Saoirse

The mental light flash: Finally, finally, finally I understand what is meant by "Gourmand." Something that is supposed to make you crave sweets, right? As Garnet already noted: pure cotton candy, along with roasted almonds and a few other things that pull the fillings from my teeth. Sticky like caramel, chewy candies, licorice snails. I actually like sweet scents, but somewhere here the limit is reached. Fortunately, the sugar bomb subsides a bit, only to be found deep down again. I recognize absolutely nothing powdery or floral here, unfortunately also nothing of my beloved tonka bean. Too many pralines around. And here the signal lamp lights up: I should urgently schedule an appointment for a routine check at the dentist.
The only glimmer of hope: I don't have a whole bottle, just a small 1.5ml sample that will take up little space in my sparsely furnished quarters, until one day in hopefully the distant future the lights go out for me.

This or something similar could be the ad in the partner search section "It seeks It." The cool blue in the sexy six-pack comes across as fresh and cheeky. There isn't much to say about it, except: Too bad, it would have fit well in the Cool Water and New West lineup. Probably that's why it is officially no longer available. It seems there was one Aqua-Man too many. In the Miniature Catalog Volume 2, Viale is also mentioned as the manufacturer, but you still won't find more information. Rest in peace.

At some point, a long time ago, I thought the scent was really cool, so pure when sniffed straight from the bottle. But then every guy who considered himself an Adonis from the corresponding commercial started running around with it. It didn't matter whether it suited him or not. Among all the hordes who wore this water, there was only one in my circle of acquaintances to whom it really suited. The guy was of medium height, athletic, usually wore light jeans, white T-shirts, and cowboy boots, had black curly hair and light blue eyes. He was a real jerk, which somewhat justified the "cool" aspect of the water. After a department head, tall, portly, with a crown of black hair, plaid jackets from the late 60s-so not even casually Burberry-, a mustache, and thick black horn-rimmed glasses seemed to be bathing in this ocean, it was all over. Once, I tested the little water on myself, following the motto: "If I can't find the right man to match it, then I'll just keep the scent for myself." But after about 15 minutes, I felt like one of those chewing gums in the blue sugar coating that could be bought for 10 pfennigs from unhygienic vending machines. So goodbye Cool Water, hello Aramis "New West." I still like it today, not everyone wears it, it smells great on me, and it comes without the Adonis commercial image. True class is not shown by being sold cheaply by the dozen.

The name says it all. Since my existing bottle has an extremely tight cap but no label to reveal its actual contents, I needed moderate force to uncover the mystery. And then I am greeted by everything I have ever tasted in vanilla. Vanilla sugar, vanilla pudding, vanilla ice cream. This fragrance combined with the cocoa-orange series from Yves Rocher and the diet program should be perfect, if it really is enough to smell all of that instead of eating it. Those who love pure vanilla will find themselves perfectly at home here. And for anyone who has no idea what to bring to the table as Sunday pastries: How about vanilla cookies?

Théosiris is a powerful, hefty fragrance. It reminds me of autumn as I knew it from the past. The last flowers are blooming, the last berries are hanging on the bushes, one wanders over rain-soaked forest ground, and somewhere in the distance, someone is burning leaves and old wood. A dog with its keen sense of smell would now sniff the scent of "Théosiris"; a human would have to multiply these impressions a hundredfold or even a thousandfold. For a women's fragrance, it seems almost too woody, too mossy, and too smoky; for a men's fragrance, too intense, floral, and sweet. This aroma fits a resolute, nature-loving lady, as embodied by Margaret Rutherford in the "Miss Marple" films, like it was tailor-made.