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Never judge a book by its cover....
I remember well that day in September 2018 when I purchased this perfume. A branch of our local perfumery was closed and merged with a larger same chain. The result was: 50% off the existing range.
Another perfume was the target of my desire. This was also allowed with, and while I stood agonizingly long at the sheer endless cash register, my gaze fell on this inconspicuous bottle of Cacharel.
Cacharel is not a name that awakens desires today. During my childhood in the 90s, however, it was promising and I remember seeing advertisements for this perfume.
A quick spray on the wrist. Yes, smells good. Test bottle put back. After all, there was the perfume for this price very often in the department store I trust, it did not have to be immediately, but enough perfumes stood around with me. The queue became shorter only agonizingly slowly, and again and again the wrist wandered to the nose. And there it was, the urge for a fragrance, as I had not experienced it for a long time.
When I was finally allowed to pay, I unceremoniously turned around and grabbed Noa.
Here could be an end, as with many purchases that had to eke out their existence in the drawer at some point. But no, Noa is different.
Thanks to Noa, I no longer smell daily after Classique, but quite often after Noa.
The first spray is very alcohol-heavy, slightly aldehyde. Since I do not like him, but this impression disappears within seconds.
Then follows already in barely perceptible succession head and heart notes, which I can not distinguish at all. I smell flowers, something green, and at the same time the lily of the valley. But the musk also works its way forward, but is rather tame at the beginning and is depressed by the flowers. Actually, also not the fragrance that I want.
But after a good ten minutes, it develops its potential, and that's exactly why I love it. The base note comes into play, and without being able to name an exact note, it just smells cozy and well-groomed. Yes, I can smell out the vanilla, the incense and the cedar. But the scent is restrained, not a whopper. Even when people take me in their arms, no one can smell anything in particular. Sometimes I am asked if I had just drunk a coffee, after all, I have such a note on me. (In fact, I had never drunk a coffee on those days.)
Other questions, whether I would have applied an expensive cream.
I don't think I've ever had a perfume that I received so many compliments on. But in fact never how great my perfume smell - I hear that about other fragrances, here I only get told how great I smell. Just yesterday at a celebration, a friend came several times, took me in his arms with the words, she just wanted to sniff me, because I would smell so great.
For me, this is a clean, warm cuddly scent. A smell that says, "I don't need the big stage, I don't need a big show. I'm enough for me." A fragrance that has been available for so long is one of the classics for me, and I wouldn't want it out of my life.
If I were told I could only own one perfume now, it would be Noa. I never believed in that when I bought it. He is anything but modern in his appearance, on the dressing table he does not stand out as a beauty. And yet he is now my favorite everyday fragrance, and more than once I had another fragrance in hand and yet decided without further ado to apply it as a daytime fragrance.
I do not see any images with him. While other fragrances enchant me, he was not allowed anywhere with. Or yet, most likely I see a colleague in front of me, who told me the first day I wore him only how incredible I smell that day. He bought the fragrance shortly after for his girlfriend at the time, who is now history. But at the Christmas party, he sat next to me and sniffed me again, grinning. I think the fragrance I associate most with this dear colleague.
The fragrance does not last forever, I bought a second bottle for the office to be able to replenish. Twice a day applied but is quite enough.
CONCLUSION: Noa is not a visual, but an olfactory highlight. He is unobtrusive, well-groomed and yet has this refined depth, which I find very pleasant in everyday life. In addition, he is often on sale for 20 euros to have, which does not disgust him even budget-conscious wearers.
From the age I would say not under 30. He is not hip, but rather classic. Before I would have appreciated him also certainly not, but now he is a good fragrance.
Addendum in May 2022:
Yes, is my comment already so old?
I have now endured a year without Noa. New fragrances have moved in with me, and I have spent far too much time browsing Parfumo and looking for new treasures.
For weeks, I've been thinking of Noa like an old friend you've lost track of and long for an extensive chat. Yes, that's how I felt about Noa, but I wanted something new. What had I me promising fragrances on Parfumo ausgeguckt, but in the perfumery they just did not want to convince.
Then the attempt to acquire a cuddly cream fragrance in the drugstore. Flakon um Flakon I tested, always scared away.
Today, without further ado, I ordered Noa and am curious how our reunion turns out. Noa, you have come to stay.
Another perfume was the target of my desire. This was also allowed with, and while I stood agonizingly long at the sheer endless cash register, my gaze fell on this inconspicuous bottle of Cacharel.
