Ponticus

At last! The turbulent days are over, the days before the days, the days between the days, the festive days themselves and now almost the days after the days. The anticipation was still quite nice, but the celebrations themselves are now too hectic, too loud, too many opinions, considerations and changes to the usual daily routine. The world around her is changing fast, too fast for her and even faster than before. This is not only because she is already old and tapered. She also no longer wants to be part of everything. Her pale, gray hair hangs straggly over a face full of wrinkles and deep furrows that leave traces of a long life too often and too clearly. Nor does it make her any happier that she surely shares her fate with thousands of other women. Her courage to face life, her desire for new things and her happiness seem to be buried in the past.

Now she has retreated back into her own little world in her room and looks at her Christmas presents, all still neatly wrapped and unopened. Even though everyone was shouting under the tree, unpack, unpack, please unpack, she saved this personal moment for later, as always. Now there is peace, now there is silence and she spied the gift from her great-granddaughter. This one is her favorite of all, because she reminds her of her own youth with her love of dancing and rockabilly parties. As an attentive, interested listener, she is also interested in her old stories and the greying great-grandmother is happy to oblige. The stories and reminiscing about distant memories make her feel younger and these hours are now some of the few happy moments in her life.

Putting aside the card attached to the gift, she opens the small parcel and a pretty bottle of Guerlain's Shalimar Cologne smiles in her face. Shalimar is her perfume! Even as a young girl, she was enthusiastic about this dry, vanilla floral fragrance, which made her feel very grown-up at the time. Her friendly nature, petticoats, pretty, wide skirts and, of course, her fragrance made her the center of attention on the dance floor and a popular choice at every party. Her old heart leaps a little at these thoughts.

However, she did not know the Shalimar cologne. But the first spray shows that it is Shalimar. This light yet intense Shalimar aroma won her over immediately. As in the original EdT, the fragrance is quite ladylike and yet very girly in its lightness. The aroma of the striking floral blend captivates with its familiar charm, but also appears very youthful and fresh. Without overwhelming the scent of the floral blend, a well-balanced, warm vanilla soon settles over the bouquet, leaving room for slightly smoky facets and a hint of wild leather. Some sweetish melting in the style of lip gloss counterbalances this with a balsamic note. The vanilla and tonka bean form a divinely fragrant combination that carries the heavenly, warm and spicy floral arrangement through a gently smoky, slightly sweet powder mist as if on hands. Just as in the original EdT, the fragrance of this composition comes together in the finale to create a wonderfully fragrant, harmonious whole.

The basic structure of the scent of Shalimar is easily comparable in the cologne, the EdT and the EdP. The cologne impresses above all with its lightness, despite the retained intense fragrance, which more than compensates for the lack of the usual heaviness and depth with fresh liveliness, agility and vitality. The friendly simplicity makes the cologne more acceptable for wider use and also very seductive in a slightly different way to the original.

The old lady had a few tears running down her wrinkled face, but her eyes were shining. The reason was not the wonderfully fragrant cologne that now filled her room, nor the warming thoughts with which the scent transported her back to her passionate youth. Her hands trembled a little as she read the card enclosed with the gift once again, "For my grandma who is young at heart, a light fragrance of memories. Your grateful listener".

Many thanks and all the best for you too in the new year!

Men want to be adventurers and explorers, enjoy boundless freedom as a tramp on the road or be a conqueror of hearts like a gigolo. Men love to make a grand entrance, among other things as cavaliers and men of the world, but they also like to be fearless protectors and ultimately caring family men.

In order not to digress too much in this very comprehensive discussion, I'll try to approach it from the perfume side. That's exactly what we're here on Parfumo for. I am supported by Aramis, one of my favorite brands for men's fragrances. The "Gentleman's Collection" from Aramis provides the right fragrance for all these wishes. For the adventurer there is Havana, for the tramp there is Devin, the gentleman and man of the world is best served with J-H-L and the fatherly caretaker is perfectly suited to Aramis 900. I will introduce the gigolo of the range, Tuscany per Uomo, in a moment.

