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The eagle won't land!
As a child I liked to visit my father in the office. I was allowed to take my grandfather's room so that I didn't get on his staff's nerves too much.
He wasn't alive anymore and yet everything was as untidy as if he had just left. I carry that gene inside me, too. 3 things in this room will always remain in my memory:
A bottle of alcohol with an apple on it that was unopened before I discovered it. At that time I didn't know what Calvados was, but I knew why the fill level decreased with each visit. A case of spontaneous evaporation. In the desk shop (in my eyes he had probably forfeited the protection of his personal rights) a rusty drum revolver from excavation work, probably from one of the world wars.
And a black leather-covered box that housed a used electric razor. When the box was opened, the scent was not easy to describe and found its maximum in the area of the protective grid of the rotating blades.
How do you describe a fragrance at all, for which a note should be responsible, of which only a few have a concrete idea? I don't think so. But it's worth a try.
When I received the bottling, I only smelled at the nozzle. And I repeated this process again and again at intervals of a few days. I knew from the beginning, I have smelled this fragrance impression before, only did not know where and when.
In this case, I had to go very far back. There I was at my grandfather's desk. The box with the electric razor, from which I removed the metal blade protection foil again and again and found out that the razor probably did not clean itself. And my grandfather was probably also too busy to pursue this activity during his lifetime.
What I had in my nose at the time, as well as when testing this fragrance, was a chord of sewing machine oil that develops a characteristic fragrance when heated by friction, rounded off with a hint of a stern musk shaving water, with a subtle swinging sweetness. On the skin also highly linear.
Those who test "Eaglewood" "blindly" will never get the idea to speak of woody notes, so the impression of wood is rather difficult to communicate. Had Christ Meshell created this fragrance from a particular oud distillate, she would have been degraded to a bottler as a perfumer. So it should come as no surprise that, according to Parfumeurin, this is a composition of several oud distillates, but without a pyramid.
Real oud is here, once again, an interesting experience, but for me this remains a problematic substance in perfumery. Burning Oud Chips is an exciting ritual with a long tradition, in perfumery for me rather a hype to justify higher prices and almost exclusively with substitutes, for in reality small money from the lab.
The durability is about 8 hours, I leave out the projection test this time. Woman here refused to make herself available here for the fragrance science. Pantys it doesn't rain, but possibly angular ashtrays and mother-in-law vases.
Animal notes sometimes have something attractive in addition to their repulsive properties. I see that fulfilled here. But it's not enough to want to wear this scent yourself. In any case, a social environment is recommended for this, which also sees this with its attractive characteristics. And there are worlds between having a fragrance under your nose and wanting to wear it regularly. The price is $660/50ml, by the way.
I am thankful to the perfumer for the ride into the past and the awareness that I had never asked my father why he left grandfather's office unchanged after his death.
He wasn't alive anymore and yet everything was as untidy as if he had just left. I carry that gene inside me, too. 3 things in this room will always remain in my memory:
A bottle of alcohol with an apple on it that was unopened before I discovered it. At that time I didn't know what Calvados was, but I knew why the fill level decreased with each visit. A case of spontaneous evaporation. In the desk shop (in my eyes he had probably forfeited the protection of his personal rights) a rusty drum revolver from excavation work, probably from one of the world wars.
And a black leather-covered box that housed a used electric razor. When the box was opened, the scent was not easy to describe and found its maximum in the area of the protective grid of the rotating blades.
How do you describe a fragrance at all, for which a note should be responsible, of which only a few have a concrete idea? I don't think so. But it's worth a try.
When I received the bottling, I only smelled at the nozzle. And I repeated this process again and again at intervals of a few days. I knew from the beginning, I have smelled this fragrance impression before, only did not know where and when.
In this case, I had to go very far back. There I was at my grandfather's desk. The box with the electric razor, from which I removed the metal blade protection foil again and again and found out that the razor probably did not clean itself. And my grandfather was probably also too busy to pursue this activity during his lifetime.
What I had in my nose at the time, as well as when testing this fragrance, was a chord of sewing machine oil that develops a characteristic fragrance when heated by friction, rounded off with a hint of a stern musk shaving water, with a subtle swinging sweetness. On the skin also highly linear.
Those who test "Eaglewood" "blindly" will never get the idea to speak of woody notes, so the impression of wood is rather difficult to communicate. Had Christ Meshell created this fragrance from a particular oud distillate, she would have been degraded to a bottler as a perfumer. So it should come as no surprise that, according to Parfumeurin, this is a composition of several oud distillates, but without a pyramid.
