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From the very first moment, it was heading in that direction...

When their eyes met for the first time, she recognized the desire in his striking face, and she liked it. He saw the longing in her dark eyes, a longing he was all too eager to satisfy. He loved losing himself in those eyes full of fire and passion, gazing at her face framed by her dark mane, captivated by her beautiful, full lips when she was focused and unconsciously bit her lower lip. In those moments, he would have given his life for her. She, in turn, enjoyed knowing he was near, feeling that he would always be there, would catch her if she stumbled, would hold her if she became weak. His strength and power drew her in like a magnet. He was blissful from her infectious good mood and laughter.
But they were still just dancing around each other. They eyed each other from a distance while passion and longing grew one after the other. Bittersweet pain, unfulfilled desire. The air around them was electrified.
At some point, when their gazes met again, it practically sizzled, and the tension became unbearable. As if guided by magic, they moved towards each other. The starry sky above them provided enough light, and the water sparkled like thousands of diamonds. A dreamlike night.
At first, their steps were slow but unstoppable, then faster and faster until they stood very close together. She was a head shorter than him and had to look up at him. He looked down and gently moved a little closer. This way, they could now feel each other's breath, the heartbeat, even the bubbling of blood in their veins. Tenderly, he placed one hand around her well-shaped waist and took her hand with the other. He led her, and she felt his determination and clung to his strong shoulders. They danced and danced, becoming more and more passionate until they finally surrendered completely to each other, drenched in sweat.

She loved the scent he exuded and tried to inhale it with every breath. An enchanting, elegant, spicy-warm bouquet of flowers and spices that were both present and intimate at the same time. When she kissed him, she smelled those soft, sweet notes in which she could completely lose herself, yet they still demanded something from her. Did he smell sweet, bitter, or both?
In the end, she didn’t care, because he smelled so wonderful, so different from anything she knew, she wanted to absorb the scent and carry it with her forever. A fragrance full of grace, elegance, temperament, and strength that knew how to highlight the personality of the wearer. She lost herself entirely in the moment and stopped thinking.
They loved each other with devotion, desire, and passion. It was as if she had waited her whole life for this moment. To him, it seemed she was made for him; he just had to find her.
As she gasped for breath, tilting her head back while biting her fiery red lips, he too came to a conclusion. She slowly fell asleep in his strong arms, her limbs twitching repeatedly.

When she woke up, she was in her bed, alone. The scene of the night had faded. She blinked and thought for a moment: She had been at the festival by the shore last night, where he had also been. He. The butterflies in her stomach took flight. She smiled. The scent of the previous night seemed to linger in her nose. Instinctively, she brought her hand to her nose. Yes! That’s the scent. That’s how he always smelled. Like tango. And last night, she had played tango. And someday, she was sure, she would dance tango with him. Until then, she had the scent for herself.

It is striking that we keep talking about scents and memories. Whether in the forum, in comments, or wonderful blog posts - it seems to occupy us all, especially at the moment. No wonder, considering what is happening. In difficult times, it seems automatic to want to indulge in memories. Especially in beautiful ones.
Salva's wonderful comment drew my attention to this fragrance. Nanu, I thought, how come I have never encountered this before? Chivalrously, a sample was sent to me via express delivery. I will be forever grateful because this scent had been a companion for years without me knowing it. So I must retract the statement "Nanu, how come I have never encountered this?"
The attentive perfume reader suspects that this will be a personal comment. If you don't like that, I sincerely wish you a magical day and refer you to the comment below me (which you should have read anyway).

