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M1ndfux

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M1ndfux 2 days ago 1 2
5
Bottle
8
Sillage
9
Longevity
10
Scent
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The mysterious masterpiece?
On a sultry and rainy autumn night, I opened the heavy doors of this fragrance, which is almost reminiscent of an old manor house in which I am looking for shelter.

As soon as I opened the door, an extremely sweet haze crept up on me, as if someone had lined the room behind it with liquid amber.

As I entered, I noticed a bar stocked with dusty rum bottles. These were labeled "Estate Spirits". Candles burned in the corners of the room. Their flickering light made shadows dance like ghostly bartenders.

The stuffy, heavy air had been so permeated by the aroma of dark rum over the years that it was almost intoxicating to breathe here.

The further I ventured into the room, the deeper the smell became. The base of the house itself seemed to smell of burbon-infused oak. Warm and rich. As if the timbers were telling stories of decades of rum barrel storage. Sweet molasses and sugar cane clung invisibly to the walls - heavy, dark and almost forbidden in origin.

Suddenly I was overcome by the scent of orange peel. Sharp and bitter, as if someone had just torn open a fresh fruit. The citrus notes cut through the sweetness of the rum aroma like a knife through butter. I blinked, but instead of a fresh fruit, all I saw was a glass on the counter - half-filled with golden rum that shimmered like liquid gold in the candlelight. Next to the glass was a bowl of dried raisins. Dark and heavy, they almost smelled of earth. Cloves, nutmeg, allspice and a hint of cinnamon also entered the room - as if I was no longer alone.
Then there was something else. Something smoky and soft that settled in the air like a secret pact... a tobacco shadow even though there was no tobacco to be seen. Perhaps the ghost of an old drunkard who still spent his evenings within these walls?

I closed my eyes and felt a velvety warmth on my skin, as if someone had poured vanilla liqueur directly into my pores. The scent enveloped me. Clothed me like an invisible cloak.

I finished the glass, let the situation sink in once more and opened my eyes again. The candles had long been extinguished and the glass had been dusty for years. Was it all just a dream? I promptly left the old building and never came back... but I took the scent of the house with me and it stays with me to this day.

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M1ndfux 10 days ago 1
9
Bottle
6
Sillage
5
Longevity
10
Scent
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The bottled perceptions of Portofino
A few days ago, I visited my trusted perfumery again. I was amazed to see that it had been completely reorganized. "Summer remodeling." I noticed in passing.
My actual goal for the day, to test a few fragrances from Roja Dove, was only half-heartedly fulfilled.

Due to the "summer conversion", a perfumer I had never heard of before caught my eye. The bottles were striking - but somehow not. Discreet and yet luxurious. On closer inspection, I noticed names such as Romance in Florence, Visions of Venice, Mornings in Milano and Portaits of Portofino.

As I had the pleasure of spending one of my best vacations in Portofino, I sprayed it on. I closed my eyes and let the journey of the fragrance begin.

The images of this vacation immediately flashed back through my memories. The journey alone was beautiful. Down a green slope. You could gradually make out the horizon of the Mediterranean. We got closer. Pastel-colored houses lined up next to each other. A truly stunning sight.

In the evening, after a short nap, we looked for a place to start a picturesque vacation. We opted for an initially very inconspicuous and small taverna. When we asked for a table, the polite waiter escorted us through the very small but inviting premises. When we turned a corner, we were greeted by a breathtaking sight. A terrace with a direct view of the Ligurian Sea. To the left, a few of Palermo's beautiful pastel-colored houses, in the middle the moon in the starry sky, below the roaring sea. The whole thing was covered by a canopy of lemon trees. It really was like a movie.

The scent of the sea, the light sillage of lemons wafting in the breeze, the old wood of the inviting taverna.

I opened my eyes and held the fragrance in my hand. Everything in this bottle is really remarkably well realized fragrance-wise. The sillage here is reminiscent of the breeze in which the lemons blow, as highlighted in my short story. It is very, very subtle, but perceptible in a light breeze. The longevity is unfortunately not as nice as my vacation and the rest of the overall package of the Birkholz fragrance. After about three hours, I could hardly notice it anymore.



Nevertheless, a big thank you to Philip Birkholz. You have managed to create a fragrance that takes me back to the most beautiful vacation of my life.



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M1ndfux 18 days ago 1
9
Bottle
8
Sillage
9
Longevity
9
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The wet and merry Middle Ages in a bottle.
A frosty night in a bygone era. Castles and other beautiful walls line the countryside surrounded by fields and forests. Away from the towns, there are cozy taverns along the way. Here you will find rest on your long journey.

