Ninchen

I: It's simply genius. For me, maybe the best NR ever so far. Want it.
G: Come on, you already have three of them. It's always the same brew anyway.
I: That's not true at all. The direction is of course similar, but this one is much softer than For her. And much more mature than L'eau for her. And much more spring-like and carefree than the Musc Collection. And there's a minimal sweet undertone, just very delicate, that the others don't have - maybe a hint of orange or mandarin...
G: Yeah, yeah, what you can convince yourself of... Even the bottles all look the same.
I: Luckily, because I really like them. And this clear white just fits perfectly with spring and summer, simply a dream.
G: If this thing is so light, it probably won't last with you again.
I: Yes, it will, sprayed it on 6 hours ago and it's still there, even that fits.
G: But you said you didn't want to expand your collection anymore. You said you wouldn't buy anything else. NOTHING.
I: I know, you're right. This is the last one. It's just perfect and L'eau for her and Musc will soon be empty and both are no longer available. So this is a really sensible investment in my Narciso future.
G: Come on, talking about sensible and doesn't know where to put the bottles anymore.
I: I still have all of them well accommodated. And this one is so beautifully slim, there will be a place if the other NRs squeeze together a bit.
G: Your limit is 30. And a year and a half ago it was 13, if I may remind you.
I: You may not. And now SHUT UP.
Want it!!!

Addendum, 8 days later: in my enthusiasm, on the way home from vacation, I doused myself with it again at duty-free. Stop, what is this? Quite a (too?) floral, almost cloying note in the heart note, my better half (otherwise a Narciso fan) feels "harassed" on the plane (direct quote). Oh dear, the impression fluctuates (depending on the day's condition?), I guess I need to test it again before ordering...

The beautiful comments about this fragrance. The name that promises so much happiness. The bottle that puts me in a good mood just by looking at it.
It had been on my wishlist for so long, winking at me.

I was often on the verge of ordering a decant. I admit, almost a case for the loony bin, but a few days ago I seriously considered ordering it blind (due to a -48% offer)... Very, very unreasonable, my conscience whispered in alarm.

And today, it suddenly stood before me in this perfumery.

The sun was smiling in my heart, delicate spring feelings sprouted as I sprayed it on.

The first 15 minutes revealed a truly fine, unusual harmonious sweetness. Delicate and seductive and very special! Wow, this is going to be expensive, my conscience murmured in readiness...

But then my skin, which really should have a life of its own, (once again) threw a wrench in the works. STINK ALERT!!! For 2 hours. It. Just. Doesn’t. Smell. Good. On. Me. Not more and not less. There’s no beating around the bush. And it doesn’t help that the base then fades away quite pleasantly with a smoky-vanilla note.

In that respect, I wasn't even upset that "Sunshine" didn't develop any significant sillage on me, but rather just lingered closely to the skin.

Very unexpectedly, but dark, thick clouds have gathered before the sun. My heart squeezes out a little tear.

And it is still winter.

Since I have now at least embraced two Tesoris in my heart (I'm still not quite sure about the third), I was very curious about this one as well. I am genuinely happy for all the previous reviewers who have found a familiar companion in this scent, but I absolutely cannot warm up to it.
The first half hour after spraying, I am met with a penetrating, artificial hair spray note that lingers mercilessly and without any change in the air, and is far too intense, cold, and dominant for me - even with a light application.

The next approximately hour brings a bone-dry cream-powder mixture, where my mind's eye sends me the image of an opened cream jar forgotten in the sun in an endless loop every few minutes. The cream has become so dry and porous due to the heat that thin cracks are already forming in it, slowly but steadily shrinking away.

Since neither phase is exactly what I wish for in a perfume, I am not too upset that during both test runs, either my nose or my perception (or both) have departed for Nirvana, leaving me "scent-blind" - after about 1.5 hours, I could hardly perceive anything of the scent both times and therefore cannot report on its further development.

This is not going to work out between us - the fourth Tesori must move on and will end up in the folder "Flacons to go"...

How often have I sneaked around you, you wonderfully simple blue bottle with the beautiful star. Many times over several years I have seen you, forgotten you, rediscovered you, was enchanted, tested you, was fascinated, but not completely convinced. But I could never completely forget you. I wanted so much for your contents to please me as much as your appearance.

During my autumn holiday in a small perfumery in Spain, I searched the shelves for a scent to test. No exciting selection, but suddenly I see you. Sprayed, enchanted, again. An hour later, there was nothing left of you to smell. Probably sprayed too little, I thought. It was warm, and I didn't want to leave a scent cloud behind, so I was very economical.

Recently, I felt like bringing some variety to my collection. You came back to my mind. Should I buy you, even though I had never been fully convinced all those years? Reason won out; I would get you as a sample in a swap package. Then I can take my time to feel you out again, unaffected by your beautiful facade.

Happily, I received you and sprayed you very generously this afternoon. It's cold, so I thought I could spray a bit more. On my skin, you initially smell mainly of a mix of almonds and currants (which I already love in "Eve"). A wonderful combination, an incredibly delicious sweetness, but not sticky, rather with a fresh, light, carefree background - this exact mix has always impressed me, it’s simply magical.

45 minutes later, outside, I sniff at my wrist in delighted anticipation - I need happy feelings on the cold, windy way to the tram. I don't smell you. Where are you? Two hours later, in a café: I don't smell you. Three hours later: I don't smell you.

For whatever reason, you don't like my skin or vice versa. We just don't match, you pretty blue bottle and I. Even though I regret that very much. With this (non)longevity on my skin, you have played. Now. Really. Definitively.

I would never have bought Black Orchid in my life. If I had ever randomly tested it, I would have quickly moved on with a shocked shake of my head.

I received it as a gift from my better half when the fragrance had only been around for a few years. Why Black Orchid of all things???????? (I immediately asked this question - in a desperately neutral tone - after the first spray): "Because the scent is something different and not everyone wears it." Nothing more to add to that.

It took a long time - a very long time - before I wore it for the first time. And it took even longer before I finally had the courage to write a comment about it.

If this perfume were a drink, it would be an old heavy whiskey, where you feel instantly tipsy with the first sip.

I never find it easy to describe the different notes in fragrances. With Black Orchid, it is simply impossible. When I smell it, all I can think of is: dark, heavy, lush, mysterious, almost overwhelming.

It actually does not (I consciously use this word) suit me. I cannot like it with all my heart. It feels eerie to me. It continues to astonish me time and again.

And yet there are days when Black Orchid is exactly the right perfume for me. Those are the (rare) days when I need my peace and want to be by myself, even if I have to go out into the everyday world. On those days, I wear it. That may sound contradictory because many of my predecessors state that it makes you stand out and you won't go unnoticed. Even if that may be true, it has the exact opposite effect for me.

When I wear Black Orchid, I feel secure. It protects me from curious glances and annoying questions. It gives me an aura of aloofness. It keeps people at a distance, and that is exactly what I need on such days. Black Orchid is my little black battle tank. It builds an invisible wall around me.

The longevity can only be described as phenomenal. Even after many hours, the wall is still there, just as stable as at the beginning. Cracks in the wall? Not a chance. Risk of collapse? None.

PS. When showering, it's better to scrub with double the amount of soap; otherwise, the collapse won't work again....