Stanze

Kumquat travels, with the eucalyptus,
In a beautiful Bohemian bus.

The notes remain incomprehensible to us,
No matter how deep we plumb them.

Even Eucal. (which only the fragrance because
smelled along) is at a loss for advice.

But just this makes us pale as silt.
There no blow in the neck helps.

And he writes in his weekly chronicle:
Another experience, without electronics!

(Very loosely based on "The Bohemian Village" by Christian Morgenstern.)

Even though a certain online sales portal always translates "bohemian" as "Bohemian," that translation is antiquated at best. In the 19th century, the French thought that the French Roma had come from Bohemia in the 15th century. Their lifestyle was romanticized as unconventional and free. Therefore, while bohemian is Bohemian, Bohemians would certainly be surprised to be thought of as unconventional, freedom-loving, French Roma.

At this point, familial tester M pointed out to me that there really was Bohemian absinthe, though. Absinthe from Bohemia, that is. Shoot, and I was just getting into the swing of things. I've never had Bohemian Absinthe, so I can't say if it smells like Bohemian Absinthe. Bohemian Absinthe differs from traditional absinthe in that there is no anise in it. Bohemian Absinthe doesn't cloud up when you add water, so it's not really worth diluting, and according to Wikipedia, many Czechs don't dilute their Bohemian Absinthe at all. This explains why Bohemian Absinthe smells so strong that it stinks up the whole room... er smells. I don't want to drink Bohemian Absinthe at all, because the smell of Bohemian Absinthe already gives me a headache.

I thought to myself that the Sisters of Noé website could probably enlighten me as to the meaning of this scent and lo and behold, it represents the rapture of the 19th century French over La Bohème ('Bohemia'). So forget what I said about Bohemian absinthe and remember the romantic, unconventional, freedom-loving, 15th century French Roma. That's what it smells like.

I would not want to wear Bohemian Absinthe in any season of the year. The sillage is very unconventional and freedom-loving. You can wear this if you've traveled to the 15th century in a time machine and don't want to stand out among Bohemians or French Roma there. Or if you want to stay teetotal during a binge of Bohemian absinthe. One smells then, as if one had been heavily intoxicated with the drink. You can't see it on the glass, supposedly. Cheers then.

Brocade throws, silk dresses, corsets of reeds, bleached linen undergarments, furniture with rich inlay. On the washstand, beside the ceramic bowl and water jug, lie a comb, crimson lipstick and face powder. Lots of face powder. This is what it looked like in Isabella de' Medici's (1542-1576) dressing room. In the 16th century, pale faces were in fashion. In cosmetics, this was achieved by (toxic) bleaching agents or, indeed, powder.

The fragrance Talco Delicato ('exquisite powder') keeps its promise. It reminds me of something, maybe some face powder my mother had, or that I used to own, or even the one I own now but practically never use. I almost never wear makeup anyway but since Corona I don't even wear tinted day cream anymore. It all otherwise hangs kind of ugly in the FFP2 mouth guard I wear for 10 hours at work.

The sillage of Talco Delicato is pretty strong. This Concentrato is unfortunately not as citrusy as the Eau de Parfum. So I am a bit disappointed. The bottle is kind of a miniature with a small transparent rubber stopper. So it's not for spraying. If I were to spray it, I bet I could fill a factory floor with the sillage. I dabbed myself with the little rubber stopper once on the right and once on the left side of my neck after receiving the bottle and it really kicked in. A dab is enough and thus the 10ml will last a while.

Historical digression: Isabella de' Medici was the daughter of the Grand Duke of Florence. After the death of her mother, she assumed the role of female representative of the Grand Duchy in the ducal palace. She was a very important woman. She promoted art and music in Florence. In the 16th century in Italy, murder of more or less high dignitaries of the nobility and the church was commonplace. Therefore, there were many rumors after Isabella's death. She lived to be only 33 years old and left behind two children. Her alleged lover was murdered the following year, her husband a few years later and his mistress as well. However, letters indicated that Isabella and her husband had a good relationship. Real life is more boring than fiction. Isabella died after a long illness. Why am I telling you this? The company Spezierie Palazzo Vecchio / I Profumi di Firenze refers to Isabella de' Medici. She is probably to Florence what Diane de Poitiers is to Anet. The tiny shop of Spezierie Palazzo Vecchio / I Profumi di Firenze is located not far from Palazzo Vecchio, which Isabella once inhabited. If you happen to be in Florence, it's definitely worth a visit. And if you like powder fragrances, it's definitely worth giving Talco Delicato a try. How to do that if you are not in Florence, I do not know.

On her 80th birthday, Scarlett received very little mail or gifts. Her husband depended on her financially and could at least not buy her anything. Since he otherwise read her every wish from her eyes anyway, there was nothing special to expect. So Scarlett decided to write a book. The book was to be an autobiography. The story of her exciting life. But then she quickly realized that she couldn't actually come up with any events that would have been important to the rest of the world. Like French nobles in the Ancien Régime, she decided to dig a little deeper and started with the arrival of the Pilgrim Fathers in America. According to this, one of her ancestors was (in her imagination) on one of the ships. Said ancestor, the Urscarlett so to speak, settled the problem with the stubborn natives by her mere awe-inspiring appearance. The ancestor then moved to Charleston, South Carolina, and set up a cotton plantation. By extension, their other female descendants (Weiterscarletts) settled the slavery problem because their slaves were incredibly happy to work for them for free and were fully satisfied with the inspiring presence of the mistress. It was an honor to work for them. During the Civil War, Damalsscarlett was adopted by Indians and escaped all trouble. She then provided her tribe with a particularly good reservation, which she achieved only by her formidable appearance. Then there was a break, as some Scarlett must have had only one son, who married a German Scarlett who, like the Urscarlett, had come to America on a ship. They survived the Great Depression unscathed because the husband was a dentist. A crisis-proof profession. Then Scarlett was born (the book writer) and she wrote about the thefts and scams that made her her first million. Because she was proud of it. As she went on, she wrote about her affairs with more or less famous men.