Real oud is here, once again, an interesting experience, but for me this remains a problematic substance in perfumery. Burning Oud Chips is an exciting ritual with a long tradition, in perfumery for me rather a hype to justify higher prices and almost exclusively with substitutes, for in reality small money from the lab.
The durability is about 8 hours, I leave out the projection test this time. Woman here refused to make herself available here for the fragrance science. Pantys it doesn't rain, but possibly angular ashtrays and mother-in-law vases.
Animal notes sometimes have something attractive in addition to their repulsive properties. I see that fulfilled here. But it's not enough to want to wear this scent yourself. In any case, a social environment is recommended for this, which also sees this with its attractive characteristics. And there are worlds between having a fragrance under your nose and wanting to wear it regularly. The price is $660/50ml, by the way.
I am thankful to the perfumer for the ride into the past and the awareness that I had never asked my father why he left grandfather's office unchanged after his death.
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Less than 5 seconds!
I'll tell you right now, I didn't wear a white slim shirt testing this scent. Without the trained range Coca-Cola would not have the effect that advertising once promised. Also saved me compassionate grin.
There are fragrances that long for a transition. (I like to take the time for this, because this one will be a bit longer than usual. And the song quoted in the headline by former representatives of the Hamburger Schule with the name "...but Alive", I have already been running for a long time in order to fire it off at a suitable place with an excerpt of the text:
"...It's because of him that I'm here,
because of this last moment,
just before it gets bitter.
Seconds full of light,
the rest doesn't matter.
Between patience and regret,
If you forget what you know,
breathe and rejoice.
Hello bombs and applause,
And that's not exactly what you call bourgeois life,
or what you know from "talking about it".
You only see things you didn't know that way,
and then you get ready to jump off the edge of the carpet.
No last will, no mild mercy,
the state in you gives everything a name.
And the whole thing in less than 5 seconds.
Once there and disappeared.
And that's just me and the spitting in me.
And together we ask ourselves: what are we doing here?
And for the few people who really know you,
i must call everything by its name?
I'd rather let explaining in verses be
and pack up the hobby philosopher again.
We will not be brothers, neither here nor by the sea.
I've seen enough so far."
If you like, you can listen to the song here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gL2RWLm3ruI
It does not happen often that I myself comment on representatives of this fragrance genus. But I like to read other people's impressions when I have time. It does not remain hidden that predicates such as "shower gel freshness" are very popular and in some cases even inflationary. This has at least contributed to the fact that shower gels no longer want to smell like shower gel, because there is now a negative connotation in the room.
I just checked, my shower gels want to smell like "blue eucalyptus & cypress", "lemon grass & guarana" and "blood orange & black pepper" at the moment.
And if one looks at the range of other manufacturers of such products, the range of scent impressions is also becoming wider and wider, and thus the tempting attempt of the one-word judgement "shower gel freshness" increasingly imprecise. Which implies that 5 seconds is simply not enough to assess any fragrance!
I can only speak for myself here, but I don't know the cliffs of News South Wales and have never rubbed my nose against its rocky moss. The expectations that the name suggests here could turn into disappointment with noses that already have an expectation. There is nothing typically mossy about this figurative fragrance creation. I will come back later to talk about why this is not a mistake
"Pacific Rock Moss" isn't a new scent concept for me. It's a reproduction of Korres "Blue Sage | Lime | Fir Wood", which was made out of memory (I don't have any more material for a direct comparison) in the first half of the show. It was based on "Potion Blue Cadet" (was my first comment here on Parfumo). Pacific Rock Moss", despite a lemon from the "Bleu de Chanel" - EdP - Hain, is a bit more restrained with chemistry in the beginning. The DNA of Korres can be denied nevertheless with difficulty, if one fastens it purely to the impressions on the skin.
In the projection, however, the scent bends off, but instead of the fir balsam Absolues of the original, it shoots in a hint of hyacinth, which also florally inspires "M;0°C" of Masakï Matsushïma" in a pleasant way. This shade is easily absorbed by the skin because the sticky lemon retains the upper hand for a long time. The movement that this fragrance undergoes is generally restrained, but the fragrance gains in attractiveness for me with persistence, because the chemical then evaporates as far as possible and the result gets a snugness that you can also wear such a fragrance as a woman well.
For me, the fragrance has no classical course, only a phase with and a phase without (annoying) lemon, the latter allowing a gently aromatic green tone to shine through, which I wouldn't attribute to moss or sage. Nevertheless successful!
The positioning in the unisex camp also makes it clear why possible (irish) moss associations in advance should curb expectations. To stick to the topic of positioning. I think it's good when such fragrance concepts also reach the niche.
