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a motto of the British Virgin Islands, a group of about 60 islands and reefs in the northeastern Caribbean. Unfortunately, they also lie in the hurricane belt, and so they are visited annually by more or less severe storms between July and October. Every paradise has its price. Even in the Caribbean, paradise doesn't come for free...
So much has already been written about the scent of Creed VIW.. and I can agree with everything.
Coconut is the predominant fragrance direction with a slightly creamy-vanilla
background. Please underline "slightly"! But before the nut, the citrus aspect of mandarin and lime initially pierces the olfactory senses and establishes itself as a summer scent: Hey, I'm fresh! After a brief 15 minutes, the exclamation then gets drowned in coconut water - and I didn't get the impression that the drowned citrus fruits return.
The coconut then also evaporates later shyly, as if it were touched by sibling murder, yet without completely disappearing. The nut holds its ground quite intensely for about 2 hours, only to respectfully make way for a certain sweetness and remain discreetly hidden in the background.
The thought of Raffaelo after the retreat of the coconut is not entirely unfounded. Sweet and creamy, but by no means unpleasant, as I find, the scent left behind is devoid of the nut.
And just like that, extremely pleasant images of blue skies, turquoise seas, palm trees, and light clothing appear behind my eyes. I like this island Creed. Despite (or perhaps exactly because of) the sweetness, Virgin Island Water wants to appeal to me as a summer scent.
All that's missing is the Panama hat, light pleated trousers, a pair of boat shoes, and
a casual airy linen shirt worn above the waistband - and of course the location:
The islands that are part of the Lesser Antilles and give this scent its name.
Because the coconut murders the citrus after a quarter of an hour and itself goes towards a slow exhalation after two hours, leaving behind a felt vanilla cream, I feel much later like a dessert (various lustful glances from a friend show me that I'm not alone in this thought).
For the murder, there’s a deduction, because I would have wished for a slightly stronger alliance between nut and citrus. However, since I feel like a dessert and am thus also tempted, I balance the score again (I'm just a miserable macho who likes to please the ladies). So, 8.5 final score.

My dear Santos, you soft charmer of women, you had other greats in your class:
The mighty Antaeus, the serious Burberry for Men, the pure man Man Pure. Also in this vintage, the cheeky Cacharel pour homme and the little Calvin, who wasn’t so little after all.
Some are no longer around, but some of you have remained. Aging gracefully and certainly capable of putting today’s young bucks in their place.
In your time, being loud was in. "Rain brings blessings" - and just like that, you start with a slightly citrusy thunderstorm, throwing around the juniper (Indeed, I perceive the gin note).
And then, yes then, you wrap yourself in a complex mist that surely leads many a nose astray (including mine!). The sweet things combined with the spice I can only roughly piece together. Individual notes are denied to me.
But you are a child of your time. Your classmates are not lacking in comparison.
Each a little different, each a little unique, but more or less loud, they all are.
After my planned 20-day exile in Aruba (which I will report on elsewhere), you were my first act, my first blind buy after a long time, and immediately a success.
I hadn’t had the brand Cartier as a fragrance producer on my radar for a long time.
I can vaguely remember scent samples from the mid-80s and also the typical Cartier base scent that immediately reveals a Cartier fragrance - without being able to describe exactly what that is (I think the discerning Parfumo knows what I mean!).
This red thread of fragrance can also be found at Armani, the "fragrance branding," so to speak.
Santos has various olfactory similarities with One Man Show, without being as gigantically loud or a fragrance twin (he is certainly not that).
He could rather be a distant noble relative. Perhaps it’s the soapiness with which both begin, but then develop completely differently.
Other members of his class of 1981 are "soap guys," but with slightly different compositions.
Santos clearly pleases me (and a friend of mine) more. Therefore, I would like to give you a score of 8.0.

...I really like that! No question about it. I myself don’t drink
(or at least not very often) green tea. But I enjoy smelling it.
And this fragrance of the same name even has the advantage that it has been
enhanced with something citrusy. Basically, it smells like iced tea (which I do enjoy
from time to time! And I partially contradict my earlier statement).
The sillage seems quite decent to me and the longevity as well - For the price, I can’t complain.
This is definitely something for summer. Herb-sweet and a bit wondrous.
Here, it seems to be available at a good price. A look at Douglas.it reveals
otherwise: There, the Monothemes are available for €11.50. I also found
other interesting candidates: Aqua marina and Vetiver Bourbon and of course Macchia Mediteranea.
Unfortunately, unfortunately, unfortunately, Douglas.it does not ship abroad. And from Italy’s perspective
we are abroad - yuck, and such a thing in modern Europe! They are all nationalists, grrrr.
No one thinks of us poor fragrance lovers. Douglas Germany, on the other hand, does not carry Monotheme. In the shop with the red dot, Monotheme is available, but a bit more expensive (they also want to make a living) and unfortunately my favorites are not included.
And now? I seriously have to think about a vacation in Italy...

... yes, those of us who are older remember who this is by:
Led Zeppelin! After the first spray, this song immediately
came to my mind. Tauer No.2 has a direct connection to the song.
Kashmir, that's the name of the song, was written in 73-74 by the gentlemen Plant, Page, and
Bonham and can be found on the 6th album "Physical Graffiti".
Robert Plant wrote the lyrics in 1973 during his travels through Morocco.
This song somehow stands out from all the Led Zeppelin
songs and is also one of their most famous tracks.
Just like Tauer No.2 stands out for me among my very
personal perfume experiences. At first, I really thought
it had a good dose of incense in it, because it initially
came across as so pastoral. Then I thought I recognized oud or at least something woody,
as after the vibrant top note, something more spicy-woody emerged. In my mind, I was already forming something "Amouagic",
thinking of Jubilation XXV Man.
But again, Tauer slipped away, becoming sweeter, softening the woody hardness
and now - Ah! and Oh! - I could recognize him, Mr. Cinnamon!
The rascal had been frolicking right under my nose, disguised with false
mantles. And again wrong: Mr. Cinnamon was not there!
Never was. The cedar? Yes, that's the wood I thought was oud - I'm confused. Nothing was in there that I thought it would be.
But still incomparable, or should I say, even more incomparable?
The incense quality is certainly created by the mix of jasmine and amber, at least they contribute to it. And the combination of cumin, cedar, and vetiver must have led my nose to the narrow board "oud".
With this song in my head and the scent in my nose, I can't help but:
100 points for the candidate! Especially since the sillage and longevity are quite princely,
everything that is right.

...and own fragrance.
Incredible what a combination! A floral citrus scent, underlaid with tonka.
At first, I didn't dare to approach it, although you really can't complain at that price.
I wasn't sure if it suited me. After the second (!) spray, I knew - the beginning of a long friendship! It's once again one of those scents that you never get tired of smelling. Especially if you like vanilla, or the scent-related tonka bean.
And again, I have an endless hot summer in mind. By the lake, by the sea - preferably there, of course. Which sea? Well, where are there pines, cicadas, and red wine preferred? Yep, the Mediterranean!!
A scent that is slightly Mediterranean to my nose. Citrus fruits swirl around my head, the sound of the sea crashes in my ears...Yippee, I call out internally! The best thing about it is: it doesn't limit you,
you can wear it with anything, even naked it doesn't bother him.
Good. It is intrusive and by no means discreet. A "loudspeaker" from the 90s. Its flamboyance is by no means embarrassing or unpleasant. No, it can't be any other way because that's just how it is!
I think it's quite a big hit, the SH.