Cacharel is not a name that awakens desires today. During my childhood in the 90s, however, it was promising and I remember seeing advertisements for this perfume.
A quick spray on the wrist. Yes, smells good. Test bottle put back. After all, there was the perfume for this price very often in the department store I trust, it did not have to be immediately, but enough perfumes stood around with me. The queue became shorter only agonizingly slowly, and again and again the wrist wandered to the nose. And there it was, the urge for a fragrance, as I had not experienced it for a long time.
When I was finally allowed to pay, I unceremoniously turned around and grabbed Noa.
Here could be an end, as with many purchases that had to eke out their existence in the drawer at some point. But no, Noa is different.
Thanks to Noa, I no longer smell daily after Classique, but quite often after Noa.
The first spray is very alcohol-heavy, slightly aldehyde. Since I do not like him, but this impression disappears within seconds.
Then follows already in barely perceptible succession head and heart notes, which I can not distinguish at all. I smell flowers, something green, and at the same time the lily of the valley. But the musk also works its way forward, but is rather tame at the beginning and is depressed by the flowers. Actually, also not the fragrance that I want.
But after a good ten minutes, it develops its potential, and that's exactly why I love it. The base note comes into play, and without being able to name an exact note, it just smells cozy and well-groomed. Yes, I can smell out the vanilla, the incense and the cedar. But the scent is restrained, not a whopper. Even when people take me in their arms, no one can smell anything in particular. Sometimes I am asked if I had just drunk a coffee, after all, I have such a note on me. (In fact, I had never drunk a coffee on those days.)
Other questions, whether I would have applied an expensive cream.
I don't think I've ever had a perfume that I received so many compliments on. But in fact never how great my perfume smell - I hear that about other fragrances, here I only get told how great I smell. Just yesterday at a celebration, a friend came several times, took me in his arms with the words, she just wanted to sniff me, because I would smell so great.
For me, this is a clean, warm cuddly scent. A smell that says, "I don't need the big stage, I don't need a big show. I'm enough for me." A fragrance that has been available for so long is one of the classics for me, and I wouldn't want it out of my life.
If I were told I could only own one perfume now, it would be Noa. I never believed in that when I bought it. He is anything but modern in his appearance, on the dressing table he does not stand out as a beauty. And yet he is now my favorite everyday fragrance, and more than once I had another fragrance in hand and yet decided without further ado to apply it as a daytime fragrance.
I do not see any images with him. While other fragrances enchant me, he was not allowed anywhere with. Or yet, most likely I see a colleague in front of me, who told me the first day I wore him only how incredible I smell that day. He bought the fragrance shortly after for his girlfriend at the time, who is now history. But at the Christmas party, he sat next to me and sniffed me again, grinning. I think the fragrance I associate most with this dear colleague.
The fragrance does not last forever, I bought a second bottle for the office to be able to replenish. Twice a day applied but is quite enough.
CONCLUSION: Noa is not a visual, but an olfactory highlight. He is unobtrusive, well-groomed and yet has this refined depth, which I find very pleasant in everyday life. In addition, he is often on sale for 20 euros to have, which does not disgust him even budget-conscious wearers.
From the age I would say not under 30. He is not hip, but rather classic. Before I would have appreciated him also certainly not, but now he is a good fragrance.
Addendum in May 2022:
Yes, is my comment already so old?
I have now endured a year without Noa. New fragrances have moved in with me, and I have spent far too much time browsing Parfumo and looking for new treasures.
For weeks, I've been thinking of Noa like an old friend you've lost track of and long for an extensive chat. Yes, that's how I felt about Noa, but I wanted something new. What had I me promising fragrances on Parfumo ausgeguckt, but in the perfumery they just did not want to convince.
Then the attempt to acquire a cuddly cream fragrance in the drugstore. Flakon um Flakon I tested, always scared away.
Today, without further ado, I ordered Noa and am curious how our reunion turns out. Noa, you have come to stay.
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Can a scent be political?
The year is 2017, when I first discover Rituals for myself. It's early fall, and I bought myself a hand cream. The scent was different than this one.
A few weeks later we flew to London. It is my favourite city, and I wanted to have been there with my husband at least once before the Brexit, because until now I had always been there without him.