The comparison of the scores with the other scents mentioned clearly shows how strongly the presentation is reflected in the perception of the scores. A success (that which remains from the hype) communicates to competitors in this segment that the drops around aquatic fresh fragrances are far from being sucked.
So on the basis of the existing, something new can arise again and I am basically open to it.
But if you want to reach me in this fragrance class and trigger a buying impulse, you don't need the sounding name so much, but a floating, non-sticky, casually aromatic fragrancetaura of projection, which until now, according to the paper form, have only worked with violet aldehydes or fir balsam in the centre and are enriched with subtle spices. As well as an appropriate presentation. Here at "Pacific Rock Moss" the projection is a bit too dense for me and the lemon is overrepresented. Korres failed me in the beginning because of the synthetic vibes, the presentation had the charm of corn tincture. From "Blue Cadet" I still buy a bottle today for all holy times, but still get angry about the presentation (= stain remover).
Due to its design of the projection, it is half a point better in the scent rating. Nevertheless I like "Pacific Rock Moss" a bit better than its direct template from Korres.
A problem that all fragrances of this genus have in common is the prelude. Either too generic to synthetic or too unbalanced in the first half hour. And at a time when everything has to happen in less than 5 seconds, perfumers are also called upon to develop concepts for the beginning, if they don't want their creations to be burned up at times.
Perhaps it is helpful not to artificially constrict oneself already with regard to the targets/objectives and to no longer define freshness by sea surf and the like. Due to the plastic waste and unfiltered waste water, the bill will not open sooner or later anyway!
PS: I wish all perfumos/as a nice summer and a final special thanks to @Flanker, who gave me with his generous fragrance donation enough material to illuminate this fragrance.
PS1: It would be nice if the manufacturers finally stopped the nonsense with the map ingredients pyramids.
There are fragrances that long for a transition. (I like to take the time for this, because this one will be a bit longer than usual. And the song quoted in the headline by former representatives of the Hamburger Schule with the name "...but Alive", I have already been running for a long time in order to fire it off at a suitable place with an excerpt of the text:
"...It's because of him that I'm here,
because of this last moment,
just before it gets bitter.
Seconds full of light,
the rest doesn't matter.
Between patience and regret,
If you forget what you know,
breathe and rejoice.
Hello bombs and applause,
And that's not exactly what you call bourgeois life,
or what you know from "talking about it".
You only see things you didn't know that way,
and then you get ready to jump off the edge of the carpet.
No last will, no mild mercy,
the state in you gives everything a name.
And the whole thing in less than 5 seconds.
Once there and disappeared.
And that's just me and the spitting in me.
And together we ask ourselves: what are we doing here?
And for the few people who really know you,
i must call everything by its name?
I'd rather let explaining in verses be
and pack up the hobby philosopher again.
We will not be brothers, neither here nor by the sea.
I've seen enough so far."
If you like, you can listen to the song here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gL2RWLm3ruI
It does not happen often that I myself comment on representatives of this fragrance genus. But I like to read other people's impressions when I have time. It does not remain hidden that predicates such as "shower gel freshness" are very popular and in some cases even inflationary. This has at least contributed to the fact that shower gels no longer want to smell like shower gel, because there is now a negative connotation in the room.
I just checked, my shower gels want to smell like "blue eucalyptus & cypress", "lemon grass & guarana" and "blood orange & black pepper" at the moment.
And if one looks at the range of other manufacturers of such products, the range of scent impressions is also becoming wider and wider, and thus the tempting attempt of the one-word judgement "shower gel freshness" increasingly imprecise. Which implies that 5 seconds is simply not enough to assess any fragrance!
I can only speak for myself here, but I don't know the cliffs of News South Wales and have never rubbed my nose against its rocky moss. The expectations that the name suggests here could turn into disappointment with noses that already have an expectation. There is nothing typically mossy about this figurative fragrance creation. I will come back later to talk about why this is not a mistake
"Pacific Rock Moss" isn't a new scent concept for me. It's a reproduction of Korres "Blue Sage | Lime | Fir Wood", which was made out of memory (I don't have any more material for a direct comparison) in the first half of the show. It was based on "Potion Blue Cadet" (was my first comment here on Parfumo). Pacific Rock Moss", despite a lemon from the "Bleu de Chanel" - EdP - Hain, is a bit more restrained with chemistry in the beginning. The DNA of Korres can be denied nevertheless with difficulty, if one fastens it purely to the impressions on the skin.
