Okarina

Cocoa tempts me. However, this is not a bitter cocoa. Rum and patchouli complement it fabulously. However, I miss a kick, something that gives this lush, cozy dessert scent a bitter accent. Since I am not a perfumer, I can hardly say what I am missing here, but I do feel it. I prefer my cocoas unsweetened, strong, and bitter. This one is elegant, but there is too much sugar in it.

I can always return to this fragrance. Many of my perfumes I prefer in certain weather conditions or during a specific season - however, this one wears well all year round. On cool days, the smoky vetiver notes provide warmth. On warm days, the fresher notes come to the forefront.
For me, it is still better than all the other vetiver fragrances that have been recommended to me and that I have encountered: Chanel Sycomore or Hermes Vetiver Tonka. With those, there is a (to my nose) somewhat synthetic note that I do not like.

The only fragrance that competes with Guerlain Vetiver for me is Chanel 19.

Eclat de Vert has captivated me. Almost against my will, I like the scent from Aerin. I find the brand's aesthetics too "American clean," the prices are very overpriced, and the fragrances feel like I've smelled them all somewhere else before, even if the quality (as is typical for all Lauder brands) is there. Nevertheless - the scent has simply enchanted me. The fragrance has a balance and elegance that I usually experience when wearing Chanel scents, but without exuding the same arrogance. Not a bit powdery. It comes across as summer-smiling and approachable.
Even with the notes, the effect comes through that you smell a unity. My (admittedly not super-trained) nose cannot identify individual scent elements - but while reading, I understand why the scent captivates me: Galbanum, Iris always win my heart.

For example, in Annick Goutal’s Chevrefeuille. Otherwise, the scent is what I usually describe as “freshly washed.” In the “freshly washed” category, however, I prefer others, e.g. Acqua Universalis.

The scent is perfectly fine, but I continue to search for interesting honeysuckle fragrances.

It opens with the green scent of the treetop and then becomes creamier, as if I were walking on a sunny morning with the morning dew on the leaves under the tree and then picked the sweet, ripe fig. Then a woody accent comes in, supporting the creamy fig. In my mind's eye, I sit there, leaning against the tree trunk, enjoying the morning, the sun, nature, and the wonderful fig.

This scent always tells me a story. Some are dissatisfied with the sillage and longevity - I am not. But then I also do not belong to the group of people for whom these two criteria are particularly important.