When we passed a Ritual Store, my husband dragged me in. Until then it was my first visit to one of these shops, because before I had only seen these products in the department store. Well well as much as I loved the Ayurveda series, so much did I reject other ranks. Only this white one, called Sakura, was strange to me - and actually I didn't want to test a new series. And then my husband came up with this smell and wanted to buy it for me. But since it was more expensive than in Germany, my savings fox spoke to me: "Buy it at home." The hand cream might then be included, but I almost forgot the perfume again.
And then came Christmas, shortly before I already got a complete set of the Ayurveda series and at Christmas followed Sakura, including the perfume introduced.
Now this fragrance is not complicated has no pyramid and only smells sweet and well-groomed. It smells like the other products in the range and is therefore well suited for everyday use. Above all, you don't have to think about how to combine it - shower foam, Bodycream and Bodymist belong together and don't smell exaggerated even in combination.
The crucial question is: What exactly does it smell like? In spring I was allowed to sniff the cherry blossoms in the garden, and the perfume actually smells that way away. It's floral and sweet and a little sticky, but not like cotton candy. Rather, it smells as if Nivea is having a child with a cherry pie - the cake scent is gone, the creamy cherry remains. Not much sugar, quite suitable for diabetics. But also not juicy, but really creamy. Let's put it this way: If there was a fabric softener with this fragrance, I wouldn't have to test it all the time...
The durability of the smell is manageable, I perceive it about 4 hours. Sillage is rather small, if I may believe my environment. I myself have the impression that he fills a room, but my husband of the gods thinks that he only perceives it when he is very close to me. And I would smell good and groomed, not pushy.
To sum up, this is a linear cake fragrance that I like to wear on cloudy days. The cream belongs anyway to my evening ritual and therefore also means cuddling time. Some days a few hours before going to bed I talk the body dung on my pillow, fresh I would surely get a headache from it - I just don't like strong scents near my nose in bed.
In general, I think this fragrance is a great everyday companion, like a clean handkerchief. He doesn't bother me, gives me a good feeling even on stressful days. I can count on him. And that's reason enough for me to love him and buy him back. The bottle is valuable, whether the fragrance is worth its money is another question. At Christmas he is on the wish list again, because then my bottle will surely be used up.
A drop of melancholy remains: this perfume smells like London for me, and with it also like Brexit. Can a fragrance be political? Or doesn't it rather show that a foreign ritual (I associate cherry blossoms with Japan) can bring people together? Don't we all want the same thing - to live in peace, to be happy and maybe still smell good?
London's visit politicized this smell for me, and I can't help but think of political change when I use it. And hopefully in 10 years it will still be available - and maybe the story will end better than expected... But this dimension has joined for me and taken away the innocence of the cherry blossoms..
A few weeks later we flew to London. It is my favourite city, and I wanted to have been there with my husband at least once before the Brexit, because until now I had always been there without him.
When we passed a Ritual Store, my husband dragged me in. Until then it was my first visit to one of these shops, because before I had only seen these products in the department store. Well well as much as I loved the Ayurveda series, so much did I reject other ranks. Only this white one, called Sakura, was strange to me - and actually I didn't want to test a new series. And then my husband came up with this smell and wanted to buy it for me. But since it was more expensive than in Germany, my savings fox spoke to me: "Buy it at home." The hand cream might then be included, but I almost forgot the perfume again.
And then came Christmas, shortly before I already got a complete set of the Ayurveda series and at Christmas followed Sakura, including the perfume introduced.
Now this fragrance is not complicated has no pyramid and only smells sweet and well-groomed. It smells like the other products in the range and is therefore well suited for everyday use. Above all, you don't have to think about how to combine it - shower foam, Bodycream and Bodymist belong together and don't smell exaggerated even in combination.
The crucial question is: What exactly does it smell like? In spring I was allowed to sniff the cherry blossoms in the garden, and the perfume actually smells that way away. It's floral and sweet and a little sticky, but not like cotton candy. Rather, it smells as if Nivea is having a child with a cherry pie - the cake scent is gone, the creamy cherry remains. Not much sugar, quite suitable for diabetics. But also not juicy, but really creamy. Let's put it this way: If there was a fabric softener with this fragrance, I wouldn't have to test it all the time...
The durability of the smell is manageable, I perceive it about 4 hours. Sillage is rather small, if I may believe my environment. I myself have the impression that he fills a room, but my husband of the gods thinks that he only perceives it when he is very close to me. And I would smell good and groomed, not pushy.