In the projection, however, the scent bends off, but instead of the fir balsam Absolues of the original, it shoots in a hint of hyacinth, which also florally inspires "M;0°C" of Masakï Matsushïma" in a pleasant way. This shade is easily absorbed by the skin because the sticky lemon retains the upper hand for a long time. The movement that this fragrance undergoes is generally restrained, but the fragrance gains in attractiveness for me with persistence, because the chemical then evaporates as far as possible and the result gets a snugness that you can also wear such a fragrance as a woman well.
For me, the fragrance has no classical course, only a phase with and a phase without (annoying) lemon, the latter allowing a gently aromatic green tone to shine through, which I wouldn't attribute to moss or sage. Nevertheless successful!
The positioning in the unisex camp also makes it clear why possible (irish) moss associations in advance should curb expectations. To stick to the topic of positioning. I think it's good when such fragrance concepts also reach the niche.
The comparison of the scores with the other scents mentioned clearly shows how strongly the presentation is reflected in the perception of the scores. A success (that which remains from the hype) communicates to competitors in this segment that the drops around aquatic fresh fragrances are far from being sucked.
So on the basis of the existing, something new can arise again and I am basically open to it.
But if you want to reach me in this fragrance class and trigger a buying impulse, you don't need the sounding name so much, but a floating, non-sticky, casually aromatic fragrancetaura of projection, which until now, according to the paper form, have only worked with violet aldehydes or fir balsam in the centre and are enriched with subtle spices. As well as an appropriate presentation. Here at "Pacific Rock Moss" the projection is a bit too dense for me and the lemon is overrepresented. Korres failed me in the beginning because of the synthetic vibes, the presentation had the charm of corn tincture. From "Blue Cadet" I still buy a bottle today for all holy times, but still get angry about the presentation (= stain remover).
Due to its design of the projection, it is half a point better in the scent rating. Nevertheless I like "Pacific Rock Moss" a bit better than its direct template from Korres.
A problem that all fragrances of this genus have in common is the prelude. Either too generic to synthetic or too unbalanced in the first half hour. And at a time when everything has to happen in less than 5 seconds, perfumers are also called upon to develop concepts for the beginning, if they don't want their creations to be burned up at times.
Perhaps it is helpful not to artificially constrict oneself already with regard to the targets/objectives and to no longer define freshness by sea surf and the like. Due to the plastic waste and unfiltered waste water, the bill will not open sooner or later anyway!
PS: I wish all perfumos/as a nice summer and a final special thanks to @Flanker, who gave me with his generous fragrance donation enough material to illuminate this fragrance.
PS1: It would be nice if the manufacturers finally stopped the nonsense with the map ingredients pyramids.
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Premium Places!
Hello, I am the Ernst from Fucking (small district of the cadastral community Hofstatt in Upper Austria). I am still quite new here and would like to introduce myself very briefly.
The name "Fucking" has just made us locals famous all over the world. I was allowed to read in the newspaper that as a resident of Fuckings I get a premium offer for free.
Just like the inhabitants of the villages "Rectum" (NL) and "Cummings" (USA). We're already exquisite lucky men! If someone could please explain this Google to me. I'd like to look up what I can expect with "Pornhub-Premium" and whether it's worth it for me?
You have to know, I'm not really into people. I am more like the misanthropist in the zodiac sign and interacting with people is described as strenuous not yet sufficiently, even if I have to look them in the face. That's why I don't want Facebook. I already figured myself out. The neighbor boy already warned me. Terrible these images of grimaces, like trophies, more alive than dead!
Noses, that's all there is to it, but not a whole face. You probably couldn't smell the world either and that's why you're cavorting among your peers and complaining about your suffering? Right? Wonderful!
But if I already have your olfactory organs in my hand, can you perhaps tell me how I find my signature scent? I need something to keep the postman off my back. He always wants to talk about stress with his old lady. Terrible!
I don't do guard dogs for deterrence either. They eat and shit what the stuff holds and the constant barking. You have to be able to gently spray seriousness, I'm telling you. It's not easy in this world.
I'm thinking more of a spray for your own fur. The farmer's wife, who brings me the fresh eggs every week, will think twice about telling me the gossip about the neighbouring village as an odyssey. What a harsh weed killer for the living object would be fine.
The fragrance should express my bitterness, or rather underline and a certain own suffering caught in my wormwood-leather bubble I would buy it. The important thing is to keep my environment at a distance of respect. An olfactory breeding whip, if there is such a thing in perfume form, I would look for.
If the fragrance should increase in sweetness over time, I simply spray it on and the seriousness starts all over again. I don't know anything about it. In the pharmacy I have already asked for such a miracle cure, because it was always said: "There's something from Ratiopharm."
