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....sie had been able to save the boy and herself at the last moment onto the wooden raft that was to take them away from Indian territory. On the river, this otherwise in life failed singer and barmaid, proved to be incredibly fearless and courageous and she stood and the rudder as she steered the raft through the perilous rapids downstream....

Matt Calder, the boy's father thought little of her, even though she had saved his son. Kay was just a barmaid and singer.... so not a respectable woman, as a man in the Midwest thought to marry. And now Kay is back, as she always was, sitting on the counter in the saloon and singing...

Marilyn Monroe, in the role of Kay, from Otto Preminger's Western, "River of no Return" (German title: Fluss ohne Wiederkehr) sings with an incredible vibrato full of restrained eroticism in her voice, the song of the river of no return......... There is a River called the River of no Return.... sometimes it's peaceful and sometimes wild and free...

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Many years ago I was maid of honor at a dear friend's wedding and she asked me to maybe pick out some music for her civil ceremony. Among other songs, I had Marilyn's song "River of no Return" played when the couple exchanged rings. The registrar was so enraptured that she also specifically congratulated them on the music after the ceremony and said that after all the other ironic pop warbling, she had rarely heard a more fitting song for a wedding ceremony.

N°5 remains immortally linked with Marilyn Monroe, of course. At the latest with her bon mot that she wore nothing in bed, except Chanel N°5. ....oh..... how shocking in the eternally prudish America of the sixties, where a decent American woman went to bed with a long-sleeved nightgown buttoned up to the neck..... Anyone who knows anything about film also knows that this outstanding actress, throughout her life often underestimated and reduced by many to the silly sexy blonde. No matter....

In principle, about Chanel N°5 has already been said everything up and down.
So I will limit myself only to the fact that I appreciate the perfume because it embodies the essence of everything that one has to imagine under a classic, floral powdery aldehyde perfume. Chanel N°5 is for me the epitome of unadulterated feminine beauty, fearlessness and therefore wearable in all moments of life. It is not the great perfume for the great moment, but rather one what always enchants me the normal everyday life. It is still important to mention that my evaluation refers to a vintage Chanel from the seventies.

Coco Chanel designed the fragrance for women who want to stand in real life, as she once did. At a time when women fremdbestimmt and ranked in better circles as a trophy of well-situated husbands, she drew as a pioneer a modern image of women. For example, she threw the constricting corsets in the garbage and designed pleasantly wearable dresses with which women could indulge in sporting activities and still look good. And no, these women do not remain alone, they also join forces with a man, but more likely with one who is ready to master the rapids of life together.

Many young parfumas are often little surprised at the first sniff, because it reminds of mom, grandma or favorite great aunt. Which is often also the reason that they classify the fragrance as old-fashioned.... never mind. It will happen to them once similarly, when they themselves have matured and later the daughter or granddaughter sniff "Sweet Like Candy" by Ariana Grande and find the stale...

Well and how does the story of Kay end? Only so much... the last shot, the last image of the film is terrific. Kay's sequined, red pumps land in the sand on Mainstreet......
I've always imagined whether Kay might have later regretted throwing away those great shoes back then...
But maybe you guys will check out the strip when you get a chance.


My rating refers to a vintage extra from the seventies.

.......er had already gone to bed, almost sleepily he still hears her quietly enter his bedroom.
The small nightlight on the console is still on and he sees her long dark hair artfully pinned up. Her face is made up in a way that makes it look very sophisticatedly unmade up. She looks over at him. For earrings, she has donned her favorite chandeliers, which gleam with her lip red.
Dressed she is in with her evening coat of a light silk fabric, a satin embroidered all over with white creamy flowers. She draws herself closer, her chandeliers sparkling as she steps to the foot of his bed. With her gloved hands, she lifts the end from his sheet. He sees that her evening robe is open in the front... unblinking as she does so, she looks him calmly in the eye.... as she slowly pulls the sheet closer and closer to her then slowly leans down, her lips almost touching the hem...
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A sea of moist powdery scented white flowers overwhelm me right at the start after the first spray. At first I remain first of all shocked by this abundance, since the aldehydischen accord this impression very strengthened and moreover also immediately still something dirty effective between the whole flowers of me thunders ....
But stop stop, it can't be the aldehyde, aldehyde doesn't do that. It seems to come from the base. ….. Ah, it's an iris root. A strong carroty iris was deeply anchored there, one that probably holds all the base notes together. The carroty isn't just carrots, though; it's much more the stalks and fresh green herb of a bunch of carrots from the market, with a bit of earth still clinging to it.