To sum up, this is a linear cake fragrance that I like to wear on cloudy days. The cream belongs anyway to my evening ritual and therefore also means cuddling time. Some days a few hours before going to bed I talk the body dung on my pillow, fresh I would surely get a headache from it - I just don't like strong scents near my nose in bed.
In general, I think this fragrance is a great everyday companion, like a clean handkerchief. He doesn't bother me, gives me a good feeling even on stressful days. I can count on him. And that's reason enough for me to love him and buy him back. The bottle is valuable, whether the fragrance is worth its money is another question. At Christmas he is on the wish list again, because then my bottle will surely be used up.
A drop of melancholy remains: this perfume smells like London for me, and with it also like Brexit. Can a fragrance be political? Or doesn't it rather show that a foreign ritual (I associate cherry blossoms with Japan) can bring people together? Don't we all want the same thing - to live in peace, to be happy and maybe still smell good?
London's visit politicized this smell for me, and I can't help but think of political change when I use it. And hopefully in 10 years it will still be available - and maybe the story will end better than expected... But this dimension has joined for me and taken away the innocence of the cherry blossoms..
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A strong Oriental for the courageous
I came to this smell like the virgin to the grinding machine - or something similar. :)
I am a real fan of oriental fragrances, oriental cuisine and the Orient itself. During my visits there I noticed again and again the scent on top, which for my Central European nose are quite unusual. Buying perfume in the medina is therefore more difficult because you are virtually beaten to death. (Which doesn't mean that I didn't take perfume stones with me too, for me the epitome of oriental scent.)
At some point I was looking for a new fragrance, and this was a blind purchase. On the buying side at the big river it was said as follows:
"Mokhalat al-rehab al-rehab is a serious, hauntingly-full scent of Indian eagle wood with floral notes, eagle wood (oud) and amber."
My fingers were tingling, and about eight euros for a 35ml bottle is not money.
The bottle is unadorned and not very decorative, which is probably due to the low price.
I ordered it with two other fragrances and was strangely shocked when I smelled the perfume the first time.
He smelled like a perfume my mother owned in my childhood. It was in the junk drawer in the kitchen, yellow and in a plain, unmarked round bottle. The whole drawer smelled exactly like this scent, and I loved and loathed it at the same time.
Loved, because it was the only perfume I was allowed to use unrestrained as a child. And hated, because the smell is peculiar, severe, almost biting.
Since I already own YR's voile d'ambre and like the amber here, I was sure I loved this smell as well. What a naive view!
When sprayed for the first time, the fragrance has something medical about it, not directly alcoholic. And then comes directly a musty heaviness, which forces me to smell it again and again and to make a face. Is it this so-called oud that the previous commentary talks about? Still, I smell something floral. Is there an iris hiding here? Or jasmine? My nose is not yet trained, and something soapy also breaks through after a good half hour. It is not a luxury soap, but these soap pieces, which were fastened in the school toilet with a magnet, thus perhaps the remainders of the cheapest GDR soap, which were probably still used up to my school time after the reunification.
Then this smell has something single for me, like the old handbags of my mother, which lay long in the box, but only slightly. However, it always remains a touch sweet without being gourmandig. Is praline included? I imagined it once.
Over time, the fragrance becomes lighter, less dominant, almost powdery. But a lot of things get powdery with me and I love it! Nevertheless, I would not advise to dose it strongly - it already pops with a spray!
This fragrance composition awakens so many memories in me that I have almost forgotten - it is incredible. I also think of the streets of Marrakech, my favourite city of the Orient so far. Not everything smells good there, but strange and different, tempting and threatening. And that's how this perfume smells.
When I ordered it more than a year ago, I hid it disgusted in my storeroom. Whenever I got new cosmetics from the bunker or washed my laundry, I tested the scent again. And I still had a pleasant horror. Sometimes I had to wash it off after half an hour because I got a headache from him.
But my relationship with him changes, my perception of smell changes. Maybe we'll even become close friends at some point, curiosity and distance still balance each other out. It doesn't smell as repulsive as it did weeks ago, but I've noticed in the last few weeks that my olfactory perceptions have changed anyway
Today I wear the fragrance for the first time without the urgent need for a bath. The shelf life is enormous - and so is the Sillage. Therefore again the request - dose sparingly!
