M0na

Another comment on "Trésor," is it necessary? That's debatable; but I would really like to know what you think about my experience with this fragrance. It is a current version, not a vintage scent. Unlike many others here, I was not influenced by the 90s or other people. So I approached "Trésor" completely unprejudiced.

Sprayed as discreetly as possible, I perceive neither apricot nor peach blossom in the top note, no fruits at all. And no sweetness. Rather something green, which I will just attribute to the (green?) rose petals. But there is more, something herbal, almost unpleasant. Are the lily of the valley coming through? I actually like them... After a few minutes, I perceive a fine mist of rose that seems to hover over the other notes. Maybe the rose petals are not green after all...
The heart note is dominated by the bitter green with a rose accent, although it slowly diminishes and gives the floral notes a chance. Heliotrope joins the lily of the valley, making the scent a bit more lovable. It is still not sweet, but minimally powdery-soft with a hint of cool vanilla that pairs well with the flowers.
The base note belongs to the cool vanilla, the bitter green has finally mostly faded away, the flowers are still detectable. The vanilla receives company, but very shy, from a musk note; I don't explicitly smell anything woody. What remains is a subtle, cool vanilla note.

And now I wonder: What is wrong with my nose? Or with my skin? I perceive the scent quite differently and find it a bit unfortunate because it is described here so beautifully and lovingly. To be honest, I don't particularly like it. Now you might say, "Oh Mona, you should have tested it beforehand." I did, dear ones, twice on a paper strip. However, not on my skin, as I find it impractical with a winter coat and scarf; otherwise, the clothing smells too. On the paper, it smelled similar but not unpleasant; I found it interesting and unique enough to buy this fragrance, I was in the mood for it. That's why I also gave it several chances on my wrist.

But now it stands there, and we look at each other a bit sadly. I will probably gift it. The longevity is quite good; the next morning I still perceived the cool vanilla, and the sillage was not bad either. However, for my nose, it is not worth battling through the rather unpleasant green to end up with a base note that is not particularly impressive.

Like all the fragrances from Mexx that I have sniffed so far, this one also lacks depth. Although a fragrance does not play at the highest level in terms of quality and price, it can smell good within this framework. And that is what “Forever Classic Never Boring for Her” does.

The opening features fruits that are also listed in the fragrance pyramid: juicy pear, fresh peach, fine mandarin. I can't pick out the blackcurrant; however, I can well imagine that it subtly prevents the fragrance from smelling too sweet. It comes across as fruity-sparkling and a bit fresh.
The sparkle fades fairly quickly, and the scent becomes increasingly calm and gentle, slightly creamy, and you can perceive the floral notes. They are not overpowering, almost in the background, no colorful bouquet. The freshness still remains but steadily diminishes.
Until the fragrance is only slightly woody, completely quiet, with the floral notes merely hinted at. I smell fine sandalwood and pleasant musk, but not the praline. This is not particularly regrettable; for me, the fragrance works just fine without it.

“Forever Classic Never Boring for Her” is a feminine, skin-close scent, not intrusive and thus suitable for everyday wear. Less charitably, one might say it is inconsequential. One can easily find something like this again. I could even understand that. I am not overwhelmed, but I also have no reason to complain. After all, I knew what I was getting into with Mexx.
If you decide on this fragrance, you should put the bottle in your handbag for a long day, as the scent disappears after two to three hours. After just one hour, it already smells significantly weaker. The 15 ml bottle I have doesn't take up much space, but the tester holds 30 ml, which I haven't found in the offer. That's okay; I am satisfied with my small, pretty fragrance bottle.

Today I have a day off. After a stressful time, hopefully a bit more calm will return. My day started off quite unusually. Contrary to my usual rhythm, I unexpectedly slept in and wasted the morning in my bathrobe. I ultimately ate or did nothing. Today everything seems a bit different. Perhaps that's why I later found myself holding the tester of Joop's! “Miss Wild.” Very unusual, as the name of the perfume doesn't appeal to me, and the design of the bottle even less so. A spritz on the wrist, the same brought to my nose - uff! After a few moments, I brought my wrist to my nose again and smelled something sharp and smoky. Not particularly heavy or like standing by a campfire, but for me, it smelled unpleasant. To my surprise, I later read on Parfumo that the top note is supposed to represent pink pepper. I didn't detect that. However, I suspected something sweet in the background, hidden behind the smoky note. Exactly this sweetness emerges when the smoke has faded a bit and gives the fragrance a more girlish quality. Not only does the smokiness diminish more and more, but the sweetness also gradually disappears, and the wild Miss becomes tamer and quite close to the skin. I still perceive that she has had a bit of a rum buzz, but soon it will be lights out. She doesn’t last long. Admittedly, the fragrance notes listed here seem not uninteresting in hindsight; however, “Miss Wild” and I will not become friends. She is better suited for girls and young women who like this smoky note or are perhaps simply wilder than I am. Farewell, little Miss.

