Nanachka

What an interesting beginning and what a sad ending.
The pyramid definitely has an udeclared lemon at the top (it's great, it gives a vivacity) and ambersomething with burnt sugar at the base, which, on the one hand, makes it mainstream, but on the other hand - how many times can them spoil everything with this "smell"?
Finally - flat, sweet, predictable, a kind of inexpensive Arabic perfume.

Stunning! But I would kindly ask the noble ladies, who are abundantly sprinkled themselves with this divine ambrosia during this hellish heat, to spare the poor plebeians and try not to use this vulgar public transport, but to travel exclusively with a private driver, as they should.
Beg Your pardon, thank you in advance.

Lovely delicate, natural aroma. Softness of flowers, as if from afar, slightly bitter herbs, ripe fruits. Clean washed air without any chemical notes.
Gentle summer, light joy, some associations with carefree childhood. A masterpiece better than some Hermes gardens.

I don't know how Csaba Balint manages it (he is the only one who does all the work, as a perfumer, manager and marketer in one person), he wrote to me that these perfumes are a dream of all his life.

I'd want more true perfume lovers will know about his creations.

Very unusual. At first I didn't like its sweet creaminess (cosmetic, not pastry) and dryness. Then I gave it a few more tries and understood it.
The promotional poster really captures the direction well, it's summer somewhere on a salt estuary, sandy slopes with sparse vegetation, completely deserted and a young couple sunbathing naked, no one and nothing to be embarrassed about - just summer, heat, nature and them.
This is how she or he can smell (yes, on the 18-year-old son it is also good) - young, hot from the sun, salty from the water and a little sweet from the cream body).
Sounds to me like an intimate and sensual, bodacious fragrance.

After repeated, but alas, unsuccessful attempts to find a single drop of well-preserved vintage, I have to say: "Goodbye, Dear Friend!" May you remain in my memory as young, fresh and beautiful, born for joy and seduction, as your creator intended you to be.

Apparently, you were too tender, time and conditions could not preserve your green and watermelon notes, some flowers in your heart have faded, sour shadows are imprinted on your profile and only the base reminds of what you were.

You've aged, we've aged, but it's a natural process, albeit a little sad.
You were unique, as evidenced by the lack of a large list of similar one. Your wonderful bottle I will tactilely remember always, in my memory you will forever be a favorite. And I will still look for you in new incarnations and hope that someday you will be re-released, rejuvenated and modernized.
Goodbye my beautiful, my Fleur d'Interdit!