But how Parfumo comes up with the idea that this perfume is exclusively for men does not open up to me. I can call him unisex, but he's not purely manly. I feel feminine and strong with this fragrance, but if I want to wear it outside... I'm not brave enough yet. Yesterday I wore a fragrance of the same manufacturer for the first time on a girls' evening in town and felt great. Maybe that'll work out too!
Per today I can say: an interesting fragrance. Not one that goes with a young girl. Maybe when I'm older, it'll fit even better. He smells like a strong, opulent woman to me. Not necessarily thick, but with strong curves, dark eyes and elaborate clothing. Maybe even fur? Then he will never suit me... But with the rest I could serve.
I'll be waiting. Perhaps he will become my faithful companion, perhaps he will remain a fleeting acquaintance. We get to know each other and then decide..
I am a real fan of oriental fragrances, oriental cuisine and the Orient itself. During my visits there I noticed again and again the scent on top, which for my Central European nose are quite unusual. Buying perfume in the medina is therefore more difficult because you are virtually beaten to death. (Which doesn't mean that I didn't take perfume stones with me too, for me the epitome of oriental scent.)
At some point I was looking for a new fragrance, and this was a blind purchase. On the buying side at the big river it was said as follows:
"Mokhalat al-rehab al-rehab is a serious, hauntingly-full scent of Indian eagle wood with floral notes, eagle wood (oud) and amber."
My fingers were tingling, and about eight euros for a 35ml bottle is not money.
The bottle is unadorned and not very decorative, which is probably due to the low price.
I ordered it with two other fragrances and was strangely shocked when I smelled the perfume the first time.
He smelled like a perfume my mother owned in my childhood. It was in the junk drawer in the kitchen, yellow and in a plain, unmarked round bottle. The whole drawer smelled exactly like this scent, and I loved and loathed it at the same time.
Loved, because it was the only perfume I was allowed to use unrestrained as a child. And hated, because the smell is peculiar, severe, almost biting.
Since I already own YR's voile d'ambre and like the amber here, I was sure I loved this smell as well. What a naive view!
When sprayed for the first time, the fragrance has something medical about it, not directly alcoholic. And then comes directly a musty heaviness, which forces me to smell it again and again and to make a face. Is it this so-called oud that the previous commentary talks about? Still, I smell something floral. Is there an iris hiding here? Or jasmine? My nose is not yet trained, and something soapy also breaks through after a good half hour. It is not a luxury soap, but these soap pieces, which were fastened in the school toilet with a magnet, thus perhaps the remainders of the cheapest GDR soap, which were probably still used up to my school time after the reunification.
Then this smell has something single for me, like the old handbags of my mother, which lay long in the box, but only slightly. However, it always remains a touch sweet without being gourmandig. Is praline included? I imagined it once.
Over time, the fragrance becomes lighter, less dominant, almost powdery. But a lot of things get powdery with me and I love it! Nevertheless, I would not advise to dose it strongly - it already pops with a spray!
This fragrance composition awakens so many memories in me that I have almost forgotten - it is incredible. I also think of the streets of Marrakech, my favourite city of the Orient so far. Not everything smells good there, but strange and different, tempting and threatening. And that's how this perfume smells.
When I ordered it more than a year ago, I hid it disgusted in my storeroom. Whenever I got new cosmetics from the bunker or washed my laundry, I tested the scent again. And I still had a pleasant horror. Sometimes I had to wash it off after half an hour because I got a headache from him.
But my relationship with him changes, my perception of smell changes. Maybe we'll even become close friends at some point, curiosity and distance still balance each other out. It doesn't smell as repulsive as it did weeks ago, but I've noticed in the last few weeks that my olfactory perceptions have changed anyway
Today I wear the fragrance for the first time without the urgent need for a bath. The shelf life is enormous - and so is the Sillage. Therefore again the request - dose sparingly!
But how Parfumo comes up with the idea that this perfume is exclusively for men does not open up to me. I can call him unisex, but he's not purely manly. I feel feminine and strong with this fragrance, but if I want to wear it outside... I'm not brave enough yet. Yesterday I wore a fragrance of the same manufacturer for the first time on a girls' evening in town and felt great. Maybe that'll work out too!
Per today I can say: an interesting fragrance. Not one that goes with a young girl. Maybe when I'm older, it'll fit even better. He smells like a strong, opulent woman to me. Not necessarily thick, but with strong curves, dark eyes and elaborate clothing. Maybe even fur? Then he will never suit me... But with the rest I could serve.
