Mokka

I've been sniffing my skin for days, spraying my wrist right, left. Then again back of the hand, elbow, press nose deep into the pores....
But the Malvs lets me hang with growing enthusiasm and beginning love and remains silent.

Today my path finally begins with him and he whispers images into my ear; landscapes arise before my eyes. On a very early day my feet carry me out, across the wide meadows at the end of which are hedges, bushes and trees. The world still lies still quiet, occasionally an animal rustles, a bird rises into the first light.

The air is fresh, cold and clear, slightly smoky, fog is still hanging in the grass and I am glad to have chosen sturdy and above all waterproof shoes.
Apple trees stand in the distance; the harvest has begun.
There's a trail of pepper in the air.

I prefer to go these steps alone, without disturbing fire by human voices, mobile phone ringing or worse still engine noise.
This silence is one of the few gas stations for my soul. It gives me the softest dry sweetness on my inner restlessness, minimal balsamic-creamy, warms and soothes. Nothing makes noise and screams, whips and pushes.

The path leads back into the house, to the fireplace.
A quiet crackling and crackling fireplace welcomes me; grounded again, healed with much joy and desire for romantic cosy hours.

The fragrances of this brand that I have tested so far irritate me, leaving me astonished and helpless. Too much happens on the skin, it gets chaotic, my nose gets toiling and ploughing like stupid.
Maybe you can't grasp it, maybe it's wanted like that.

With this candidate, I have finally been able to grasp a thread. I confess, I need a little order in the scent process. There could come any bait run along and plunge me everything into chaos!

The Strawberry Love Pop starts with a synthetic marzipan note. Quite quickly afterwards the strawberry takes the lead, but is quickly pushed away by flowers.
From here both push forward, hoping for the first place.

Slightly annoyed, I want to give up. I knew it! A flowery fruit compote is not really my choice after all.
The whole thing is not too sweet up to here by the way.
So I stroll for an hour, two of them for all I care, so I don't really know what to think of this performance.
Maybe you could put a bottle with this content in the fridge before spraying. Thus one has at least a short-term cooling with the momentarily nevertheless partly strenuous temperatures. I don't mind strawberries.

Slowly some cherry pushes its way into the crowd. The memory of Kirschlollis from my childhood or that of my children flares up briefly. This has something of a bitter cherry, though. Somewhat smoky it also seems to be, acid mixes with it.
This fragrance takes the lead and pushes away the undecided fruitflowery one.



The supposedly boring fruit flower compote has now become an exciting fragrance.
Whereby the first hour certainly also has its fans.

Everything went well again!

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Sillage moderate
Shelf life at the moment moderate
This could be due to the high temperatures and should be tested again when cooling down.

Of the brand absolutely unknown to me, the Oxford interested me most because of its fragrances and sent me a sample of it.

In the beginning I was not able to give the start the necessary attention and at some point I quickly ended up with the impression: Ha! vanilla. Vanilla per se I don't think it's really bad, but sometimes she comes around the corner sticky sweet or as an annoying cuddly monster; then I'm quickly bored to stressed by her.

Therefore, further tests were absolutely necessary.
And behold! Br />

The start is what makes me feel absolutely fascinated and blissful.
It is tangy and citrusy fresh and at the same time wonderfully tart.

Here the bergamot probably grabbed the basil for a dance and did a few laps.
This combination ensures that my pulse accelerates and my mood rises.

If there is some jasmine running around here somewhere, at least she doesn't bother me.
I think this first round is simply successful and fantastic!

Afterwards a slight metallic smell is added, which is not disturbing in any way. On the contrary, there is tension in the dance, the rounds become a bit slower, the pulse rate becomes calmer.
The metal smell remains until the - initially unsweet - vanilla wants to mix in


And the stronger the vanilla becomes, the more the metal withdraws.
The vanilla (probably supported by amber and patchouli) takes the lead from here on and the scent changes.

Little by little it becomes balsamic, sweeter, fortunately not too sweet!
There's still a bit of a tug
Whether oud plays a role here or whether it is due to the muscatel sage, I cannot say.

My little rehearsal is enough for at least one more dance and I am looking forward to it very much.

Conclusion:
I would have enjoyed the first round longer.
I find the tart citrus prelude absolutely successful; it is like a freshness kick, as I know it from no other fragrances of this kind.

Sillage is not too powerful, retreats relatively quickly.
Durability was enormous during the first test. I tested the fragrance in the evening and in the morning the vanilla was still a guest on my arm.