Meggi

"Say, what are you fiddling with me for?"

"Well, listen, I'm a lover! I'm a French lover, to be exact. I knead a roll here, pinch a nose there, tickle a nip..."

"You are something else Sneak up on them and quietly start with the amorous activities. How long have you been doing this?"

"In general," you mean? Since 2007. Or specifically now with you? Since this morning! And what does 'sneaking around' mean? You finally sprayed me yourself! In full knowledge of my name!"

"Oh, and then you can just make out on the quiet? I think you're confusing the two: politeness, manners, good clothes - you're not supposed to notice that on the spot, you're supposed to have only perceived it as a memory in retrospect. It's different with fumbling. I, at least, like to get them straight away. Why do you go at it like that?"

"Reaching is the key word! Here I can at least really get at it. In America they don't like it that much, I'm only allowed to thunder down incognito

"Well, you know, it took me a while to catch your act. You don't have to hide your qualities You offer... well... certainly no demonstrative sexiness, let alone primitive broad-leggedness. Your appearance has style: the angular-sharp start, green-herbal with bitter iris. You don't want to make it too easy, do you? Maybe secretly be conquered on your part? It's probably not by chance that I have to think of Brussels sprouts, which I also had to conquer in the course of my life - as a child I loathed them because they were bitter."

"Brussels sprouts...?"

"It's just a picture, don't panic! Whoever smells carefully will soon feel its sensual core. There's an idea of sweaty - have you taken a pinch of cumin? After two hours, your skin is almost warm and spicy. And yet at the same time distinguished and tart. Restrained, yet strong smoke completes your morning routine."

"Mmmmmmh...I like that better!"

"From midday onwards you become calmer, the afternoon is calmly woody-green and in the course of the day vetiver becomes more and more distinct, fresh, powerful and clean. You even seem to rasp a little liquorice out of it, probably to make the vetiver a bit rounder, darker and more tobacco like. You can smell all this wonderfully lovely!"

"I'm very touched by the way you looked at me... Do you really find me attractive?"

"I think so! And next time, let me know before they start having sex, okay?"

In the past, when there were only three television stations, they were accompanied by a clear number of programme guides. My weekdays, by the way, have practically the same colours as the "Hörzu" to this day: Monday is yellow, Tuesday green, Wednesday blue etc

In the Hörzu, the actual entry was always written in smaller letters under the actual entry when a feature film had already been broadcast. With older or reliably popular films like "Pillow Talk" this could be a quite impressive series of dates. Maybe the increasing space requirement in the annual cycle had forced the end of this strange custom sometime.

If there were a list of other scents of the Em-eukal candies of the wild cherry variety, I would spontaneously include two names: the Lucas plant 'Black Gemstone' and 'Une Nuit à Bali - Suma Oriental', although I can no longer check either, because the corresponding specimens have long since been distorted. And also in this case a single test has to be sufficient, the sample tube (many thanks to Ergoproxy!) only gave out a tiny droplet.

These sweets are underlaid with cowhide leather oud after about half an hour. Aha - a quite extravagant composition. Soon the oud note comes across so rough and leathery (it even says hello to 'Epic Man') that one might think of a somewhat over-exaggerated, yet not un-original variation of the raspberry-leather-idea.

A hint of heliotropic bitter-mandy-like sweetness gradually dissolves the sweetness before our em-eukal receives reinforcement within two hours: of morello cherries from the glass - sour is that. In the further course of the morning the... "fruit" takes over a more reserved, simpler sweetness (vanilla above all, almond if you like). The calming effect is good. The development is supported by a certain reduction in content to a sweet leathery texture with a hint of candy, with patchouli cocoa. This doesn't seem as contrived as before, the abundance of information is fortunately misleading in this respect.