I'll be waiting. Perhaps he will become my faithful companion, perhaps he will remain a fleeting acquaintance. We get to know each other and then decide..
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You can't be what you're not..
With this quote of the wonderful song "Drag me to hell" I want to describe the perfume spitz.
It wasn't my scent from the beginning. Of course, he is pleasant, nice and... And then I think the little sister of... is nice. Oh, you know what I mean. But that doesn't really do me justice to the smell!
For a long time, I sneaked around this very special bottle, smelled it here, tested it there. But buy? Maybe someday. In addition, a friend of mine at university always picked up this perfume. She never smelled bad, but could I have said she was wearing a perfume? At that time I loved everything with Patchouli and did not stop at the fragrance oil. Maybe they'll understand me if you take that detail into account. WUMMS against tickle - My former scent preferences against approx.
At some point in my life I arrived, the university was over, just like the friendship to the said fragrance bearer. It was shortly after Christmas, and our drugstore offered all sorts of fragrances for sale, which came in special gift boxes. So also CA.
The perfume and a body lotion for 10 Euro, why not? I had spent a lot of money on Christmas presents and the holiday had just been paid for, so why not? New year, new luck, new perfume. At that time I already used Parfumo for research purposes and it had a better rating than today, I mean even more than 7 points. So many people can't be wrong?
I was enthusiastic about applying the perfume. After my Magnifique of Lancome was used up and I didn't want to pay moon prices for a fragrance I didn't necessarily have to have, I wanted so much a new fragrance that would characterize me. And I'm always enthusiastic about new purchases in the beginning!
I even liked him at first. He's clean, well-groomed, nice... But I don't want a nice perfume, I want one with character!
In order to lend him this, I took him on holiday in spring. It's a spleen of mine, each holiday I have a different perfume and then wear it with memories of the holiday. They are quasi liquid holiday memories, and that is exactly what I want from them.
But even this charge of memories only managed to bring me back the bathroom of the hotel. I see the brown bath, beautifully done, oriental, big shower. But no, that's not how I imagined it!
There is still a small remnant in my bottle, and when I wear it, I often enough ask myself: "Why?"
The last days we were on a family visit with relatives of my husband, other side of Germany, almost a short vacation. In my cosmetic bag of my handbag there is the rest, and even now I only smell the smell, but not the pictures.
I put on this very nice scent, it stings me in the nose. Something is synthetic, then comes moisture, which at some point threatens to turn into rotten fruit. From the comments I could infer that I am not alone with this perception. But luckily this bad note flies away quickly (it doesn't last three minutes) and any vanilla note remains. Vanilla, it always works, doesn't it? Yeah, most of the time. Nevertheless, this note reminds me more of cheap vanillin than of a fresh vanilla pod from Madagascar.
The shelf life of the fragrance is rather modest, but this suits me well when it comes to using it up, otherwise it might already have ended up in the garbage. But when I replenish it after four hours, it is again easily perceptible (never more than two sprays!) without being too intrusive.
After almost three years I am happy when this fragrance leaves my collection. And it's like Lord of the Lost sing - you can't be what you're not. It should be a lesson to me to buy a fragrance that doesn't really convince me to be adapted to the mainstream. Not that I usually wear special fragrances - but every girl can wear them. If my 17-year-old niece wears it, I'll find it appropriate. She's beautiful, graceful and a little shy. Maybe that's where the scent fits, while I'm not shy anymore.
CA should be a thing of the past in a maximum of two weeks. And I won't shed a tear for her. She is like my friendship to the old fragrance bearer: quite nice, and also in retrospect nice that she was there. But nice isn't enough, and CA won't teach me anymore. And if someone walks past me with this scent, I'm sure I won't recognize the scent. Then one smells cultivated, nice - and for me not perceptible after perfume
It wasn't my scent from the beginning. Of course, he is pleasant, nice and... And then I think the little sister of... is nice. Oh, you know what I mean. But that doesn't really do me justice to the smell!
For a long time, I sneaked around this very special bottle, smelled it here, tested it there. But buy? Maybe someday. In addition, a friend of mine at university always picked up this perfume. She never smelled bad, but could I have said she was wearing a perfume? At that time I loved everything with Patchouli and did not stop at the fragrance oil. Maybe they'll understand me if you take that detail into account. WUMMS against tickle - My former scent preferences against approx.