Anyway, they couldn't solve my problem there. A noble dwelling for my bodyguard scent is certainly no obstacle. My wife, the Trude, likes to drink one and would also pour down many a cleaning agent if the lock had no child safety device. But when something looks noble from the outside, she respects the content. She would probably hide the cloth for bad times or to pretzel for the next funeral in the village - bets are already on - and polish the container to a shine beforehand.
Does my signature scent have to be of natural origin? Oh, stop telling me about the fairy tale of nature, you don't believe yourselves anymore. Like now, you say there is a fragrance that meets my expectations with bitter almond and Scharlei?
Guys, I don't want to kill anybody, but try to make a kluch. And what's the name of the magic spell to write down?
"F u c k i n g F a b u l o u s"
Fucking is worth a trip, I live there after all, but what's the name of the scent? Or does that even mean that we are now so famous that we also get this premium offer for free? That would of course be "sacred-class", as we proud Fuckinger like to say.
The name "Fucking" has just made us locals famous all over the world. I was allowed to read in the newspaper that as a resident of Fuckings I get a premium offer for free.
Just like the inhabitants of the villages "Rectum" (NL) and "Cummings" (USA). We're already exquisite lucky men! If someone could please explain this Google to me. I'd like to look up what I can expect with "Pornhub-Premium" and whether it's worth it for me?
You have to know, I'm not really into people. I am more like the misanthropist in the zodiac sign and interacting with people is described as strenuous not yet sufficiently, even if I have to look them in the face. That's why I don't want Facebook. I already figured myself out. The neighbor boy already warned me. Terrible these images of grimaces, like trophies, more alive than dead!
Noses, that's all there is to it, but not a whole face. You probably couldn't smell the world either and that's why you're cavorting among your peers and complaining about your suffering? Right? Wonderful!
But if I already have your olfactory organs in my hand, can you perhaps tell me how I find my signature scent? I need something to keep the postman off my back. He always wants to talk about stress with his old lady. Terrible!
I don't do guard dogs for deterrence either. They eat and shit what the stuff holds and the constant barking. You have to be able to gently spray seriousness, I'm telling you. It's not easy in this world.
I'm thinking more of a spray for your own fur. The farmer's wife, who brings me the fresh eggs every week, will think twice about telling me the gossip about the neighbouring village as an odyssey. What a harsh weed killer for the living object would be fine.
The fragrance should express my bitterness, or rather underline and a certain own suffering caught in my wormwood-leather bubble I would buy it. The important thing is to keep my environment at a distance of respect. An olfactory breeding whip, if there is such a thing in perfume form, I would look for.
If the fragrance should increase in sweetness over time, I simply spray it on and the seriousness starts all over again. I don't know anything about it. In the pharmacy I have already asked for such a miracle cure, because it was always said: "There's something from Ratiopharm."
Anyway, they couldn't solve my problem there. A noble dwelling for my bodyguard scent is certainly no obstacle. My wife, the Trude, likes to drink one and would also pour down many a cleaning agent if the lock had no child safety device. But when something looks noble from the outside, she respects the content. She would probably hide the cloth for bad times or to pretzel for the next funeral in the village - bets are already on - and polish the container to a shine beforehand.
Does my signature scent have to be of natural origin? Oh, stop telling me about the fairy tale of nature, you don't believe yourselves anymore. Like now, you say there is a fragrance that meets my expectations with bitter almond and Scharlei?
Guys, I don't want to kill anybody, but try to make a kluch. And what's the name of the magic spell to write down?
"F u c k i n g F a b u l o u s"
Fucking is worth a trip, I live there after all, but what's the name of the scent? Or does that even mean that we are now so famous that we also get this premium offer for free? That would of course be "sacred-class", as we proud Fuckinger like to say.
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Morillas in the fog!
This article is not about the extinct genus of mountain gorillas but about the extinction of affordable and at the same time successful designer fragrances in a world of fragrances threatened by returns.
Honey chords in fragrances like to obscure my view of the things I want to get to the bottom of, which is equivalent to fogging. Prominent examples would be Vermeil PH or his model, L'Envol, not quite so dramatic in Chergui, but I often get the impression that the scent molecules are pushed together by high pressure pasteurization, disfigured beyond recognition and hang like a cloudy, sticky veil over the scent.
My knowledge of French corresponds exactly to my expertise in the Finnish language. "Honey from Arabia" could have been a warning to me, I didn't take the time to translate the name or read the notes when ordering. I had to send a ALzD order quickly with perfume sample requests and then I thought of the Chopard newcomers, of which I chose a blind one.
A short praise for the team around AlzD, who promptly incorporated my wishes and sent them on the same day. The service can really be seen and no, the contribution is not sponsored.