I find something like this extremely cleverly done. It grounds the fresh flowers, gives it physicality and takes them the often said after madamig and sultry touch. After about 2 hours, the perfume is already much softer and I sniff as the violet has joined forces with the iris, the perfume is creamier and increasingly round and my beloved May Rose quietly tone-leading in the sea of flowers emerges.

The character of the perfume behaves weitern Drydown in its floral obsession. It remains blossom tender, in powdery iris gentle way and creamy fine quiet.

A Goodnight Kiss s a strong, a fantastic modern floral cream scent. It does not disappoint me at any point and there is nothing I can find fault with.

In everyday life I recommend to dose the perfume carefully, it is an exceedingly seductive fragrance. Now in winter I was outside with him, the cold air is a catalyst, the sea of flowers announces everlasting love.

Now for the price. We tend to wear high priced perfumes only on special occasions, which I think is wrong. Perfume lovers wear their cuties where and when they want.
This one is exorbitantly expensive and, of course, one might perhaps try to generate a stigma from this fact. Be it so, my dear readers, the perfume I must say is of course insanely expensive and one therefore strokes the weapons.

But, sniff yourself......

By Munich standards, she was already a bit late for a ski course in her early twenties when she signed up at Sport Scheck. In the early eighties, one was properly equipped with a jumpsuit and skis from Head and she set off with her best friend to the Dolomites, to the beautiful Corvara in the Dolomites. The pension with the ski stable at the end of the slope was just the right location. She learned quickly and after a few days she was able to leave the blue slopes and ski red and even some black slopes. Ok, the Pordoi Scharte not exactly, since this was closed anyway because of some more serious accidents for quite some time.

Once after the usual après-ski, she wore trousers of thin nappa leather in a shade that would now be called nude to dinner, with a black turtleneck. Accompanied by pointed ankle boots with a high heel. Nowadays a no-go, this outfit was completed by a wide stretch belt with a silver buckle, which was very fashionable at the time. The siluette of a young lady dressed like this is determined not only by her outfit, but even more by the way she walks and stands, the way she looks at the world .....na yes ......
She never cared much for the looks that followed her, always had to smirk a little inside about it......Tits and Ass will chance your life.... it warbled in her head from the musical Fame as she took her seat at the table for the evening's dinner. Such song lyrics nowadays also again a no go...Never mind...

Now to the fragrance
Hermessence Cuir d'Ange reminds me very much of a nude colored leather pants, as I also once owned. I liked these pants very much, but the leather smell that emanated from it, was always a notch too archaic for me. Therefore, I wore them maybe only 2-3 times before I gave them away at some point.

Shortly after the first spray is by the fresh-sweet heliotrope note immediately a leather Accord to sniff. I mean almost the body odor of the animal, what gave his skin for it to range. The leather seems heavily worked, very supple and soft, but left a bit thicker. Some Schopper of Hermes are made of such a leather.

Over a few hours, this strong leather note, which clearly reminds me of a horse in the further dominates the perfume. The scent turns so skin-related that I get stuckweise the impression it is my own skin, which smells so. Maybe it is exactly this subliminal eroticism that is in this leather scent. Partly sweetly airy, then again with sweaty impressions, the perfume changes in the further course of the fragrance, without further transformations, which I would have actually hoped for. So after 3 hours I take the fragrance more and more creamy becoming, but stehts dominated by the horsehide Accord.

With only a few components, such as heliotrope, hawthorn, musk and leather, Hermès has created a perfume, what the original tradition, the once most elegant saddlery of Paris to be an olfactory monument. An extremely successful horse leather perfume.

The Silage behaves appropriately restrained, on a cashmere scarf I perceive the perfume the next day still good.
Overall, a very valuable perfume, of restrained elegance, as you can expect from the house of Hermès. I think, however, that predominantly rather gentlemen should be more taken by it. Ok, maybe the missus stibitzt times a sprayer, if they want to be a little more archaic on the road.

Personally, I'm a bit fussy about leather perfumes for me and so I like to sniff Hermessence Cuir d'Angedas, rather on others than on myself. Preferably on a man who has never given up on the guy in him.
Who and where it can be worn remains to be determined. It is in any case a fragrance for everyday life, but please not in the office. Unless the office belongs to a horse stud, for example, on Lake Starnberg. (Ironi off)

From Hermès I love not so much the Prafüms, but the scarves and the belts... and yes, a Birkin Bag I would also very much like to call my own...let's see.