“Yet all pleasure wants eternity - wants deep, deep eternity!” (Friedrich Nietzsche, “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”)

Some things in our lives (and likewise people and animals) bring us great joy; we have fun with or through them. One can never get enough of their favorite food, one simply has to sing along to that one particular song, a hug can be so heartfelt. Perfumes also have this effect, who am I telling this to :). Some scents smell so enchanting that it is a true pleasure to sniff them.

I came across “Eternity” by Calvin Klein in the form of a sample. Eternity, a big word, what does eternity smell like? Quite floral, Calvin Klein might answer.
The top note comes through quite powerfully. It combines floral notes, a spicy clove, and a slight green freshness. It seems as if the floral notes and the clove are competing to smell their best. They linger at about the same level for a long time - which I find slightly exhausting for my nose. Flowers and clove clearly dominate this scent. The heart note contains additional floral fragrances, especially the fresh ones stand out to me. They also blend with the clove. However, a few hours later, everything fades away, and the base note takes over. The slightly pleasant feeling that musk and especially amber and sandalwood often evoke in me is absent here. And I have to - forgive me, my love - attribute it to the clove. It remains quite present for me. Together with patchouli, a lively spiciness remains that gradually fades away.

For me, it is not a pleasure to smell “Eternity”; I do not want deep, deep eternity. Those who particularly like clove or cool, spicy floral scents may find this to their liking. I, for my part, still have to find out what eternity smells like.

As children, my cousin and I sometimes asked our grandmother to make us up as Chinese girls. She would then paint a beauty mark above our mouths with dark blue eyeliner and two little arches at the outer corners of our eyes, almost like an extended eyeliner. In our childish naivety, we thought that Chinese girls must look something like this. Perhaps we also wrapped a scarf around ourselves; I don't remember exactly. In any case, we played in the bathroom and rummaged through our grandparents' bottles and cream jars. If we weren't holding grandfather's aftershave, it smelled powdery and slightly sweet. I liked the scent; it smelled of being grown-up, of makeup, of my grandmother. Those joyful hours would soon fade into oblivion.

I like soft, slightly powdery fragrances, and they can be sweet too. That's how I came to Cašmir. The descriptions in the comments on Parfumo piqued my curiosity, and I thought this scent might be something for me. At the next opportunity, I tested it. It was right at the bottom of the shelf, sitting there like a dusty little treasure. Knowing from the detailed Parfumo comments about its intensity, I tried to spray just a small spritz on my wrist. But it packed a punch. Cašmir exudes an intense fragrance, a shimmering fruitiness that carries a lot of vanilla. But there are also floral notes present that, together with the fruits, create an oriental touch. Gradually, the intensity of the fruits and flowers diminishes; what remains is a heavy vanilla with an underlying spiciness. Even before this process was halfway through, I realized that I didn't enjoy the scent as much. The softness, the femininity appealed to me at first, but there was so much more... I decided to test the fragrance again another time and not to judge it too quickly.

Recently, the time came again. I was at the drugstore and only moderately pressed for time, so I had the opportunity to try Cašmir. This time, a full pump shot hit my wrist, and again the scent was powerful. But I already knew that, so I remained calm. The fragrance developed as described above, and so did my feelings. This time, Cašmir seemed even less suited to me than during the first test. It is so heavy, smells somewhat old or like it was made for old people; I feel too young for it. To my nose, it has a slightly musty quality and, in a certain way, something cheap. What a shame; it is presented so beautifully here, and I had looked forward to a cozy scent. I like the bottle, especially the cute little soft tip of the cap - but looks aren't everything.

However, there is something good about it: it was only during the second test that it occurred to me that Cašmir must be the scent I smelled back then as a little Chinese girl. What a lovely memory.