For all I care, the fragrance could have been called "Lawrence d'Arabie" and bottled without the bee drool. But Mr. Morillas manages the almost impossible, that a cameo honey prelude doesn't really bother me. On the test strip it almost completely goes under and the spicy aromatic green tone is almost even more present than in the course on the skin.
Exceptionally a recommendation to test this smell in any case also on the strip. The same applies to the presence of the touch of iris, which I perceive most likely as a nuance of a dusty primer also only on paper. Iris lovers have no reason to fall into ecstasy with this fragrance.
But let's take it one at a time. The corpus is formed by a rose covered almost beyond recognition, which has been carefully sprinkled with incense and gently dabbed dry with resin tones. In order for the concept not to appear banal, green, delicately spicy, very present ethereal notes are added, which essentially contribute to the airiness in the overall picture of the aroma and so effortlessly pull this covered rose out of the camp of oppulence. All this is contrasted with a fine fruity acidity almost throughout the whole process. After reading in which direction I should think, a pomegranate adjustment seems quite plausible.
The result is discreetly fruity, sour, spicy and bulky, flowery, in short highly aromatic and the most important thing, not synthetically exhausting, which is written on the forehead of many modern fragrances, at the latest after several hours of wearing. A wonderful connection is created on the skin and in the projection, dancing along the ridge of the unisex path in perfect balance. I hardly ever use attributes like "sexy", but this fragrance triggers the desire to include such a vocabulary in the text. It is also not often that a fragrance "shines" aromatically on the strip for my sensation.
It's never about starting hype trains (free of charge), but I like to share my pleasure in this fragrance. It only took 24 years for Chopard to stir another fragrance that touches me as much as "Heaven" or "Bogner Man" once did in 1990, although they have nothing in common, except perhaps a comparably sophisticated aura that works here for man and woman alike.
In front of my keyboard there is the strip that sprays its aroma like a pulse and robs me of my senses. Despite the sensual olfactory attack on my center of reason, it is certainly not a holy grail among fragrances.
There will never be a fragrance, whether niche or designer, on which the fragrance community will ever agree. I think this is a very important aspect that you should never lose sight of during your own fragrance journey. Individual tastes and, of course, the possibilities of a financial nature simply diverge too much.
For me it is just an exciting designer fragrance with comparable potential of some 90s fragrances, which marketing has pushed into the exclusive line and you want to see 275€/100ml for it. The scent itself can't help it. Therefore I do not search desperately for reasons to soften the smell impression gained by myself.
I dare, however, to publicly doubt that tripling the price to underline the exclusivity of this fragrance would make more sales than if it were offered for sale in the 90-100€ class with every chain. Even at the risk of being smelled on every corner. Which makes me less interested in wearing a perfume.
The fragrance has everything perfume needs for me. The character of the projection is harmonious, it nestles wonderfully to the skin. It is versatile in terms of applications and not limited to one season, not too loud, not too quiet and hits my nerve perfectly. In almost 5 years here on Parfumo, I have always wound myself to give away a 10.
I clearly lack the reasons not to do it this time. The 10 gets the fragrance anyway not because of its presentation but despite its presentation.
There's one thing I'd like to get off my chest:
The manageable rendezvous of honey in the prelude or as a poetic namesake does not even make this fragrance a half-gourmand, those who need dirty notes to underline sexyness are also on the wrong steamboat here. In other places on the Internet a teen note is listed. Fortunately, I look for these in vain.
If Chopard Marketing wanted to give me this fragrance, it would be well received by its recipient.
Honey chords in fragrances like to obscure my view of the things I want to get to the bottom of, which is equivalent to fogging. Prominent examples would be Vermeil PH or his model, L'Envol, not quite so dramatic in Chergui, but I often get the impression that the scent molecules are pushed together by high pressure pasteurization, disfigured beyond recognition and hang like a cloudy, sticky veil over the scent.
My knowledge of French corresponds exactly to my expertise in the Finnish language. "Honey from Arabia" could have been a warning to me, I didn't take the time to translate the name or read the notes when ordering. I had to send a ALzD order quickly with perfume sample requests and then I thought of the Chopard newcomers, of which I chose a blind one.
A short praise for the team around AlzD, who promptly incorporated my wishes and sent them on the same day. The service can really be seen and no, the contribution is not sponsored.
For all I care, the fragrance could have been called "Lawrence d'Arabie" and bottled without the bee drool. But Mr. Morillas manages the almost impossible, that a cameo honey prelude doesn't really bother me. On the test strip it almost completely goes under and the spicy aromatic green tone is almost even more present than in the course on the skin.