As I progress, I get a little carried away. A distant memory of the older fruit from 'Red Hoba' by XerJoff comes to mind and the cherry theme remains present. From the afternoon on, a softly oiled sweetness is whispering silently, maybe a somewhat lame "Finishing Part 1", which is essentially over after eight hours. After all, there is - unfortunately, apparently only as a bouncer - a carpet of dark musk, softly fructified sweet and sweet like candy, as a conclusion of part 2 until the evening. Nice! The rearmost end or part 3 is musk on a rest of vanilla.

Conclusion: On balance appealing, but not completely my construction site.

Tauers 'Attar' is one of those fragrances that make a special claim. Not because it would be particularly difficult - I do not share the thoughts expressed about waste oil or the like.

But from the front:

I wasn't only warned by the comments so far, the dosage form spoke volumes: A tiny bottle with a screw cap, attached to it with a white ribbon a small stick for application (some people are really good - thanks to CajunMoon!). Caution must be exercised here.

Mr. Tauer personally points out that it is pure perfume oil, without any stretching ingredients. And indeed, wiping the oil-wetted stick over the skin is sufficient for sufficient application. It is not about volume, but rather about intensity and sustainability.

Spontaneously I would have guessed something from the oud/wood-and-patchouli corner. Plus a diffusely acidic touch like dried fruit(!). I smell the announced jasmine, pale and bitter, barely on my wrist - and that much later. The more balsamic aromas also reveal themselves only there. Smoke is only reported to me for the projection, I have to imagine it myself.

In short: For me, 'Attar' is simply an oud replica. Wood, wood, wood, all from the darker and stronger direction, flanked by tart aspects like coarsely tanned leather. In style, this moves quite close to 'duro'. Whereby the latter focuses more on spice than on floral elements and shows even less willingness to compromise in its appearance. In the wood, however, there is a closeness, so cashmeran might also play an important role in the Attar (as was perhaps to be assumed anyway).

Such a fragrance - especially when it does not flatten its power, but tries to transform it into intensity - is not content to be one among many. In this respect, I sense the claim that by merging with the wearer, beyond the role of a signature scent, it could possibly become a singular scent. A purely subjective sensation, of course, as I've only felt it with a few perfumes so far. Micallef's 'Akowa' was one such case, in parts of Amouage's 'Epic Man'. But above all, 'violet+' comes to mind. violet+? Exactly: violet+. No use looking it up. I'm aware that it's pretty mean to use a fragrance as a reference, of which there are only a handful of testers, and I won't give mine away. But it's no use: 'violet+' is a study from Divergent (look it up again; see my blog article) about real oud, and after difficult hours, the fragrance develops from its central substance just that addictive, quiet, yet spacious presence during the day, which I think is indispensable for a potential singular fragrance. Even after days, no, weeks it still hangs in the sweater - and incidentally makes the oud worship of antiquity understandable.

And unfortunately Tauers 'Attar' is not able to ignite such a Lechzen with me. The guy grumbles and rumbles heartily to himself during the day, but the final undertow is not there. By the way, I did not miss any tests, fragrances with such ambitions need time after all.

PS: Funny is the look in the range, seen at Les Senteurs in London (nice shop!). When next to all the other Tauers stands the tiny bottle with the attar, like a bottle baby.

A hint of citrus gives way in a flash to a balsamic mixture of livestock with a hint of caramel sweetness and floral, green-herbal-potato-like appeal, which I like to call "Carthusia potatoiness". A pinch of bitter-dark spice - carnation? Soon, a leather from the patchouli corner rises first into the ham-like, before it develops a citric-acidic-rotten mustiness, which reminds me more and more of Neil Morris' rotten leather from Fetish. By no means are we dealing with fragrance twins - in their respective unwavering determination, however, the two fragrances unquestionably have clear parallels.

Such a leather grunt may not leave the animal part unanswered. It also becomes stronger in the course of the morning. Starting with a relatively harmless castoreum he gets very dirty and for safety's sake he is supported by an indolent, but just un-fucked jasmine. Meanwhile, the spices exude the indefinable haze of an old spice cabinet. There is no reason for astonishment, something else would hardly have fitted into the overall picture.