I have already done some processing of the past here, and so some of you may know that I came to Germany with my family from Poland at the end of 1989. It was a tough time, even though we did not flee from a war zone out of fear for our lives. Nevertheless, it meant leaving everything behind, everything we had and everyone we loved. That affected me deeply.
My parents always worked hard and rebuilt everything from scratch. I am so grateful to them for everything they did and still do. In the initial months filled with language barriers, financial disasters, hostilities, fears, and the constant feeling of being completely out of place, my parents made great efforts to provide security and support. But they couldn't. How could they? They too were uprooted, had no foundation, and were struggling through.
When I started school, some semblance of normalcy returned. But I didn’t understand a word and had to really fight. And now comes the greatest happiness I experienced during that time:
Mrs. L.
She was my class teacher and an angel. Undoubtedly. Without her, I would have taken a different path. She welcomed me with open arms. She had the gift of looking into one's soul. She recognized what was happening with me. She gave me the support I needed. Literally: She held me tightly in her arms when I was not feeling well, pressed me to her chest, and offered me comfort. She believed in me, helped me learn the foreign language, assisted my parents by giving them furniture, filling out applications, and so on.
So much love, so much dedication, care, and kindness I have never experienced from a stranger. That was a long time ago, but to this day, I remember how she smelled. Because she always smelled the same. I loved that scent and practically inhaled it. A fragrance full of warmth, flowers, love, softly fruity, gentle, so gentle, cozy. Everything I longed for.
Just recently, I spoke with my mom about that time and about Mrs. L. My parents were and are also grateful to her for everything. I told my mom that when I close my eyes, I can still smell her. I would love to know what kind of perfume it was!

And now I tested Mitsouko yesterday. Bull's-eye! Mrs. L.
Mari sits there, tears streaming down her face but happy, indulging in memories.
I will see this scent as a whole, as my Mrs. L., and not break it down into components. For me, it is one of the most beautiful fragrances in the world. Forever.

A few years ago, I called her because I wanted to thank her for everything she had done for me. I was nervous because such a long time had passed. Teachers meet so many children over the years, it’s hard to remember each one. Still, it was important to me.
With trembling hands and a pounding heart, I dialed the number. After just a few breaths, someone answered on the other end of the line. I beamed. It was her warm, loving voice.
I said, "Hello, I don’t know if you will remember me. I came to your 3rd grade class in early 1990 and couldn’t speak a word of German. ..."
"Mari?"
I can't even express how intensely I cried. I thanked her for everything, and we talked and talked. She told me a lot about herself and that she was now a grandmother. Every word of hers flowed through me and wrapped me in a warm cloud. And all the while, in my nose, back then still unaware, was the scent of Guerlain's Mitsouko. But for me, it was the scent of Mrs. L. Forever.

Time and again, there is talk of all-rounders, crowd-pleasers, panty droppers, or other classification options for fragrances, debated and criticized. Pah. Completely unnecessary, just wanted to say that. Stop talking, buy this one. Done.

Similar to all-purpose cleaning products that tackle everything in the household, the garden, the garage, the car/moped/two-wheeler/tricycle/balance bike, and the yacht, this masterpiece can be used. It's that simple. For anyone who thinks they have too large a collection: Sell everything. Buy this one. Done.

Are you meeting for coffee at a café in spring? Perfect.
Do you want to take a nice trip to the countryside in summer? Perfect.
Do you want to take a walk in the woods in autumn? Perfect.
Would you like a fragrance that doesn't overpower the aroma of the Martin goose? Perfect.
Are you an eye doctor and want to avoid disturbing patients up close? Perfect.
Are you a hairdresser? Your clients will love you. Perfect.
Are you a lawyer and want to avoid annoying the judge? Perfect.
Are you a driving instructor and can't ventilate well on the highway? Perfect.
Do you work in an office with many people and want to avoid stepping on anyone's toes? Perfect.
Are you smitten with a colleague? Perfect. (She will notice you and this one.)
Do you want to make a positive impression on the supplier? You will.
Are you having a series marathon with dear friends? Yes! Perfect.
Are you young? Perfect.
Old? Yes, still perfect.
Do you have any gender? Hey, great, that works too!
(The perfume was mistakenly referred to as "Homme," the person responsible was distracted because he was cleaning his shoes with his 16-in-1 cleaning product on the side.)

You will get through every single scenario well during the day, maybe even the night.

For me, this is probably the most beautiful unisex fragrance I have encountered so far.
The transparent woody notes paired with warmth, a subtle floral note, delicate sweetness, the zest of mandarin, and the slightly bitter spice of rosemary simply always shine and impress.
The scent is elegant, very finely balanced, and has an incredibly beautiful aura that stands out but doesn't scream. Understatement of the highest class, which enchants, caresses, lulls, keeps you fresh, makes you melt away, appears subtly sexy and well-groomed, lightly scents the wearer, and yet is noticeable.