Exceptionally a recommendation to test this smell in any case also on the strip. The same applies to the presence of the touch of iris, which I perceive most likely as a nuance of a dusty primer also only on paper. Iris lovers have no reason to fall into ecstasy with this fragrance.
But let's take it one at a time. The corpus is formed by a rose covered almost beyond recognition, which has been carefully sprinkled with incense and gently dabbed dry with resin tones. In order for the concept not to appear banal, green, delicately spicy, very present ethereal notes are added, which essentially contribute to the airiness in the overall picture of the aroma and so effortlessly pull this covered rose out of the camp of oppulence. All this is contrasted with a fine fruity acidity almost throughout the whole process. After reading in which direction I should think, a pomegranate adjustment seems quite plausible.
The result is discreetly fruity, sour, spicy and bulky, flowery, in short highly aromatic and the most important thing, not synthetically exhausting, which is written on the forehead of many modern fragrances, at the latest after several hours of wearing. A wonderful connection is created on the skin and in the projection, dancing along the ridge of the unisex path in perfect balance. I hardly ever use attributes like "sexy", but this fragrance triggers the desire to include such a vocabulary in the text. It is also not often that a fragrance "shines" aromatically on the strip for my sensation.
It's never about starting hype trains (free of charge), but I like to share my pleasure in this fragrance. It only took 24 years for Chopard to stir another fragrance that touches me as much as "Heaven" or "Bogner Man" once did in 1990, although they have nothing in common, except perhaps a comparably sophisticated aura that works here for man and woman alike.
In front of my keyboard there is the strip that sprays its aroma like a pulse and robs me of my senses. Despite the sensual olfactory attack on my center of reason, it is certainly not a holy grail among fragrances.
There will never be a fragrance, whether niche or designer, on which the fragrance community will ever agree. I think this is a very important aspect that you should never lose sight of during your own fragrance journey. Individual tastes and, of course, the possibilities of a financial nature simply diverge too much.
For me it is just an exciting designer fragrance with comparable potential of some 90s fragrances, which marketing has pushed into the exclusive line and you want to see 275€/100ml for it. The scent itself can't help it. Therefore I do not search desperately for reasons to soften the smell impression gained by myself.
I dare, however, to publicly doubt that tripling the price to underline the exclusivity of this fragrance would make more sales than if it were offered for sale in the 90-100€ class with every chain. Even at the risk of being smelled on every corner. Which makes me less interested in wearing a perfume.
The fragrance has everything perfume needs for me. The character of the projection is harmonious, it nestles wonderfully to the skin. It is versatile in terms of applications and not limited to one season, not too loud, not too quiet and hits my nerve perfectly. In almost 5 years here on Parfumo, I have always wound myself to give away a 10.
I clearly lack the reasons not to do it this time. The 10 gets the fragrance anyway not because of its presentation but despite its presentation.
There's one thing I'd like to get off my chest:
The manageable rendezvous of honey in the prelude or as a poetic namesake does not even make this fragrance a half-gourmand, those who need dirty notes to underline sexyness are also on the wrong steamboat here. In other places on the Internet a teen note is listed. Fortunately, I look for these in vain.
If Chopard Marketing wanted to give me this fragrance, it would be well received by its recipient.
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When the Postman rings twice.
Today was something like a scented Christmas for me. Two fragrances were eagerly awaited and a handful of self-chosen bottlings, including "Music for a While". I was almost standing on a trellis when the parcel postman announced his arrival with the stormy bell rhythm typical for him.
Sounds like he's trying to kick the door in with the bell. I felt the ringing of the bell like Christmas presents. "Music for a While" has been on my watch list radar since his announcement here. The manageable olfactory notation was simply test worthy.
I recently found Siam's Pineapple Chips at a REWE Group supermarket. If the stuff's in the vitamins, it's gotta be healthy, I figured. And because the packs were more in the Snow White portion format, 2 packs of them ended up in the shopping cart. For my health I go already times to my borders.
The smell that reminds me of the scent, however, is not created when the package is opened but when a load of these chips is conscientiously crushed in the mouth and allowed to unfold. What rises from this creates magnificent antagonists between fruit acid of pineapple and the caramelisation in one's own fructose.
And this game with contrasts is often very exciting for me, not only when it comes to eating or preparing it, but also when it comes to perfume, it is increasingly becoming a criterion. But I would like to give a warning in advance.
Just testing this scent on the strip and throwing it away after an hour would give me notes below the current dot average. The lavender here is bulky today with a flat silvery metallic aroma tone. Old lavender pillows or insect repellents come to mind. Here not shower gel freshness is endeavored but warfare agents of our grandparents.
