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After I had the pleasure of testing Clayton for the first time yesterday, it was Herod's turn today. At this point, thanks to the generous donor; may you always have full bottles and never a hair in your food!

Yesterday I approached the matter very light-heartedly, because I didn't know any fragrances of the brand and - fully on purpose - didn't inform myself about them. After all, it's a well-known fact that popular fragrances that attract a lot of people are viewed quite critically. (Don't get me wrong: criticism has its raison d'être and scepticism is often appropriate. I'm a bit tired of it that such olfactory wars and fundamental discussions arise from it :-)
If they are not yet part of the back goods, an extra-large magnifying glass is used. Not infrequently, not only the scent and fragrance house but also the wearers and pendants are thoroughly examined. It can't be that it simply pleases.

Really? I couldn't care less. Oh, what have fingertips been sore here to the point of corneal development, what have tears been shed... What I will never understand, and I will never understand universally, is that people, apparently in a crowd, in herds, often seem unable to accept that you will NEVER agree with EVERYONE.
Not with this scent, not with others. If we all liked everything equally as much... Oh, please. Please don't!
If someone then calls me a fruit fly or Christmas cookie - I have been insulted worse.
Since this fragrance is at the top of the chart here, you automatically have to take a close look at what's wrong with the stuff. So I looked, I smelled and... i immediately added this Parfums de Marly scent to my Mari magnet list. WOW! It knocks me out of my high heels, honestly! If I didn't have sore muscles from yesterday's tango, I would start again right away!

Immediately after spraying the fragrance welcomes me with a note of cinnamon. This is quite dominant, but very pleasant. It is accompanied by a soft, woody undertone that is very close to the skin. This chord remains, but is complemented by incense, which I perceive as a very distinctive tone here. But the whole thing is wonderfully balanced. The spicy sweetness of the cinnamon is somewhat slowed down by the smoky aroma without steaming the fragrance. The tobacco note, which I can also perceive strongly, rounds off the olfactory play. At this point I could also perceive something pleasantly delicate floral and was overall really very delighted.
The fragrance does not change abruptly here. It is accompanied by the always cinnamon note, which I find very pleasant and attractive, like a cinnamon kiss after snacking on cookies. At some point I noticed that the spice of cinnamon was wonderfully complemented by the warmth of vanilla, that a pleasant freshness as well as woody spice were added and that the scent is very soft and round in a very pleasant way.
Whoa, guys, how does that smell? The scent has a not so strong Sillage as Clayton, this may also be due to my restrained dosage. But I thought it was just right. The scent was never penetrating or beating, but I was always attracted by this cinnamony-soft aura, I had to touch my skin with my nose again and again and was very delighted and... happy. So here again my selfish request: Wear this, dear men, please!

Is the scent worth the price? That should probably be up to the potential wearer to decide. Just like everything else. The other opinions are then also not relevant.
The fact that I am celebrating such sweet and spicy scents at the moment is a bit new for me. Maybe it has something to do with this year's hardships. Maybe my tastes have changed. Maybe it just smells great. At Christmas time with the cookies, the scent always fits. It's just possible that you'll get nibbled

Many moons ago I wrote a commentary that revealed a lot about my moving ovaries. The scent that achieved this effect at that time eventually disappeared. But the feeling, which came over me, I can still remember very well and vividly.
Today I received a fragrance package from a dear perfumer who also added some Layton. And BOOM. Loins in tango mode, please fasten your seat belts!

A lot has been written about it here. For me the fragrance house is still new, was still a perfume de Marly virgin. Whether the fragrance is overpriced or not, I'm not really interested in right now! Because: ES.RIECHT.SOOOO.GUUUUT! EXCELLENCE!!!

I am also not interested in the scent, which can be heard in any case. I don't care that it starts off lively and fruity, then becomes soft, warm, sweet, spicy, vanilla... I don't care! It's just so good!
He doesn't remind me of Boss Bottled either. Pffff. Sorry, Hugo, please sit. Now it's men's turn!

I don't really care that he has unisex qualities. Although, wait, wait, delete the "uni." YES! Then we're already on the subject! The scent quickly puts me in a mood that can definitely be experienced in different positions. I don't know if it's allowed to write here that a scent makes you horny, so I'll leave that alone. If I should offend someone with it, I am not sorry either. SORRY! My head's so busy right now, I can't forget to breathe. Once the blood starts to boil like this, the brain doesn't stand a chance. Brain can take a break for a few hours.

I am aware that this is MY opinion and therefore neither applies to all women nor is it otherwise representative. But... Really, from the depths of my hot body: ES.RIECHT.SOOOOO.GUT! Please please smell like this, dear men!
*purr*

Your Mari

I had wanted to test this fragrance for a long time and last week I was ready. During a shopping tour Baux was allowed to get close to me. To be on the safe side, I also had a sprayed test strip given to me. So Baux was my companion on that day, which became more beautiful and distracted from the grey dreariness, which was floating in the sky above me

The fragrance opens with a charge of pepper, which is not too hot, but, paired with the spiciness and sweetness of cardamom, is elegant and restrained. A very pleasant, balanced smoky scent quickly follows, with a very sensual wood tone. The fragrance unfolds ever sweeter, but accompanied by a pleasant, delicate freshness. I often have the feeling with cypress that it smells slightly citric.
Even before the base of the fragrance is heralded, the warmth and subtle powderiness are noticeable. At this point at the latest, the fragrance is extremely seductive, even for me, who is not so keen on sweet scents. The vanilla note joins in some time later, rounding off this wonderful fragrance experience. Every now and then I had the impression that a hint of a velvety cocoa bean wanted to participate in this work of art.

