No emotion.
So I can only feel and describe what the scent does NOT do.
It does not disturb, does not unsettle, does not scratch, does not sting, does not cling.
And it does not touch me. And I cannot grasp it, cannot hold it, cannot comprehend it. Yet it is such a pleasant scent, very floral, very soft, very round and harmonious.
The longevity is very good, and it does not change, is very linear, and therefore offers me enough time to engage with it. But no matter how long I wait, images and emotions do not come.
I would really like to like the scent, but it does not speak my language.
In terms of fragrance direction, it strongly resembles "Fleur de Liane" by L'Artisan Parfumeur, and when I apply FdL for a comparison test, I am surprised at how similar these scents are. With one difference: with FdL, the whole head cinema is immediately present again.
Beyond Paradise leaves me very confused and irritated.
I will definitely have to test the scent more often...
The flacon is beautiful, the fragrance pyramid so intriguingly mystical, the house of Lauder with so many exquisite scents, and the pleasant price made my decision easy.
First, I am captivated by the design of the glass bottle.
The small, teardrop-shaped 30ml bottle fits like a hand flatterer, and depending on the light, the color of the glass changes iridescently from old rose to soft lilac to olive green. - Mysticism part one...
Upon spraying, a soft-floral and pleasant scent immediately makes itself known, very present and voluminous yet very gentle. I try to name the various flowers, to categorize them, to recognize them. But I have a problem with that. It's as if I were trying to identify the individual flowers of a
bouquet that stands behind a frosted glass pane.
The scent is neither too synthetic nor too exotic, not alienating or unpleasant, but I do not UNDERSTAND it.
It does not resonate within me, no resonance, no head cinema. - Mysticism part two...
So far, every new scent I have tested for the first time has evoked images, memories, or feelings, guiding me in some direction; the palette is vast. But here comes...nothing. No resonance. No vibration. No emotion.
So I can only feel and describe what the scent does NOT do.
It does not disturb, does not unsettle, does not scratch, does not sting, does not cling.
And it does not touch me. And I cannot grasp it, cannot hold it, cannot comprehend it. Yet it is such a pleasant scent, very floral, very soft, very round and harmonious.
The longevity is very good, and it does not change, is very linear, and therefore offers me enough time to engage with it. But no matter how long I wait, images and emotions do not come.
I would really like to like the scent, but it does not speak my language.
In terms of fragrance direction, it strongly resembles "Fleur de Liane" by L'Artisan Parfumeur, and when I apply FdL for a comparison test, I am surprised at how similar these scents are. With one difference: with FdL, the whole head cinema is immediately present again.
Beyond Paradise leaves me very confused and irritated.
I will definitely have to test the scent more often...
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