Finally, Scarlett put down the pen, folded the book shut, and stood up. She had been writing as if in a trance for several days. She got up and walked to the fireplace. Scarlett took the photograph of a deceased opera tenor from the mantelpiece, looked pensively at her former self, arm in arm with the famous man, sighed, and crushed a tear. Suddenly an irrational rage filled her. She put the photograph in a drawer, walked out.

Hanging in the yard was her laundry. She had had to hang them herself (or rather, her husband, her extended self), because the staff isn't what it used to be. Scarlett stomped over to the small conciergerie and complained loudly about the lack of respect she was given. She earned astonished looks, but she didn't realize it. She had gained respect, all was right with the world again.

That's how it was back then. White Linen is a chypre (Cyprus). A bright Chypre, which does not overwhelm you but comes up with serious, well-situated femininity. It radiates security, effectiveness and southern romance. If lingerie, it's definitely starched. I can't do anything with it. On other people, the scent wouldn't bother me, and I can also imagine White Linen pleasing other people and maybe even making them want to buy it. On me, it doesn't. Although I have to admit that the base is already nice. But the initial time is too long for me and triggers too many unpleasant associations. 7.5 is not a bad rating after all!

Margaret Mitchell, the author of Gone with the Wind, was asked to write a sequel. She didn't write one and said she had no idea what else could have happened to Scarlett and Rhett.

i don't feel like giving application tips this time. You guys can figure it out for yourselves. Manfred Schmidt had gotten index finger paralysis after so-and-so many Knatterton comics (which I love). He didn't want to do it anymore. I once had an acquaintance who got similar problems in college (classical guitar). I could smoothly get index finger paralysis so I don't have to write application tips today, but could also just stop writing reviews, which would also take care of the problem (that's not meant to be a threat). I might not have time to reply to all the comments, and I'm not very active here anymore (that's supposed to be a threat)

So that you also know what it smells like, there is an extra exclamation mark after the name. Perhaps it is also safer to tell the brain what it should sniff for. With odoriferous substances you never know what it will do with them. Orient ! smells really oriental to me. Synthetic-oriental I would say. Who likes to use perfume of the company Zara, will certainly also find here. The price-performance ratio of this fragrance is pure madness (100ml in the single-digit euro range). As for that, you can also afford to bathe in it.

Orient ! is not a bad perfume. I wanted something sweet today and was not disappointed. Orient ! is not too sweet, just oriental-sweet, there is usually some sweetness. I think I can smell Iso-E, a very slightly singed woody note. I don't mind Iso-E. The brain could also interpret it as (fake) leather. Familiar tester M smells shoe store again (which is probably a mix of waterproofing agents and leather). He also finds it disgusting - at least at first. Later it "goes" according to his statement. Well, that's why I compared it to Zara fragrances. It's just not really good either.

Orient ! is rather something for the colder half of the year, I am olfactory for the season quite wrong dressed. But does not matter, I have it so wanted. I consider Orient ! unisex, but some men it might be too sweet.

Unfortunately, the perfume is probably no longer available. There are similar representatives: Terre d'Orient, Bois d'orient and Café d'orient. The latter I imagine exciting, if it was possibly fabricated on the same basis. That's stupid, of course. Why am I writing a review for very cheap stuff that is no longer available. And I'm not even writing a whacky story.... Waste of time.

As is so often the case, this perfume lends itself to shoe salesmen. You become one with the store. Plus, it brings some sweetness to your life and that's what you need sometimes.
"I go to bakeries all day long
There's a lack of sweetness in my life..." The Modern Lovers - Hospital

Anton Spot learned to be a circus clown. Unemployed by Corona, he looked around the job market. He was hired by a troupe of burglars to take part in a chemical factory robbery. Anton was to disguise himself as the supervillain 'Jusbox' and steal the formula for a particularly expensive perfume. Anton gained entry to the chemical factory. He danced under numerous light barriers with Limbo and reached the vault. But there waiting for him was lawman Brot Fein (aka Bettmann, since he was a mattress tester at a well-known Swedish furniture store before his career as a superhero), who mistook the disguised Anton for Jusbox. All very confusing, I know, but that's how it was back then.

Anton tried to run away but Bettmann stepped on his Jusbox cape. This caused Anton to trip and fall first into a light barrier equipped with a real laser that gave the unfortunate circus clown a horrible gash on his face. To top it off, Anton then fell into a perfume basin. The alcohol burned horribly in the wound, and the high concentration of fragrance damaged Anton's olfactory receptors forever.

Bettmann arrested the whimpering Anton. The wound was stitched by an over-sleepy intern and healed into a disfiguring scar that resembled a maniacal smile. In prison, Anton retrained and became a perfumer. After his release, he started a perfume company as a crowdfunding start-up. He thought it was totally funny to name the company 'Jusbox' and his first fragrance Cheeky Smile ('Naughty Smile').

Anton became filthy rich selling the perfume, and there you go, seeing that rehabilitation does bring something after all.

This review is pure fiction. Resemblance to fictional characters is quite intentional, but with the real makers of Jusbox the story has nothing to do.

If you want to break in somewhere, you should not wear this fragrance in any case, because firstly you smell miles against the wind and secondly the scent is still haunted the next morning in the vault. Possibly the smell is also suitable to keep away vermin. Me, in any case, you can also keep away with it.

I wrote this at the request of FvSpee. If the content of the story traumatizes you, you have to turn to Mr. Spee.