I was wondering, why does Carlos B. need this lavender at all? Can't you leave it out?
But I am glad to have taken the strip test here for the sake of completeness. Because the scent process gives me the answer itself. It is an essential part of the recreation of this pineapple note. On paper, the process of this realization can take up to 2 hours. In the first half hour you should also let this fragrance breathe on your skin. The projection is exceptionally aromatic from the start, because the perfect balance of aromatic nuances of pineapple and its typical acidity illuminates the room. The caramelized roasted aromas recreated form a contrast that amazingly works even as a perfume.
You don't have to be afraid of vanilla or Etyhlmaltol for a change. The scent here does not stick to the skin, it is and remains on the airy side and still fills the room with 2 sprayers from the 2ml pocket sprayer. An extremely well staged composition of non-volatile pineapple and a slightly soapy aftershave undertone on patchouli corpus, which nestles to the skin without any problems. So the fragrance can also be worn by men without any problems.
Recently it has become difficult to inspire me with new fragrances. I just can't smell these iso-wood, vanilla-based feel-good arrangements anymore. In this respect "Music for a While" is for me already from the courageous conception a quite bearable ray of hope for the special occasions and from the music analogy rather a "Pomp & Circumstances March No. 1", because this fado-like singing characterized by suffering together with inconspicuous piano accompaniment with practice piece character, which had to serve here as name giver.
I wouldn't be surprised if sooner or later this scent came to me. Even at the risk of not using this fragrance regularly, it would have its right to exist in my manageable collection. Although there's nothing wrong with my perfume anymore. Wouldn't there still be the one who is able to close once and for all a scent gap left in the 90s on the theme of flowery, spicy and aromatic. I said today was the day of the mess. But that's another story.
Sounds like he's trying to kick the door in with the bell. I felt the ringing of the bell like Christmas presents. "Music for a While" has been on my watch list radar since his announcement here. The manageable olfactory notation was simply test worthy.
I recently found Siam's Pineapple Chips at a REWE Group supermarket. If the stuff's in the vitamins, it's gotta be healthy, I figured. And because the packs were more in the Snow White portion format, 2 packs of them ended up in the shopping cart. For my health I go already times to my borders.
The smell that reminds me of the scent, however, is not created when the package is opened but when a load of these chips is conscientiously crushed in the mouth and allowed to unfold. What rises from this creates magnificent antagonists between fruit acid of pineapple and the caramelisation in one's own fructose.
And this game with contrasts is often very exciting for me, not only when it comes to eating or preparing it, but also when it comes to perfume, it is increasingly becoming a criterion. But I would like to give a warning in advance.
Just testing this scent on the strip and throwing it away after an hour would give me notes below the current dot average. The lavender here is bulky today with a flat silvery metallic aroma tone. Old lavender pillows or insect repellents come to mind. Here not shower gel freshness is endeavored but warfare agents of our grandparents.
I was wondering, why does Carlos B. need this lavender at all? Can't you leave it out?
But I am glad to have taken the strip test here for the sake of completeness. Because the scent process gives me the answer itself. It is an essential part of the recreation of this pineapple note. On paper, the process of this realization can take up to 2 hours. In the first half hour you should also let this fragrance breathe on your skin. The projection is exceptionally aromatic from the start, because the perfect balance of aromatic nuances of pineapple and its typical acidity illuminates the room. The caramelized roasted aromas recreated form a contrast that amazingly works even as a perfume.
You don't have to be afraid of vanilla or Etyhlmaltol for a change. The scent here does not stick to the skin, it is and remains on the airy side and still fills the room with 2 sprayers from the 2ml pocket sprayer. An extremely well staged composition of non-volatile pineapple and a slightly soapy aftershave undertone on patchouli corpus, which nestles to the skin without any problems. So the fragrance can also be worn by men without any problems.
Recently it has become difficult to inspire me with new fragrances. I just can't smell these iso-wood, vanilla-based feel-good arrangements anymore. In this respect "Music for a While" is for me already from the courageous conception a quite bearable ray of hope for the special occasions and from the music analogy rather a "Pomp & Circumstances March No. 1", because this fado-like singing characterized by suffering together with inconspicuous piano accompaniment with practice piece character, which had to serve here as name giver.
I wouldn't be surprised if sooner or later this scent came to me. Even at the risk of not using this fragrance regularly, it would have its right to exist in my manageable collection. Although there's nothing wrong with my perfume anymore. Wouldn't there still be the one who is able to close once and for all a scent gap left in the 90s on the theme of flowery, spicy and aromatic. I said today was the day of the mess. But that's another story.
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