As the name of the "Gentleman's Collection" suggests, all these fragrances are made for the fine gentleman, for the gentleman for whom tact, decency, sovereignty and empathy are not just empty words. Of course, anyone can and may wear anything if they want to, but for good reasons I don't wear leggings, plush skirts and purple colors myself! It just looks terrible on me!

It's hot and dry, the sun is blazing down from the sky and Tuscany per Uomo sprays a fine, citrusy and spicy surge of Tuscan joie de vivre into this shimmering air. Intense lime and lemon paired with aromatic lavender and other spices (aniseed, tarragon, caraway) together form a fresh and somewhat bitterly spicy herbal fragrance of immense depth and striking expression. This beginning is a beguiling, Tuscan stroll through meadows, gardens, groves and fields with lush, colorful roadsides. And erotic temptation lurks everywhere. Pretty locals in light, breezy clothing, holidaymakers everywhere in fashionable, revealing outfits and tanned harvest workers with inviting, winning smiles on their faces are always trying to curry favor. Everything a man, everything a gigolo could wish for. The herbaceous, spicy scent is very lively in its presence and says, speak to all those who smile at you.

Lying on the meadow, hand in hand, the fragrance now becomes a little earthy and gains a lot of sensuality and warmth with cinnamon facets without leaving the tart track and slipping into sweet realms. The cinnamon adds a touch of unobtrusive exoticism, everything is relaxed and full of sympathy for the good life. This is how the happiness of amicable togetherness smells and leaves some time for a harmonious, classic ending with a rich woody-mossy aroma in which the leather unfortunately can no longer play a role that I notice. The romance of the Gigolo is quite short (approx. 6 hours) and is not meant to last, because further amorous dalliances are already waiting, which begin fragrantly with another spray from the bottle.

Tuscany per Uomo by Aramis is not an innovative creation of artistic elegance, but a reliable, down-to-earth fragrance with a bit of pizzazz and classic values. It gives every gentleman that certain something of a seducer without ever leaving the boundaries of charming flirtation. It is simply fun to smell and wear.

For the gentleman among gentlemen, I can warmly recommend the fragrances in the "Gentleman's Collection" and I would like to thank all readers for their kind attention!

I belong to the baby boomer generation, the term commonly used to describe those born between 1950 and 1970. As such, I never suffered from a lack of playmates, was allowed to study in chaotic classes with lots of pupils, was never alone when applying for jobs, taking exams or registering, and the queue was an unavoidable companion for almost every purchase I wanted to make. It was always and everywhere full and there was always and everywhere something going on, you were never alone, rarely lonely, had real friends and real enemies. A life you could touch, which mainly took place outside.

For these adventures in the great outdoors, almost every child had a pair of Lederhosen! New and initially a few sizes too big, still with straps and a chest wallet, everyone grew into their trousers over time and then, after several years, now skin-tight, the first pubertal changes tended to intensify rather than conceal them. All the boys in our rural area wore them from March to November as long as the temperatures allowed, and there were a few girls too. These pants never broke, never got dirty and consequently never got washed and were a storage place for everything you needed or found outside during the long day. Once you had outgrown your first pair of lederhosen, you usually didn't get a second pair. However, they were often passed on to a brother, friend or someone who was looking for a pair. They were never thrown away, but rather stored so that one day they could also serve their own children well.

When my dear grandma died many years ago, I found mine in a cardboard box in her storeroom. My children were already too big for it, but they wouldn't have worn it anyway, not even a new one. Recently I found them again, my old leather trousers, this time on my own floor. Of course, I took a good look at them, smelled them everywhere and thought of all the memories that came to mind. Hardly any wild leather to be seen, smooth and greasy everywhere, stained, scuffed and worn, even an open seam can be seen. The smell is slightly musty and earthy, quite tart and strongly leathery. It also brings back memories of the stuffed side pockets that held the cherries, apples and plums that we picked on the many street avenues and that were always well filled with our childhood treasures, food and more. I also think, somewhat shamefacedly, of how quickly things had to happen if you were "suddenly" surprised by a need while playing and your trousers had received several drops more than once in the rush. Now, at the latest, I can smell that strong, animalistic, dry smell in my trousers too.