You open the heavy wooden door of the inn. The room is large and warm. There is a fire in the middle. Musicians and bards play fast songs, city guards are engaged in a game of dice and even a knight has found his way in here to tend to his minor injury. Many people have gathered here this night. A group of ladies stands out. You sit down at the long, dark wooden table right in front of the women. They are laughing and celebrating. The wine from their clay jugs is often spilled during the commotion. But of course they are regularly refilled. Due to the rising heat of the fire, you suddenly perceive the smells of the room very intensely. The spilt red wine, which has been soaking into the old oak floor for generations, has turned into a pleasant smell. The scent of roses also reaches your nose shortly afterwards, as the ladies you have already noticed are wearing wreaths in their hair adorned with some of these wonderfully fragrant flowers. The scent of the old wine barrels adds a certain undertone to the cozy atmosphere.
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M1ndfux 23 days ago 5
9
Bottle
7
Sillage
8
Longevity
9.5
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A slightly darker summer fragrance
The soul of Bali. The name says it all.

When many people think of a classic summer fragrance, they think of parties on snow-white beaches nestled against crystal-clear water and cocktails with the familiar little umbrellas.

This is something else.

To reach the soul and thus the deepest interior of the island, you actually start at the beach. You equip your small wooden rowing boat with mango and pineapple and set off across a river into the island's interior. That's exactly what this fragrance does.

It starts with a fruity freshness. Mango slightly outweighs the pineapple. But it still comes through somewhere. After a while, woody scents announce themselves to the nose. The rowing boat is now in the tropical jungle. Green, woody and aquatic notes continue to come through. At the end of your long journey, you come across a temple. The fruity accords have already been minimized. The aquatic and green notes remain.

The fragrance is very pleasant. But please do not expect a fruit explosion. Rather a "cool freshness" that a few shower gel vibes bring with them.
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M1ndfux 1 month ago 4 4
8
Bottle
10
Sillage
10
Longevity
7
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This fragrance must suit you.
Ombre Nomade. The fragrance that started it all.

Here's a little story about my bumpy start in the world of fragrances.


August 2023.
A hot summer night.
I, who up to this point had no clue about niche fragrances and occasionally put on grandma's birthday presents a la Boss bottled and CK one, spent the evening in question on YouTube. The typical algorithms I usually give myself were suggested. Among them was a YouTuber with a new video that the slightly younger to young adults should probably also know. Drives a green Lamborghini Huracán and now a GT3 RS. He presented his perfume collection that evening. Rather uninteresting in my eyes - but I had to distract myself from the heat of the attic apartment and watched it anyway.

"This one is an absolute beast. I get so many compliments and this stuff lasts for months on my clothes."

This is where I got curious.
What are we talking about here? Louis Vuitton? I can't afford it anyway. I don't want to either. But... what does it smell like? What makes this fragrance so special? What's happening here right now? Questions upon questions. After watching the video, I thought about it for a long time. That's a lot of money for a bottle with the packaging of a 1940s medicine... what if I don't like it?
So be it. It can't be that bad if it celebrates it like this.

No sooner said than done. Ordered the highly praised miracle cure.

It arrived about three days later. My first product from Louis Vuitton. The hype was huge. The packaging was absolutely worth the money. Now straight to the fragrance. Unpacked and applied. Blue-eyed and naive as I was, I treated myself to two sprays... at the height of summer. Parfumo and "fragrance notes" were of course still unknown terms for me puppies.

My first thought was: I have never smelled such a horrible perfume in my life. Leather. Leather with an indescribable admixture. In midsummer, of course, that's a good thing. Of course, I didn't even know that this was a leather fragrance when I made this blind purchase.
As I had an appointment that day, the whole thing was of course even better.
Me, at 32 degrees in a T-shirt, sweating slightly with the Ombre Nomade in the city. Glances met me. Looks that I knew must be confused and almost disgusted looks. The sensory organs of the people who had to smell me that day had a lot to process.

After a bit of walking, I arrive at my appointment. As we had known each other for a while, there was of course no mincing of words. "Dude, what's that? Is that you? What's that awful smell?"

Bestial. The expression that perfectly describes this fragrance in summer. Pure leather - where after the drydown you could slowly smell the raspberry breeze. An incredibly intense fragrance on a day that could not have been worse.

Almost two years had to pass before I dared to try this fragrance again. Now with a slightly more mature nose and a larger collection. There must be (with a few dupes ((shame on me)) around 60 bottles that I can call my own. Despite this comparably larger collection, no fragrance has hit me as hard as Ombre Nomade. Every now and then, I still spray it in the air within my own four walls to remind me of day one. But now with less aversion. In the meantime... I can even like it.

The fragrance is special. It's wild, almost animalic. It pushes the leather into your nose even when you are standing on the other side of the street - and that with just 2 sprays. It's masculine and, in my opinion, quite oriental. Personally, being born more in the northern part of the world, I don't even visually match this fragrance. It must really be tailor-made for you... or you for it?
If you are the tuff leather jacket wearer who likes to go out on cold nights and hit the bars, this is your fragrance. If you're the coat-wearer who frequents pleasant and even upmarket establishments on a wintry night, you'll rock this fragrance too.

Hard leather. Pure leather... with a minimal raspberry in the background. Love it or hate it. You won't find anything in between.

Thanks for reading.
Have a nice day.
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