Mogwai

A fragrance that bears the name Oceania and then is filled in a corresponding glass bottle that further emphasizes this name - this fragrance should create a connection to the ocean, the sea.

Does it?

In my opinion, no.

Fine citrus notes are perceptible when sprayed.

Quite quickly something warm, strong, comes to it, gently accompanied by citrus notes.

A similarity to the base of Amber Star is recognized for me, this layered with some Lemon Line of Mancera.

So smells to my sensation after Oceania.
Too bad
Had expected something fresher, slightly cool, more Ocean.

Sprayed this morning around 7 am, still present.
A warm sweet sensual cloud surrounds me.

Fine fragrance molecules, constantly changing, like an LED light with changing colors

Vanilla and the sweetness, muted in its intensity by the malt note
citric-floral-sweet, the bouquet of flowers from the heart note,
Jasmine, more I can not smell out,

creamy-citrusy

A piece of wood, drizzled with juice from an overripe lemon

A brief flash of a smoky note that reminds me of smoked bacon, unfortunately.
Quickly, however, the subtlety of the fragrance is present again, warm creamy sweetness, sensuality

overall a small Xerjoff masterpiece.


Tested this fragrance today for the 1st time and I like it.
I only read the comments and statements afterwards so I am/would not be negatively biased or possibly too positive.

Close to the skin and no sillage is not comprehensible to me, with every movement the Dama Bianca moves with and not unnoticed.

Katalina has written the following in her statement:
So beautiful!
Fruity muddle, powdery floral meadow, creamy musky vanilla cloud.
Body heat renews in batches for hours.

This is very apt and fits Dama Bianca to a tee,

sensual-warm, creamy, citrus-floral-sweet


I have quoted Katalina's statement 1:1, if this is not desired, I will remove it again.

So Xavier sang in some song.

The first spraying and sniffing on the wrist was a shock, nee uuuh
Like dog shit, a musty cellar in which once was a workshop and still old oil residues, petroleum, hang in the air.

Not washing it off requires patience,
yes be patient,
wait,
give it a chance.

I have researched this Cypriol, it is described among other things as particularly earthy, eagle-wood-like.
That's probably the note that's causing the bad smell

I remember years ago when we were kids playing in the streets
When the road was dug up, it smelled extremely earthy. We kids found that smell as chewy.
This unpleasant perception goes away quite quickly, already in the next few minutes.

Then a smell of old burnt oil, or paraffin, remains very dominant and in the short term extremely pungent.
I sniff my wrist at short intervals.
I am briefly reminded of licorice, but only briefly.

Slowly a breath of sweetish flowers comes into my nose.
They are fighting a battle with this petroleum-like stubbornness.
More and more sweet, slightly powdered flowers are appearing.
They fight their way through. They're trying to get rid of that horrible smell of burning old oil and kerosene.
The sweet flowers begin to fill the room. Directly at the sprayed place they still fight with the unpleasant aroma.
After about 50 minutes this can still be perceived.

But the magical flowers win. They dance like dust particles in a ray of sunlight. A sweet, warm spray of flowers.
Figuratively a bowl filled with this burnt oil horror, in this one strews small ground sweet enchanting flowers with a pinch of powder and this in a sunbeam warmed up and flooded with light. Warm sweet magic.
More and more flowers more more.
Winning the flowers.

I don't feel the flowers as tuberose, as I know them from other fragrances, but they are wonderful.

No sticky sweetness.
A warm dry sweetness.
Addictive, lovers of sweet scents.

Little by little the last unpleasant note is displaced.

What remains is sweet warm magical
I'm surrounded by an unbelievable sillage

I wrote my statement after the first shock of getting to know each other
I didn't wash it off. I'm glad I didn't.

We must be patient

Phoenix from the ashes has risen.

A masterpiece

Bright, friendly, dreamlike scent cloud.
Light and delicate like the flutter of a butterfly

A sprayer, I can't smell anything
A cloud of scent is already forming and unfolding, like foam from a can.

It is a wonderful soft and creamy mild lemon sweetness, the lemon smell that is created when a lemon peel is grated without fruit acid.

I think of the little red lollipops that existed years ago, cost 2 pfennigs, and had a light-green stole.
Such a lollipop dipped in a vanilla cream pudding, some lemon peel on top and a little Bebe cream.
That's what I think of the smell.

The scent is as soft and light as when butterfly wings touch the skin.
Wonderful, a dream cloud, bright, he has nothing that I can assign to the word Black.

Black Swan is very reminiscent of Une ville, un parfum Moscow
The Black Swan is perhaps a little sweeter
Moscow is a little heavier for that.

Moscow, the big sister
Black Swan the little
Prima Ballerina also belongs to this family

After about 2.5 - 3 hours the similarity to Moscow becomes even clearer.
This mild, creamy, very delicate lemon note and the warm, soft vanilla.

Yes the three are related, Une ville un parfum Moscow, Black Swan and Prima Ballerina
Close your eyes, grab one of them and scent yourself, there's nothing wrong with that.

Black Swan
light fine noble
soft-creamy mild-lemony reserved-sweetish
dreamlike wöckchen scent

Am a lover of Amber Star and Star Musk, these two are, once sprayed, no longer smelling away and unmistakable.

From time to time I souke smaller amounts of Xerjoff fragrances, many of these samples still need to be tested, for that I need time

Around January of this year I got my first taste of Polar Stars; nothing came across, no relationship was established.
The little shooting star was put aside for the time being.

Recently, in the summer temperatures I sprayed a second time.

Ooh, the shooting star has appeared on the horizon and floats around me, immediately there is devotion.

My first impression: delicate creamy lemon mixed with a noble wood,
woody powdered citrus crumbles - grated lemon peel - steamed with ebony and musk powder.

Must think more of Italy than of Polar.
Was years ago in Porto St. Elpidio and Porto St. Giorgio, in a house with very dark wooden beams, marble dark shiny furniture and many terraces and balconies with plants. Which plants I unfortunately do not know anymore. But the smell of Polar Stars reminds me of these places and the house must have had a similar smell.

The citric components of Polar Stars are enveloped and steamed by violet and rose, accompanied by warm, caressing, powdery musk.

A very restrained scent, merges with the skin and is clearly present, with every movement I perceive it.
When I am sitting in the summer wind, this little fragrant shooting star floats around me

This Polar Stars has something incredibly special.
Close and wonderful I sniff another note: soft and warm, not definable for me.
Can it be the mixing of the fragrances with the chemistry of your own skin?
It reminds me of Süsskind's "Perfume".

In the evening, when it got dark and the stars came out, I took him to bed with me, he was allowed to rest against my neck.
In the morning while making coffee in the kitchen, I stood in his, or rather my own, fragrance cloud, he got up with me, tender and reserved, not a bit pushy;
Polar Stars has endurance, discreet, but durability is given.

and now this unique shooting star is staying with me. I love and adore him.
Thanks to the grand parfumeur who created it and to the dear Parfuma who let it travel to me.


fine citric, woody-powdery ultra-light sweetish,
wonderfully fine discreet endurance
perfect fusion with the skin
restrained
Summer scent