I don't really like paper-sweet smells that remind me of Christmas baking. But this one, he won't let me go. I keep running to the test strip and smelling it, rubbing it on myself. There are scents that are seductive, but clumsy, almost vulgar. Not so the Baux. I found it to be close to the body, as close as you only let special people get to you, but then with skin and hair. This closeness can create a tingling eroticism. Not clumsy "I feel fruity and jump on your limb", but devoted, engaging, but also giving and surrendering.

Personally, I wouldn't wear it unless it was just on my wrist for a sniff. Yet I find the scent absolutely unisex. And it's perfect for this time of year
Defitively, it does not smell like standard cake, but is "One of a kind". At least for me.

Sunday morning, 5:10 p.m. The deafening noise of a butterfly flying past the bedroom window wakes me. I try to open my eyes, but fail at first. At the second attempt I am successful, but immediately regret it. The warm sunrays burn into my retina. I groan loudly and turn away insulted. The crackling in my back is drowned out by my mason. I slide gently to the floor and crawl into the bathroom on all fours. Somehow I manage to pull myself up by the sink with the mental strength worthy of at least a Jedi. I stand wobbly and hold on like a long-term pensioner clawing at the walker, but I stand. What the hell happened last night? I remember bawling out "We're going to party through till morning and sing bummsfallera" and the taste on my tongue testifies to a few shots of tequila. At the thought of it, my stomach turns over and my brain grumbles at the head cinema. Just for revenge he sends me a nausea that has washed away. My head is throbbing. I remember yelling "Geronimo!!!" before I crawled into the cab. The cab ride was fun, too. The taxi driver didn't want my tips for more efficient driving or my cheesecake recipe, but he was so happy when I fell on my nose as I got out of the cab. Good man.
I look in the mirror. I think it's broken. There's a nasty Hobbit looking at me. I decide to buy a new one tomorrow, and I need coffee now. And two aspirins. Or two coffee and an aspirin. Oh, I'll be spontaneous
I should take a shower, I decide, after the smell of the freshly ground beans brings me back to life. But I'd rather lounge around a bit. The sun outside gives way to a beautiful grey. You don't have to be results-oriented when the sun has gone down. I go back into the bathroom and am proud to stand hands-free. I grab the white bottle and spray two or three times. Hach. It's okay. I feel fresh, well-groomed, and my headache is almost gone. I congratulate myself on the wise decision to have had TWO aspirin for breakfast. The scent is not disturbing, which is often the case with many of my favourite scents after a night of dancing.
I make myself comfortable on the sofa with a blanket and enjoy the soft, warm but not sweet scent. My faithful companion for migraine, greyish sad mood or other adversaries of a similar nature.
I notice that the day is coming to an end and decide that the daily work is not yet finished. I'll have to take another run at it tomorrow. Keep on lazing around. Sometimes the world just has to go around without me. Or two. Lively and smiling I fall asleep.

I'm at a red light with my 68hp super scooter. I am quite late and therefore impatient. I look around and see you. I immediately have a stone in my stomach.

The last time I saw you, you tormented me very much and smiled bravely. See you soon, you said, but it was goodbye forever
I had no idea what pain it was for you to be near me. We met in a phonetics class. We quickly became friends, since we had the same kind of humor, liked the same bands and had similar interests. You used to laugh when I imitated the professor. I laughed when you told jokes. We exchanged books and discussed them during the breaks
I was so happy to have found a real friend. One you can fight through the college craziness with. I didn't realize I was more for you. I probably should have realized it, but I never had a feeling for it before. I didn't realize that your hugs with me always lasted a little longer than with the other students. I didn't notice the way you smelled my hair. When you kissed my hand to greet me, I thought it was a joke and laughed. You always sat down with me and as if by chance our arms touched or your book was accidentally lying at home and we had to put our heads together over my copy.
At some point, after many joint lectures and seminars, you couldn't stand it any longer. You always hoped that I would come to you and turn you and me into a we
But it didn't. So you left. Dropped out of school, out of my life
I was sad, but I understood

Now you stand there and wait for the pedestrian light to turn green. You look good. Tall, still athletic, the dark hair and the well-groomed beard frame your face. Your outrageously long eyelashes only hide a small part of your smart, shining eyes. You are wearing a fancy suit and a briefcase. You look nervously at your watch. I wonder if you still smell of Hugo. Because that used to be your smell. So many have worn it, but for me, that smell will always be associated with you. Fresh, spicy, a little woody. Very 90s style - but it looked so good on you.

I don't know what I would like more: For you to see me and I can smile at you one more time, or for you to walk past me without paying attention.
That's when you gave me a mix tape. I didn't know that was part of your courtship. You played your favorite Metallica song on it. I'm nervous, so I turn on the radio.
Sometimes there are such coincidences in life - and on this day one thing had to happen that I see you here. I had to be late, otherwise I was a painfully punctual person. A road was closed and I was diverted. And now the radio station is playing "Nothing else matters". You look up. You recognize me. You shine at me and wave
I wave back, smiling slightly hesitantly. For your eyes are sad again after the great surprise and joy of seeing me again. You walk past me with your head bowed. On the other side of the street you turn around and look at me. You smile bravely. You look at me for a long time, then you touch your chest with your right hand. On the heart. I have tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. So I don't realize that my light has turned green. I don't hear the horn behind me either. You laugh out loud and point at the light. I get a fright, then I start driving. But before I do, I'll take a quick look at you. Still smiling bravely

In another life, you told me then. So long.