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I really wanted to love Honour Woman Eau de Parfum. Floral, delicate, elegant, meant for special occasions. I tried it twice but I just can't wear it. I feel like I've been put into an old blouse belonging to someone very fine, rich, who has long since passed away, and I can't figure out what it is.

Then a sample of Honour 43 fluttered into my home. I shook my head, stored it away in the sample box, and sadly closed the Amouage cap (by the way, I love the bottle design).

For some reason, I thought about the sample today and applied the fragrance. And I am enchanted! I don't know why, for me the two smell almost identical but this one merges with me and makes me shine.

The fragrance is meant only for very special days, so I will only get a decant, but it makes me happy! It also reminds me of La Femme but it is somehow softer, more delicate, and yet more expressive.
No overwhelming flowers, they don't suffocate me like in Honour Woman Eau de Parfum. They sail down onto my skin and envelop me in a gentle embrace, making me strong for a day when I need to shine (and not just for little children, whose wild empathetic facial expressions are enough to make me feel like I'm shining like the sun - and those little faces really cast my own radiance into every shadow).

A new love. For special days.

He's got me. Right on target. A scent that acts on my nose like an aphrodisiac lure. Uncompromisingly perfect, flattering, attractive (undressing), not too much of anything and not enough of everything, because I always want more...

I had his golden sister before, which I liked very much, but, as it often is, something always bothers me. With "gentle Fluidity (Gold) | Maison Francis Kurkdjian," it was probably a touch too much of the vanilla sweetness that bothered me in the long run.
Here, everything I like is included in wonderful harmony. Just soft enough that it doesn't become too spicy and yet bright-woody, which keeps it clean and clear for me. And that without becoming trivial or too accommodating. Serious, honest, edgy but freshly shaved. Warm eyes in a cool tone. Quiet but assertive. This image comes to mind whenever I perceive the scent trail from my wrist.


I believe this scent is the most pleasant thing I have ever had under my nose. If a man I also find sympathetic were to wear this scent, I would probably annul my marriage. And since my husband vehemently refuses to let anything other than Wūlóng Chá Extrait de Parfum touch his skin, I will simply wear it myself and enjoy my androgynous side.

Ps: by the way, this is the scent about which I unknowingly wrote a blog post. Now I have it!

There it is again, the sweaty leather jacket. And it annoys me so! These wonderful clean scents, infused with Iso, "pure, delicate and creamy, a bit like a second skin."
What can I say... they correspond to my skin chemistry, I believe, a little too much.
Because when I apply these fragrances and they merge with my skin, I can literally watch them lose their clean freshness and shove a hefty dose of unwashed human right under my nose. And I take hygiene very seriously! My environment should smell that way too (or not, depending on how you see it)

So, I once had a leather jacket. My only leather jacket, probably until the end of my life, and I wore it often and gladly when I had just outgrown adolescence. Unfortunately, for some reason stated on the care label, I couldn't put it in the washing machine, and this pro forma student lacked the money for regular professional cleaning. Since I also liked to wear this jacket to parties, I couldn't help but notice that it eventually emitted a peculiar smell. Not really unpleasant, but something in that mix of deodorant, tanned animal skin, and young woman gave the jacket almost its own body odor. I eventually disposed of it and didn't think about it anymore, but when I first wore "Molecule 01 | Escentric Molecules," I immediately thought of the smell of that jacket.
By the way, I also think of this when I come across the creepy word "menscheln" in any statement. There's something repulsive about it. One's own body odor, but slightly unwashed and then also alienated... as if you were looking in the mirror, everything is as it should be, but something about the proportions subconsciously tells you that what you see in the mirror is not really you. Another self. Once incorrectly assembled, even though every component is where it should be...

Well, long story short: No detergent, no freshness, no cleanliness. A stranger in the mirror who should wash her leather jacket.
The test strip still smells fantastic in my bag, and I really mourn the scent because it's great. Just not on me.

Bye Iso-E Super, bye "12 | Twelve | Valjues," bye Molecule 01 and all the others that have encountered this fate on my skin.

Most "sunscreen" scents that I have had the chance to test were packed with frangipani-neroli-coconut-lemon-vanilla-Hawaii-Caribbean-papaya mush, which for me is always just exhausting and reminds me of overpriced fruit juice-alcohol mixtures that are sold here in bars as cocktails at a premium. This has little to do with vacation for me.

With Knot, I have found a scent that immediately takes me back to the holidays of my childhood. I can't remember exactly what it was that my mother always smeared on my sisters and me from head to toe amidst great protest, but when I fell asleep in the evening, crusted with sand and salt, with instant iced tea-orange in my belly, wild, knotted, and sun-bleached hair, pine resin on my knees and elbows, it smelled just like this around me.

The orange blossom is very dominant, but is kept in check by the citrus fruits, making it appear rather transparent and fresh, like in a cologne, instead of being cloyingly heavy. Rose casts delicate floral veils over the heads of the main players and then snuggles up with lavender in the dry-down to gently let the sparkling day fade away. Fortunately, the scent does not come off as herbaceous or bitter at all, but rather creamy, juicy, and lightly floral-fresh.
I can only guess where I get the pine association from, as there are no woody notes listed in the pyramid. It could be the lavender combined with tonka that contributes to a slightly dry base.

Note: My comments are usually quite factual, objective, and at best even informative. The following: rather not.
This comment comes from the naive and inexperienced early perfume days, when fragrances still ended up being tested everywhere. It was never posted, as I deemed it too harsh. I dug it up again and decided to publish it, as this scent encountered me today at 20 degrees and glorious spring on the playground and has already ruined my entire day from the start. Hence the decision to leave a little warning.

"A spritz of this fragrance leaves the freshly acquired bottle. A spritz in the crook of my neck, unfortunately on the collar of my sweater, followed by a deep, curious breath. But that should take my breath away. Sticky, dense, suffocating, and overwhelming. As if someone grabbed me from behind and shoved my whole head into a giant pot of 'almond-tonka cream.'
The sticky, sugary mass fills my airways, my lungs, presses my diaphragm against my ribs, and screams: Today, I take no prisoners!
Completely taken by surprise, I dash onto the terrace and shed my sweater. I stand at 2°C and swirling snow-rain dressed in nothing but a tank top in my garden, trying to breathe.
The birds are puzzled. Fluffed up and in a bad mood, they sit in the fir tree waiting for better weather. Instead, one of those strange hairless mammals disturbs their peace and gasps while throwing off clothes."

In retrospect, I am sure the birds would have almost fallen from the tree as well, but my memory is clouded and lost in the fog. I had to dispose of the sweater, as I could never get the scent out of the fabric.
I can only urge everyone, should they endure and even enjoy this scent for reasons I cannot understand, to use it sparingly and in no other season than the deepest, darkest winter.
The wave of horror caught me unprepared today and hit me cold. I mean, who does such a thing? In spring? On a playground! There are young, innocent children and usually exhausted mothers from home-schooling/office/workplace whatsoever around. And tearing off clothes unfortunately doesn't help when someone else is wearing the scent.