I sincerely thank you for the generous sample, which really hit me hard and blew me away. I am very grateful to have gotten to know it. It continues to impress me more and more. Merci.

There are things in life that are simply beautiful. Some are even really beautiful. Increases in enthusiasm are not excluded. Whether it’s a delightful smile that takes your breath away, a truly delicious meal, a beautifully staged photograph, a natural landscape that leaves you speechless, or anything else that is beautiful. Every little person gets an increased pulse from different things. And that's a good thing.

And then there are things that are SO beautiful that they leave me personally quite speechless. Anyone who has had the misfortune of dealing with me knows that I rarely can keep my mouth shut. I usually do this 1.) when I eat, 2.) when I sleep (though that's only optional...) and 3.) when I am truly speechless because something/someone is so wonderful. In the worst case, I stammer foolishly, look at the ground, or giggle like a little girl. Amusing for others, but a bit embarrassing for me.

I received this noble drop from JasON, to whom I would like to thank for this heavenly olfactory experience! Sweet as he is, I got the double package together with Shooting Stars - Star Musk. According to the fragrance pyramids, I assumed that I would prefer Star Musk more, as scents whose main theme is woody notes don’t usually excite me. To my own surprise, I liked both equally well. Liking... pfff... is an understatement!
When I tested these masterpieces, I stammered, giggled, and got glassy-eyed. Afterwards, people checked my pulse because I neither ate nor slept and still kept my mouth shut. At least for a while... ;)
What an art! WOW. The scent is so wonderfully composed, the individual components are woven together so beautifully, I ... am speechless. Still. Overall, Amber Star starts fresh, but is immediately soft and subtly floral, then becomes smoky-spicy, always underlined by noble woods. It gets sweeter and even softer over time. Indeed, like a journey to the stars!
I propose that a star should be named after this scent. Amber Star sounds more beautiful than most star names I know (though that’s not my field of expertise, and I can only find the Big Dipper with guidance!) and maybe we can pool our pocket money together, then it would be enough.
Or, one could invest in these scents, which are now available at a good price in a double pack. Well, not really a bargain, but cheaper than owning a star.

In conclusion, this would not be a scent I would personally wear. Although it is infinitely beautiful. It is almost too beautiful; it almost hurts. A journey to the edge of what I can bear, almost at the brink of burning. So I stay on Earth, sigh, giggle foolishly, and let it and its counterpart drift away. But I will keep the butterflies in my stomach. *sigh*



PS: You can find much more about the scent and its development in JasON's wonderful comment, which I would like to recommend to you. :)

... And then it happened so quickly!

Suddenly, you were right in front of me.
I had longed for you for so long!
I dreamed of this moment for nights, woke up delighted, wanting only you!
I knew what was about to come, yes, it HAD to.
Because I wanted you, with everything that was dear and precious to me.
I wanted to let myself go completely, to soak you in, nibble on you, within me.

A breath of air came through the room, warm, bringing in the bouquet of the flower arrangement that stood on the table in the next room. I shivered a little, but I wasn't cold, quite the opposite! You looked so sexy and smelled so good! I closed my eyes and enjoyed the lovely scent. I thought of your perfect shape and size.
I sighed with delight. The cinnamon-spicy aroma paired with clove-warm apples caressed my nose, which was now very close to you. And then...

BAM. Right into my mouth! Oh dear, I got a bit messy, WHO CARES. Because:

I LOVE apple pie, especially the incredibly delicious kind fresh out of the oven!

This scent doesn’t remind me of the teen movie American Pie, but it evokes really delicious associations. More grown-up than the 90s original, more elegant, sexier.
In the opening, fruity-fresh, then this incredibly attractive heart note of clove, cinnamon, and apple, gently accompanied by whispered floral accords, in the base woody and fresh, close to the skin, YUMMY. The apple-cinnamon note always floats subtly along but leaves room for the other fragrance notes.

I admit it: apple pie belongs with cream. Or vanilla ice cream. Or BOTH.
The scent doesn’t need that, but if you like, you can smear your partner of choice with it and then lick it off. You may, you don’t have to. ;)