For many decades I have owned two pieces of ambergris, which are in tiny turned soapstone boxes. Occasionally I sniff them and even after so many years they have retained their incomparable warm balsamic fragrance. I had bought them in Munich, where I had moved shortly before. It was in the seventies, i.e. still in the time when there were still Indian shops with batik clothes and Indian perfume oils on Leopoldstrasse.
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Perfumes, with a lot of amber, I found primarily in men's fragrances, especially when woods are still in play...

With Ambra Sauvage it was completely different at the first go. A blind purchase here in the souk proved to be an absolute hit. It has become a favourite Ambra Sauvage fragrance at the moment, but I would like to treat a man to it at any time.

The scent is complex, but the main actor always remains amber. The different components appear over many hours, in a ravishing interplay, which seems like an erotically orchestrated tango to me. Some perfumes have something so bewitching that I listen to music or see a dance, like the Gotan Project. A couple is dancing here, the bad woman/man fights, caused by melancholy and pain, has left this couple behind long ago. He no longer seeks to subdue her, she no longer plays pushpull games to torment him Self-forgotten, playful and unintentional, they give themselves to the figures - turning, stopping abruptly, looking into each other's eyes..............


The fragrance starts off peppery lavender fresh, immediately an amber hits through, but in an incredible balsamic depth, lasts for hours.
What is noticeable on my skin is that the base notes are dominated by styrax frankincense. I suspect that it is Styrax bark which, when I smoke it, appears slightly more bitter than the resin.
Here it is fused with a patchouli of high quality. This styrax note gives the perfume an indescribably tart and timeless elegance.
You'd think we were dealing with a serious amber scent for gentlemen. Well, it's not. Two wonderful teammates, iris and a light vanilla, give the fragrance the fairy magic that makes it uniquely unisex.

The bottle is beautiful in its simplicity. The D'Annik Goutal seal is embossed on the bottom of the bottle and it carries a valuable label with the fragrance name. The cap is metal and gold plated
The box is exceptionally beautifully designed. It looks like a shrine, which can be opened through hinged doors and in which the flacon rests like a small treasure.

The perfume is perfect for the cooler season that is now beginning. With its amber-amber warmth, it carries the memory of warm, linden summer days in its heart. Its balsamic depth may ignite the hunger for love in the yearning and let the game of approach and distance begin, which is the magic of love.

The fragrance starts initially citrus fresh. Probably to lull the olfactory habit of the Testenden in safety, I thought so for me at the first sniff ....
I have no idea what exactly Paradisone® is. In any case, this component should give the top note that bright florality, which cuts the citrus the top.

The fragrance fairy at Beck in Munich, wanted to show me necessarily this other Iris fragrance, after the actually targeted, unfortunately did not like to make friends with my skin.
I pretended to know who she was talking about when she told me enthusiastically that Alberto Morillas finally has its own brand - Mizensir. Oh God, am I just outing myself here as a philistine when it comes to big-name perfumers? No matter.....

First, I turned to other fragrances at the LEN counter, without first politely assure the fairy that I will return again.... ... which I then did, as the fragrance immediately went into the shopping basket. After three quarters of an hour had namely a very beautiful iris-sandelwood fragrance, emerged on my wrist.

The fragrance can be described as follows:
After the citrusy top note has evaporated, after a few minutes a very nice undry, light sandalwood and at the same time a fresh violet leaf with iris shows.
Depending on what you focus on when sniffing, sometimes one or the other prevails. Thus, the perfume initially remains in the further course perhaps over 1.5 hrs
Then something amazing happens, which I experienced for the first time in a fragrance so striking. The perfume turns completely, the sandalwood enters the background and iris enters the stage and remains clear and unseifig over the next time. As it progresses, a slightly powdery sandalwood perfumed with iris remains.

Bois Iridescent is a fragrance that alternates between iris with violet leaves and a very light sandalwood of high quality. You can perhaps imagine it like a beautiful iridescent silk taffeta fabric in which delicate green-blue and magenta threads have been spun. An incredible play of colors when such a silk is made into a lush, gathered ball gown. Perhaps this is what is meant by iridescent.

Overall, a fine iris-sandalwood fragrance. Due to the chastened silage Bois Iridescent is also for the workplace a portable fragrance and unisex all the time.