MossGreen

Prelude: long intro full of uninteresting life story! Here it goes:
As a teenager, I wore "Chloé (eau de parfum) "and didn't like it. Seduced by a pretty, oversized and no less impressive, far too perfect face on a rose gold advertising poster and an overworked saleswoman who quite rightly suspected an easy victim in my lost, disoriented person, I, without much hesitation from hard-earned Christmas money, purchased this bottle.
I wore it extensively, regularly, almost doggedly, always carrying around the perfect face in the back of my mind, hoping to transfer some of that beauty to my lackluster appearance, to perhaps convince the suitable man for life of me as a top candidate.

But we have never really fit together. And worked that, as was to be suspected, also only in my head. A few years have gone by, The dating era is over (thankfully! Hopefully?), and Chloé has become a forgotten relic of another time in my life.

Until I found a sample of this fragrance here. It had crept into my collection, defying the watch list, and was already threatening to feist an unappreciated existence until I read more closely. "Absolu aha... probably like the original, only with proper volume. Or as with so many Absolues, Intenses, extraits and what else there is simply vanilla and tuberose pure, shake vigorously and re-market.
Nevertheless, I tested the sample. Just like that.And I would be carried back, to another time. Uncertain, full of overwhelming emotions but also full of passion.

And like me, Chloe has grown up. Absolu shows itself clear but not strict, minimalist but not structured through, warm but not lulling. Like a woman who has simply let go of a lot of things she thought she needed for a long time.
The Chloe DNA, that typically austere rose, clearly shines through and doesn't stray anywhere throughout the fragrance either, but the vanilla dulls it right at the start, rounding the edges, taming the spikes, and gently accompanying it to a grounded, unseasoned and soft base.
Don't misunderstand: Clean is still the fragrance, it also fits perfectly in a dentist's office, an office or a car dealership. Only he is no longer the pretty lady with pulled parting and ironed blouse and white nails at the reception, he is rather the warm, warm and well-groomed woman from the administration, whom everyone likes to have around, who always has an open ear and now and then brings the best cookies for everyone.
But you don't really know much about her life, because she always remains professional and clear.

I think it's dreamy.

A little commented scent, specimens there, no bias by background information of any kind and sometimes nothing to do: perfect for a blind test.


The fragrance starts immediately with something green. I mean to recognize galbanum, but this one is very different from other interpretations, which I think are very successful.
Since the Untitled fragrances I have been addicted to this green-tangy, juicy little bush and am happy every time it appears somewhere in a fragrance pyramid.
Here I have it now also in my nose, but nothing is fresh and juicy here and if they had not been named, I would never in my life have come across bergamot or tangerine.
I do not take citric freshness at all.
But instead, an indefinable and overloaded, almost milky creaminess, which in combination with a synthetic sweetness, which also reminds me of gummy bears and the lost box tree, somehow gives the impression of fermented green waste.

With this image in my head, which has formed completely before my eyes after about half an hour of wearing it, it is difficult to continue to follow its course neutrally.
The boxwood moves noticeably into the background, the milky (I suppose it is supposed to be fig leaf) and the sweetness picks up speed and the impression of a melted gummy bear in the bag actually remains.
Removed, this "residual composition" now reminds me of a kindergarten locker room.
Slushy rubber pencils, forgotten sweets in much-used backpacks and jacket pockets, dried-out green from the adventure playground in the woods, which has got lost in the hoods and ekes out an undignified existence there, until mum collects it from the folds, shaking her head in the next wash.

My poor galbanum...

What I have not tested everything in the search for a fragrance with which I feel comfortable around me.
Which I can wear always and everywhere, in every season and at every event with a clear conscience.
In short, Dia Woman is just that
I can't understand how this fragrance could burp up anyone in this world, as it glides skillfully and nymph-like over the olfactory receptors, flattering and and completely unbiased nice, yet intense and powerful.
The name, Dia, couldn't be more appropriate. You can smell like this every day, this is how women start productive and eventful days.

Yes, the first sprayer frees aldehyde-laden sinuses and yes, it clearly smells like soap
But how!
I always wanted to capture this fragrance in a bottle and I was sure that if I could do this, I could become rich with it.
Well, to my happiness and sorrow, someone else was already pursuing this thought, and if you look at Ellena's biography and compare it with mine, it quickly becomes clear why he succeeded and not me.
(with a distillery and some garden herbs I probably won't get far there).

