MlleTaffanel

The Bad Segeberg sawmill is our pride and joy
In the sawmill Bad Segeberg there's a lot of sawn wood

Who still knows the above song by the Wise Guys? Since I wear December (so since this morning) I have that as an earworm.
With me, the fragrance smells really extremely woody. The spices and pepper trickle a little in the background and the rose is completely evaporated. The only non - woody fragrance that lasts longer is the lime. Normally I'm not averse to citrus aromas, but here I'm already glad that it disappeared at some point, rather soon. It is too artificial for me - bath cleaner-like.
What remains is the lightly spiced, even lighter floral wood.
Who now thinks I would not like the fragrance, is mistaken. I even find him very appealing (and like the smell of sawmills).
Considering the whole coniferous forest, I can very well explain the choice of name. I still join everyone who would wear December at any time of year. I can also imagine him quite well in the summer.
Room-filling the sawmill is not, rather restrained. Only young trees are processed here. For this it has stock, for 7 -8 hours.

Savoy Steam falls into my classic prey scheme: roses and Penhaligon's. A test was therefore inevitable.
The first impression was- surprising. It was already noted by my VorschreiberInnen, the top note is unusual and has something of bath additive (probably by the rosemary). The rose fights through but very quickly and dominates the further course.
Unusual it definitely is. I can't put my finger on exactly what it is, but the rose does seem to be steaming (perhaps the incense resin?). Or it's hazy. Or veiled. In any case, she's not a classic floral-sweet-soapy-rose. To me, she is timeless, knows no age or season. Because of this steam - mist - veil, Savoy Steam is one of the few rose fragrances that you can wear in autumn without permanently having chirping birds in front of your eyes. But do not get me wrong, the rose is quite sweet and light, just not exclusively.
The durability is actually meow on my skin. Hitverdächtig it is, however, on the clothes, quasi an upper - class - laundry spray, the whole day durchduftet.
I think I will afford this decadence in time....

Sometimes I'm superficial. I checked out the "portraits" because.... well, the bottles are cool. The color of the perfumes too. I, whose closet is usually only clear - white - fragrant equipped, wanted to admit something color.
The beginning made "Bewitching Yasmine". The starts - oh wonder - with jasmine, but not unreservedly sweet, but with a very spicy leg note, which I like immediately. The cardamom stands out in particular. Coffee stays very much in the background, thankfully, too much coffee gets on my nerves quickly (purely olfactory).
The spiciness becomes stronger over the next few hours, the oud comes through. For this, the jasmine flower disappears. The fragrance remains sweet, however, which is probably related to the vanilla. A gourmand - vanilla one should not expect, however, "Bewitching Yasmine" is more a spice than a sweet shelf.
And it is opulent, a nice evening - accompaniment. In the office and (in my case) at school, I'd rather bypass it. Students would smell me not only throughout the class, but through half the school building.
According to the backstory, Yasmine is from Egypt, hence the spices, and wants to hook up with a guy in England. My interpretation is that she clings very vehemently to her suitors, as Yasmine holds - no understatement - for hours. She even clings to clothes for days, so firstly you have to be VERY fond of the scent and secondly you have to think carefully about what to wear for the next few days. Three days later, I could still detect the scent on the coat sleeve I had pulled over the vest sleeve I had pulled over the shirt sleeve. I had to wash my scarf anyway, no other perfume would have had a chance otherwise.
To me, Yasmine may hang on for a long time, because I find the fragrance great and can not get sick of it

This was actually a fragrance sample that I ordered for my husband, because he is described here in the forum as very masculine. The gave me after a spray the filling on: Too sweet. Huh? How now?
Then I used it and actually, even on me he develops not at all tart or masculine, but rather sweet. For pronounced masculinity, my skin supports neroli too well. I find the top note incredibly good, unfortunately it disappears far too quickly into nirvana. The rest of the course is determined by a feeling of "yes, this one is pleasant, but nothing more". The leather comes through me only very weakly, which I quite approve, For this I can perceive the neroli very long, as was to be expected.
As well as the top note, the rest of the fragrance disappears pretty quickly. After three hours, I smeared my hands with an olive - hand cream and that has almost completely covered the smell. There I was then but a bit disappointed, because.... well... as I said, pleasant I find it yes, the Moon Fever. .
After 5 hours, only a bit of sweet leather is perceptible and I research how much a short, pleasant feeling actually costs. Some have already mentioned it here, the price is also me too high for neroli, leather and a nice bottle. For work, this would be a good scent, but for the price, it would have to last a workday.
And so I will use up the bottling and keep Moon Fever in good memory. I'll get him but not.

I am now for a good month at Parfumo and already richer by 3 findings:
1. Patchouli is not always repulsive, but now and then quite good.
2. That which fits least in the Beuteschema, surprises the most positive.
3. I like Penhaligon's.
The last realization hit me when I tested the portraits up and down and found them all, sometimes more sometimes less, great. Especially Bewitching Yasmine, which won me over with its spiciness. That brought me to Halfeti, the Tolstoy among fragrance pyramids (compared to what I usually prefer). Or the Wagner - opera, depending on what one the sense stands.
Admittedly, the top note is still rather classic masculine. But if that is once passé, I find the fragrance really decidedly unisex. Then comes to the freshness and spiciness namely a clearly perceptible floral sweetness in addition, which moves Halfeti strongly in the gender center. The individual fragrance notes, despite their opulence and massed appearance, are not overwhelming, but skillfully blend into each other. Thus, every time I sniff my wrist, I perceive another of them more clearly. In between, I am overcome by the association of mint, although it is not listed at all (must be something else). Finally, a woody spice rose asserts itself, which I find terrific. I also perceive oud and patchouli, and again I like the latter.
Halfeti accompanies me all day, even after the shower he waves me cheerfully and can not decide between male and female. Exactly that convinces me then, because drawers are there to be opened and concrete gender attributions are anyway passé. That's probably the fourth realization within a month. Thanks for that!