The rediscovery of my leather trousers coincided with the purchase of a new perfume, Bel Ami EdT by Hermès. The perfume is characterized by its leather note! This distinctive leather note is what makes Bel Ami, both the facets that you can smell straight away and those that you are looking for and hoping to find. Bel Ami is a memory fragrance for me and part of it reminds me of my happy childhood, of our freedom in everyday life and of my leather trousers in which I was allowed to experience all the adventures.

Bel Ami starts off spicy and tart in the form of a fresh, herbaceous fruitiness that already has a slight drift towards leathery for me. Bel Ami quickly reaches a considerable depth in which the fruity freshness quickly disappears and out of which some soiled leather gains more and more space. The leather is not dirty, but rather creaky, smoky, ashy and with a bit of earth. The leather notes are always present, but do not dominate Bel Ami. Woody, mossy oakmoss, curling, spicy florals and a restrained, very aromatic, vanilla-like sweetness flank the leather notes very elegantly and give the fragrance a certain rugged harmony. The fragrance lasts throughout the day, the scent is not overpowering, but the noticeability could be better. Bel Ami is not a classic leather fragrance, rather a leathery classic for the elegant gentleman and a striking alternative to the sweet fragrances and older, tried-and-tested hairdressing fragrances that are becoming increasingly prevalent today.

For me, Bel Ami evokes memories above all through the perfume's leather facets, without even wanting to imply that Bel Ami smells like my old leather trousers. Nevertheless, when I look back, I go into raptures, look at the old photos, spray on the perfume and am a little happier on those days than on others and I smell good too. I quickly gave up my temporary resolution to offer my old leather trousers to my grandchildren! They are just the right age, but today is a different time with different fashions, different activities, much less outside and let's be honest, it would be a bit disgusting.

Many thanks to you for your attention!

I like to play it safe, which means I almost always have a plan B for uncertain plans, know about an alternative route for car trips, and sometimes go back to see if the door is really locked and the light is turned off. I rarely run out of anything, because as soon as the last package or bottle is opened, new supplies are on their way. Stockpiling is no stranger to us and a few more unannounced guests are still satiated. Rose bouquets with the scent of Tea Rose to spray on the other hand is not a glory I'm proud of, but double keeps better and safe is safe and it works.

The EdT perfume Tea Rose of Perfumer's Workshop there is to buy for lukewarm, makes also flakonmäßig not much and in fragrance notes it contains mainly rose along with various additions. Nothing special, one would think, were it not for this fantastic scent of roses, bedding roses, climbing roses, wild and noble roses, shrub and dwarf roses, whole bushes or hedges of these noble, prickly beauties. One could think one had unadulterated natural concentrate in perfection in the flacon. Justifiably, the chemists of the Swiss flavor and fragrance manufacturer Firmenich can pat themselves on the back, because rarely has the synthesis of nature succeeded so authentically.

If the perfume Tea Rose is sprayed, you immediately think you are in the middle of a field, bed or garden full of roses of various species. The fragrance is strong, dense, lush and full. It is a mixture of various rose facets and reminds me strongly of the rich smell of wild and peasant roses, not standing in the vase, but with all the foliage and earth, although I do not really recognize them, but to smell them in sum in this extraordinary rose aroma. Thus, the rose smell develops a striking depth in which both fresh, fruity notes and dark, spicy aromas come to the fore.

Over the course of a day, the fragrance remains as rosy as it is, there is no development. The fragrant rose bouquet stands like one and does not let a feeling of artificiality arise at any time. The elegant fascination of this perfume lies for me in the straightforwardness and authenticity of its rose fragrance, just rose and nothing but rose.

What do I do now with this so great fragrance, whose rose smell is so very pleasant to me? I will not wear it. He does not fit me, as I also find, he is with no man really well kept. Maybe with a woman? Perhaps? I can imagine it, but I'm not really convinced. Since I like the scent of roses very much, I started to spray Tea Rose a little bit around, bathroom, toilet, also sometimes in the living rooms, on the painted gift flower pictures of the grandchildren, linen closet, laundry garbage can, even the car had to hold out. That was all ok, but really success brought only the scenting of my flowers to be given away - especially the bouquets of roses. The bridal bouquet of my wife was also a bouquet of roses and so of course she gets one again every year for her anniversary. Today's bouquets, even the single roses, are barely fragrant and so this year I used Tea Rose for the third time. One saturated spray deep into the bouquet and two as a fine mist on top brings happy eyes galore! Such a fragrant, beautifully tied bouquet of roses really makes a statement and I'm happy to give it my promising recommendation. Bad conscience? No, and if then rather because of the roses from Africa.