I want to bathe in this fragrance, want to cleanse myself with its clean radiance, which ensures that I simply feel good all around me.

Dia Woman is no substitute for a shower (please don't!), but it is the icing on the cake of the cultivated everyday appearance, the finishing touch for all those of us who like to make a statement with understatement.

I leave (as so often) the description of the fragrance to numerous more talented scent noses here and set just a small modest monument to my subjective perception here in a small corner, where it hopefully doesn't just gather dust like the old piece of soap that fell behind the bathroom set.

If I could, the bottle would already be in my cupboard. Now I collect share fillings and sniff my nose sore at this masterpiece

(And yes, the colour of the bottle is absolutely unsuitable, turquoise, white or shiny silver would certainly be more suitable).

I found it somehow fitting that neither a picture nor comments were available for this fragrance.
This fact somehow envelops him with a mysterious aura and that fits well to his actual effect.

Here I have to do with something that never came under my nose like this before.
A playful, flirtatious scent that is reluctant to reveal its secrets.
Spicy and tangy masculine, lovely and fresh feminine, sniffy and frowning again, biting oud! No...magically fresh spicy woodiness!
Well, what now?

Aniseed, citric and oud fall into the house together with the door and let me back.
Who came up with this strange idea?
But as soon as my arm is at a safe distance from my indignant nose, it takes on a magically fresh spicy composite that is soft, comforting and somehow inciting at the same time. Encouraging, invigorating and at the same time soft.
Like a mother who gives her child a wigging, but at the same time gives her hand to show that she will not abandon her child and they will try again together, this time it will work, because this time the child is not alone.
They'll show it to the world.

Charming.
The fragrance unfolds its true complexity only at arm's length distance.
Therefore, it is also difficult for me to describe it more exactly.
The bitter, here slightly biting oud, whose girlfriend I have never been, growls at me throughout the entire fragrance process, but it is so skilfully surrounded by fresh spices, lovely flowers and creamy base notes that it simply becomes harmonious.
A fruit that I can't name more precisely also pulls a certain juicy sweetness through the entire process and prevents dehydration.

I agree with a previous speaker, it seems unbalanced and overloaded, but only directly on the skin.
The radiant scent veil, on the other hand, is more than fascinating.
I could only wear this fragrance as an experience, not as a perfume, but it takes me on too much and tells too exciting a story

So I'm not sad that the hiking package has to move on. But of all the tested scents of this Mr. Bejar, this one is the most memorable and exciting.

"Darkness" what a name... perfect for my mood, oriental-gourmandig puts on the crown and my decision, which scent of the little hiking letter I would like to test first, has been made.

A sprayer on my forearm and I startled back. What's that? What's that? Darkness?
No... Shower!
Memories come up in me:
××The first time showering in my friend's apartment, a spontaneous decision, no care products, then it must be his shower gel ... inappropriate, unpleasant but somehow beautiful. Maybe it'll be something serious?××
××My first men's fragrance I bought when I was 14: Otto Kern's Signature. The vulture knows what rode me back then. Then I didn't wear it after all××

The fragrance is for me, especially at the beginning, the cheapest shower gel synthetic. And above all, it's glistening bright. As colour associations I most likely think of crome or bright green. That wouldn't be too bad, because this sweet citrus musk cloud is not unpleasant, but what does it have to do with oriental, gourmandig or my beloved amber?
Shortly before contacting the nice donor of the hiking package to see if the inscription was correct, I read the sparse contributions to this fragrance.
"Synthetic start subsides."
All right, I'll wait.
And wait.
And wait.

Actually I can notice a slight change after about one hour. It gets a bit more woody and harsher, I have to think of Oud, but a rather powerless one, which stays shy in the background, and probably does me a favour, too, because this new resonance in the otherwise sweetish fresh chord bites for my nose. Gives some depth to the simple balanced scent, but it is so in tune with the sweetness that everything starts to get a little sour and I actually get a little dull in my stomach.

But he seems to be changing and I'm eagerly waiting for the base.
But not much happens anymore. The "black amber", who probably is responsible for my oud-association, bobbers a bit further forward and works together with vanilla against the sparkling head, but with moderate success.
What remains is a touch of imbalance, which now, after a good 6h, says goodbye without resisting.

No gourmand, no oriental, no darkness.
I'll put it on file.