At some point in my life I arrived, the university was over, just like the friendship to the said fragrance bearer. It was shortly after Christmas, and our drugstore offered all sorts of fragrances for sale, which came in special gift boxes. So also CA.
The perfume and a body lotion for 10 Euro, why not? I had spent a lot of money on Christmas presents and the holiday had just been paid for, so why not? New year, new luck, new perfume. At that time I already used Parfumo for research purposes and it had a better rating than today, I mean even more than 7 points. So many people can't be wrong?
I was enthusiastic about applying the perfume. After my Magnifique of Lancome was used up and I didn't want to pay moon prices for a fragrance I didn't necessarily have to have, I wanted so much a new fragrance that would characterize me. And I'm always enthusiastic about new purchases in the beginning!
I even liked him at first. He's clean, well-groomed, nice... But I don't want a nice perfume, I want one with character!
In order to lend him this, I took him on holiday in spring. It's a spleen of mine, each holiday I have a different perfume and then wear it with memories of the holiday. They are quasi liquid holiday memories, and that is exactly what I want from them.
But even this charge of memories only managed to bring me back the bathroom of the hotel. I see the brown bath, beautifully done, oriental, big shower. But no, that's not how I imagined it!
There is still a small remnant in my bottle, and when I wear it, I often enough ask myself: "Why?"
The last days we were on a family visit with relatives of my husband, other side of Germany, almost a short vacation. In my cosmetic bag of my handbag there is the rest, and even now I only smell the smell, but not the pictures.
I put on this very nice scent, it stings me in the nose. Something is synthetic, then comes moisture, which at some point threatens to turn into rotten fruit. From the comments I could infer that I am not alone with this perception. But luckily this bad note flies away quickly (it doesn't last three minutes) and any vanilla note remains. Vanilla, it always works, doesn't it? Yeah, most of the time. Nevertheless, this note reminds me more of cheap vanillin than of a fresh vanilla pod from Madagascar.
The shelf life of the fragrance is rather modest, but this suits me well when it comes to using it up, otherwise it might already have ended up in the garbage. But when I replenish it after four hours, it is again easily perceptible (never more than two sprays!) without being too intrusive.
After almost three years I am happy when this fragrance leaves my collection. And it's like Lord of the Lost sing - you can't be what you're not. It should be a lesson to me to buy a fragrance that doesn't really convince me to be adapted to the mainstream. Not that I usually wear special fragrances - but every girl can wear them. If my 17-year-old niece wears it, I'll find it appropriate. She's beautiful, graceful and a little shy. Maybe that's where the scent fits, while I'm not shy anymore.
CA should be a thing of the past in a maximum of two weeks. And I won't shed a tear for her. She is like my friendship to the old fragrance bearer: quite nice, and also in retrospect nice that she was there. But nice isn't enough, and CA won't teach me anymore. And if someone walks past me with this scent, I'm sure I won't recognize the scent. Then one smells cultivated, nice - and for me not perceptible after perfume
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Diffuse lights, cotton candy in the air
When the scent came out, it was for me and my girlfriends in a sheer
unattainable league. Unreachable, because it simply did not exist in our country. And our pocket money was, if available, so scarce that we divided ourselves in such a way that even a fragrance for 10, 12 euros was organized only on special occasions.
We all know the magazine ads for the perfume, you I didn't know the smell for years. It was the first time he met me after I moved to another federal state when a friend called this incredibly fragrant bottle her own. The bottle of matt-recycling paper magazines!
Like me, my girlfriend had already moved into her own apartment when I was a minor and lived a life that seemed very privileged to me at the time due to a much better financial situation. I loved using that smell on her. It was my first step towards the scent of the mainstream, I had previously only possessed Yves Rocher scents.
For my 18th birthday I received a voucher for a fairly modest amount for the turquoise fragrance shop, but I felt like a queen. And that scent was one of those that was allowed to come with me.
It was winter, and I never forget that moment. I sprayed this perfume on my scarf in front of the store, closed my eyes and only noticed the glow of the pedestrian zones and the smell of cotton candy through my eyelids. To this day I see this memory in front of me when I smell this scent.
Interestingly, this scent was also omnipresent in our discos, which were moving in the black scene. So I merged with the general cloud of scent around me, didn't stand out and was part of a group that smelled like me.