By the way, the term tea rose is used ambiguously! Once a culture rose breed is meant, which has its roots in China and with which the origin of the name goes back to different interpretations. Secondly, the term tea rose or tea flower refers to small, inconspicuous, round or lumpy works of art made of green tea, which infused in a glass pot, unfold into wonderful flowers / roses and offer in addition to tasty tea also what for the eye.

So who likes an authentic rose scent, comes to the perfume Tea Rose badly past and should treat themselves to this experience. I'm going to buy a bouquet of roses (times out of turn) and thank you very much to all readers.

Recently, I have a little incurred the displeasure of my daughter when I let slip in one of my last reviews, she is fragrance-technically mainly in the drugstore segment on the road. My daughter can handle it well, she is already a big, self-confident girl and stands with both feet in family and career, but her "womanly honor" was probably somewhat scratched. Reinforced taunts and tips regarding my perfume commitment made me sit up and take notice during her last visit and quickly led to my faux pas towards her.

Since we often tease each other and fool around, a "reconciliation" was also quickly achieved. As a result, my daughter wanted to venture into the perfume segment and choose something for it from my fund and I promised her to be helpful with advisory suggestions. The olfactory fate took so his course and after two hours Madame had decided.

With a clear lead, she chose for himself the EdT Jean-Louis Scherrer of Jean-Louis Scherrer. For me, rarely has a perfume fit as well as this fragrance to her. At the EdT Jean-Louis Scherrer is nothing average, exactly as nothing is average at this young woman in the best age, whereby the pride of the father is certainly a little pregnant with me thereby.

Loud he is not this Scherrer, certainly not obtrusive. Powerful he is, persistent and of cool, clear elegance. Far from a beige coziness spreads the fragrance in addition to elegance but also casual nonchalance, as if you wore to the stylish costume instead of noble pumps only comfortable sneakers and let his jacket to this also still open. The perfume has nothing girlish or boyish, it is made for adults.

Citrusy aromatic starts the EdT, also a bit bitter-tart, which underlines the green character of the Scherrer well from the beginning. Finely balanced and not too harsh or abrupt, the citrus notes quickly mingle with a lush, floral bouquet in a slightly soapy guise. Dominantly green-floral scents now take the grand stage as this main chord is played, presenting itself completely unsweet and not dust-dry either, rather earthy, mossy, herbaceous-wet, in facets similar to clammy leather. In any case, green, green and green again.

Already present in the main chord, the opulent earthy, woody and rooty-mossy aromas of the base gain the upper hand in the course of the fragrance development and give the perfume the unusual green depth that remains in the memory. There's nothing scratchy or stinging about it, on the surface it becomes warmer, creamy and there's also a hint of smoke, while the cool base continues to be kept strikingly green. This happens so effortlessly and smoothly that I almost used the word perfection.

Which brings us back to my daughter (as I said, pride can also cloud the vision and besides, I have to be careful that I do not land the next faux pas with my son with so much praise for her with it)!

Since I concede every perfume also erotic potential, I wanted to know of course from the fresh Scherrer wearer, how she sees her new fragrance from this point of view? A cuddly fragrance for hours in love is not the Scherrer, it came as if shot from a gun, also no seducer or reconciler and certainly no fragrant aphrodisiac. The wearer of the perfume should become active herself here, take the first step and do so in the certainty of being taken seriously with the Scherrer fragrance when she dissolves the natural distance. The fragrance is like a promise, you give me, I give you, let's have fun and please each other. As I said before, nothing here is average.

I am pleased with her choice of EdT Jean-Louis Scherrer, after all, I also like the perfume very much and I notice that it harmonizes excellently with my daughter. My recommendation for her only came in second place, it was Obsession.

Thank you very much!