Nevertheless, the leather muff clearly stands out from the animal in my perception in the first few hours. Strange, when I tried the fragrance for the first time years ago, I found it much more animalistic and unpleasant at the time. Grown experience, optionally dullness? Of course, with such a self-diagnosis regarding the use of Lui, caution is advised. Others will find him no less irrational at first go. This is not to be an accusation, the fragrance certainly lives up to the manufacturer's declared intention!

Only around noon does a shift become apparent. Directly on the skin, the latent repulsion still predominates, and with a little distance there are now signs of an advance of vanilla ambergris, a note that in retrospect could have been anticipated for a while. In the afternoon, it gradually loses its animal character. It becomes rounder, more amber-like, you could say. But the leather is not beaten. Occasionally I now think of a tarry, leathery, smoky tobacco that smells like Lino Ventura looked like. Or better: the bodyguard of Michael Corleone from "The Godfather, Part III", the gnarled guy with the black hat.

Towards the late afternoon, the vanilla-ambery amber colour dominates, but without ever becoming entirely pleasing, there are patchouli and - I find it hard to believe - the potato green note of the beginning. It remains full of character.

And now for the question from the title: My "I don't like" list ends with: "...and overly smelly animals." Is Lui now my "all too"?

Hm. It needs a certain experience (or habituation), it is not easy. But in the end he manages the tightrope walk and - no - he is not my "all too". I rather find him exciting, striking and unique in his unconventional mugginess. Whether I will ever have the format to wear it, I do not know. It is undoubtedly made for completely different types

I thank MisterE for the rehearsal.

Children should be introduced to real life in good time, but with care. That is why I was already on the Reeperbahn with my daughter. In order not to overdo it with the speed of the approach, however, I had chosen the Reeperbahn in the contemplative Kappeln on the Schlei and on top of that it had been late in the morning

All joking aside, the child had already walked along the "real" Reeperbahn on a class outing at primary school age and then giggled and printed out a giggling report about the unusual products in the shop windows...

Now finally to the fragrance:

Creamy green fig, garnished with citrus fruit in the front, she quickly develops a Campino fruit candy attitude. In addition, there is quickly a slightly furry impression (furry-mushroomy - that is certainly already the musk!), which makes me think of kiwi skin. I suspect the fig is made from a rose-obscured general fruit and something green-rough, plant-juicy, I guess a little leaf-green blackcurrant. Which is no harm at all

Admittedly, I cannot remember the smell of the white oleander I used to have. To have a round impression of the fragrance, I don't need it anyway. There is no component "left over" for me - because in the advanced morning there is simply a softly trimmed fresh-sour green compact left, which reliably takes me through a somewhat cooler summer day.

In the afternoon, the chemical framework behind the freshness is revealed in all its glory. Hedion, Helional and ISO all seem to be noticeable to me. The fig theme has become a shadow of its former self. Of course, the fragrance does not smell bad, just more like a harmless deodorant for women

What all this has to do with the "Kiez" is not clear to me. Well, the party-goers striving there may be panting after a fantasy staged by shrewd businessmen in order to feel somehow "wicked". The most audacious thing about the fragrance is that, unlike the three colleagues in white cardboard, it is wrapped in black cardboard.

Moreover, of the four Hamburg scents, 'Kiez' is the one with the greatest voltage drop to the back. The other three are maintaining their solid level really well over the day. It's a shame that of all people the last one in the row...well, now he's dancing from the same one; actually, today I wanted to praise the stamina of the Acqua-di-Hamburgs once again.

Nevertheless, it is hereby acknowledged for the others.

Conclusion for the fragrance: Reeperbahn in Kappeln.

Conclusion for the series: With this supplier, the customer receives decent scenting at a reasonable price. In comparison with the Touri-Nepp brew 'Aqua Wissemara' (85 Euronen per 30ml!) from Wismar, the Hamburgers are clearly ahead.

I thank Gerdi for the rehearsal. I had received all four fragrances from her, and always in the same 10ml travel bottle!