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Lipstick Rose by Frederic Malle...
i can't describe how much I was looking forward to the first scent impression. Lipstick Rose, the fragrance notes that made me eagerly await, violet, raspberry, rose, wonderful!
Full of anticipation, I pressed the spray head.
But what the hell was that? I saw my prejudices confirmed. A faraway niche, no doubt about it. Urine. Diabetic, sweet, full of urea. And then an unbelievable scent that is not without comedy. It was there all of a sudden. Out of nowhere.
The most beautiful, sweetest rose ever, erotic, downright disreputable, but masterfully composed.

I no longer smell expressly lipstick, not just vaudeville, not just sultry brothels, not just faded red velvet curtains, not just the weighty brothel madam who hides the value of a mid-range car in bills in an Aldi bag under her mighty bosom, not just sweet girls and buxom women with pom-poms on their breasts and suspenders on their legs and lecherous clients waiting in the musty semi-darkness on wooden chairs with a Coke until their 20 minutes have come. No, there's much more. He was there, after 20 minutes, 20 minutes again. Seemingly out of nowhere. The turn of the scent.
Chloris, Rose du Matin, Rosa Alba. discovered by Decement, before 1842. court gardener to the legendary Josephine de Beauharnais, Empress of France. Anyone who has ever had the good fortune to smell Floris in the flesh will never forget its fragrance.

Utopia... the disturbing movie from 1983, that is the movie for this fragrance.
A confusing look into the abysses of human desire. Hardcore. Brutal. Sweetly turgidly depraved.
I often treat myself to a spray on my wrist in the evening. And inhale this fragrance every second to catch even the smallest nuance. To savor. The violets, so sweet, so heavy. And they are there, also in the form of the Rose du Matin, Floris, which itself smells of violets. This rare, special type of Rosa Alba, its stunningly fine, sweet fragrance.

This perfume by Frederic Malle is grandiose, subtle, wicked, erotic, musty, seductively sensual and different in its very own way....A decadent masterpiece!

Misia... the first time I heard her, I knew it was her.
Isi and Jacky, the first time I saw them, I knew we belonged together.
Many months passed, we met regularly, each time for far too short a time.
Fluffy, fluffy, cuddly, tender. Not smooth, classy and sophisticated, like Ory, my silky white cat prince. No, luxurious, opulent and elegant in a lovely way.
Now they are mine, through happy and unhappy coincidences or rather fate, with their long fur and bushy tails painted as if by an artist's hand.

When I wear Misia, the balls of fur change, they purr and snuggle, enraptured in their feline world, clearly inspired by Misia, this wonderful scent.

Misia starts with a top note of delicate yet dominant peach rose, similar to the legendary original Chloe, which also dominates the heart note.
The finest violets join in right from the start, and a little later the fragrance transforms into a feminine, fine cloud of powder with a light touch of iris, which never becomes too ladylike thanks to the fruity rose accords. The fragrance is like Isi, the cat lady and her brother Jacky, the adorable ragdoll couple: fluffy, cuddly, a lovely, opulent and luxurious revelation.

Misia is the fragrance I've been waiting for so long. The fragrance that I didn't know would touch me so deeply. The fragrance that reminds me of something without being able to name it. A fragrance that I have always known without even suspecting it. Misia is a modern interpretation of the classic Chloe from 1975, but without the chypre influence. Ageless, familiar and yet new. Just like the wonderful meowing balls of fur, Isi and Jacky, who embody Misia. You can't say they don't intuitively have an excellent sense for the really fine things and they hit me right in the heart!