It took me a while to buy another bottle. I felt too old in my early 20s, too grown-up for this teen scent in an ugly bottle. When I could afford it, I preferred the fragrance of the noble brand rather than the drugstore water. But at some point it was there, the memory. The memory of a fragrance that brought me into the middle, into the mainstream, to which I never wanted to belong. Two souls lived in my chest when I didn't want to attract attention, but please didn't want to be like the others.
It may have been two or three years ago, when I dragged home another bottle with the unattractive shape. And what can I say? At the rate I've been using it so far, it will be used up in 2045.
The fragrance is tame, well-behaved and almost conservative. He's as confident as I was when I was 18 - I had a big mouth, but inside I was afraid to come out of myself. I didn't want to attract attention. Now the fragrance still smells quite intrusive when overdosed. What many young people do. Since I finished university, I no longer travel by bus - which is why I could no longer find the scent in the wild. Whereby, at the last party a friend wore it, whereby I am clearly more content with this than with Alien!
I understand when some people don't like this scent. He is still not my first choice, although I still like him. Would I like him without those memories? Maybe not. It's monotonous, has no development and I can't smell anything out. Maybe my nose isn't trained for it either. I perceive a slightly artificial note that discourages me from wearing the scent in the office. A booming Oriental? No problem! But this one?
I'm ambivalent and think the last bottle lives with me. But I love remembering. The bottle is a fluid reminder of times when things weren't easy, but I was on my way to finding myself. If I had to say what I remember most this year, it was this perfume, too.
It's part of me, like everything in my past. But if he will become part of my future, I dare to doubt easily..... I wouldn't bet on it, though. :)
unattainable league. Unreachable, because it simply did not exist in our country. And our pocket money was, if available, so scarce that we divided ourselves in such a way that even a fragrance for 10, 12 euros was organized only on special occasions.
We all know the magazine ads for the perfume, you I didn't know the smell for years. It was the first time he met me after I moved to another federal state when a friend called this incredibly fragrant bottle her own. The bottle of matt-recycling paper magazines!
Like me, my girlfriend had already moved into her own apartment when I was a minor and lived a life that seemed very privileged to me at the time due to a much better financial situation. I loved using that smell on her. It was my first step towards the scent of the mainstream, I had previously only possessed Yves Rocher scents.
For my 18th birthday I received a voucher for a fairly modest amount for the turquoise fragrance shop, but I felt like a queen. And that scent was one of those that was allowed to come with me.
It was winter, and I never forget that moment. I sprayed this perfume on my scarf in front of the store, closed my eyes and only noticed the glow of the pedestrian zones and the smell of cotton candy through my eyelids. To this day I see this memory in front of me when I smell this scent.
Interestingly, this scent was also omnipresent in our discos, which were moving in the black scene. So I merged with the general cloud of scent around me, didn't stand out and was part of a group that smelled like me.
It took me a while to buy another bottle. I felt too old in my early 20s, too grown-up for this teen scent in an ugly bottle. When I could afford it, I preferred the fragrance of the noble brand rather than the drugstore water. But at some point it was there, the memory. The memory of a fragrance that brought me into the middle, into the mainstream, to which I never wanted to belong. Two souls lived in my chest when I didn't want to attract attention, but please didn't want to be like the others.
It may have been two or three years ago, when I dragged home another bottle with the unattractive shape. And what can I say? At the rate I've been using it so far, it will be used up in 2045.
The fragrance is tame, well-behaved and almost conservative. He's as confident as I was when I was 18 - I had a big mouth, but inside I was afraid to come out of myself. I didn't want to attract attention. Now the fragrance still smells quite intrusive when overdosed. What many young people do. Since I finished university, I no longer travel by bus - which is why I could no longer find the scent in the wild. Whereby, at the last party a friend wore it, whereby I am clearly more content with this than with Alien!
I understand when some people don't like this scent. He is still not my first choice, although I still like him. Would I like him without those memories? Maybe not. It's monotonous, has no development and I can't smell anything out. Maybe my nose isn't trained for it either. I perceive a slightly artificial note that discourages me from wearing the scent in the office. A booming Oriental? No problem! But this one?
I'm ambivalent and think the last bottle lives with me. But I love remembering. The bottle is a fluid reminder of times when things weren't easy, but I was on my way to finding myself. If I had to say what I remember most this year, it was this perfume, too.
It's part of me, like everything in my past. But if he will become part of my future, I dare to doubt easily..... I wouldn't bet on it, though. :)
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