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... write a comment about Opium.

Apparently, I want to. But I haven't written comments in a long time and I'm not quite sure what to say.
I don't have a touching story and I'm not particularly gifted in poetry. I just want to praise my new acquisition a little.

After testing, I decided on the Eau de Toilette. It really packs a punch. I usually like it quite intense, but Opium is something else and brings me to my knees.

My amateur nose detects little difference from the (current) Eau de Parfum. It is a touch softer and a bit fruitier at the beginning. Still, it is a total spice bomb. I can hardly pick out individual components. A bit like a delicious mulled wine spice mix. With a hint of smoke. The similarity to Youth Dew is noticeable, but they are not fragrance twins for me.

Many find it great and delicious, while some faint with a horrified expression.
I think it's brilliant. I just don't know when I can wear it appropriately. That's why I'm currently wearing it sporadically, whenever I feel like it.
Will I still have friends after movie night today? We shall see...

This will be a short comment. The scent has already been described multiple times, and by people who can do it much better than I can.
I just have to share my enthusiasm with the world.
Yes, really, I am head over heels.

The herbal, spicy opening is genius. Herbal candies with amber. It is incredibly delicious.
But lo and behold: It gets even better. When the top note fades away (and it takes a while), the wonderful heart reveals itself. Lots of amber with spices, resins, and a bit of wood. It has something of expensive, high-quality incense sticks. You might like it, but you don’t have to. I love it though!
And it lasts incredibly well. Even the shower was no worthy opponent.

Ambre Sultan was an early Christmas gift, and my dear friend couldn’t have hit the mark better. Right on target. I didn’t know the scent before, and now I am in love. Head over heels.
The 50ml bottle seems alarmingly small to me. Is there a larger size? I would even buy a 5-liter barrel and switch my diet to dry bread and tap water if necessary.
I want to smell like this, I want my boyfriend to smell like this. I want my mother to smell like this. And my sister, and my friend, and actually every person and every room...

Did I already say that I like it? ;)

I took the plunge: I got myself a small bottle of Youth Dew.
I've been circling around it forever, sniffing and spraying, yet every time I chickened out.
You have to be ready for Youth Dew. If you're not strong enough, it will carry you away.

At the moment, I'm still not ready, but I'm practicing it now. At home, Youth Dew is being applied, and confidence is being learned. Therapeutically, so to speak.

But it's also just an incredibly beautiful scent. It starts off immediately. It detonates with a huge explosion of spices. Patchouli is present from the very beginning. Over time, incense, vanilla, and a few flowers join in, making it cozy and a bit sweet. But Youth Dew has power until the end, and you can wait a long time for that. 10 hours without any problem, on the T-shirt for eternity.

I've heard many times that it smells like grandma. But I have to say that those people have wonderfully scented grandmas. It simply smells extroverted, mature in the best sense of the word, and somehow sexy.

I think sexy grandmas are great. I'm definitely keeping it.

Actually, no further comment is really needed on Le Bain. Everything has been said, multiple times, done.
But I have to take a moment to thank this fragrance.

My mother has been wearing this perfume for some time now. I am currently at a psychological low point and was recently at my parents' house for a week. Every time my mom hugged me, stroked me, scratched my back, or comforted me, a whiff of Le Bain wafted around me.

And classical conditioning works. In the end, we are just clever animals.

So now I am no longer in my parents' safe nest, BUT I have a 75ml bottle of Le Bain. At first, it’s a bit spicy and punchy, the aldehydes are a bit loud, but pretty. Then it slowly develops into a cozy, slightly spicy, somewhat sweet vanilla base. And it lasts.
And it hugs me when I need it. This way, my mother is at least with me in spirit and holds my hand when everything else fails.

Thank you for reading. Thank you, Le Bain. Thank you, Mom.

Yes, that sounds a bit sensational at first, but that was actually the first highly professional classification from Mr. Thunder when I held my John Galliano-soaked paw under his nose: Smells like sex in the church! *sniff*...the rest of the evening is censored for youth protection reasons, you can imagine it yourself.

At first, a decent cloud of aldehydes comes towards me. But it dissipates quickly. Then I have incense with bergamot for a while. I quite like that.
But then the rose joins in and makes the scent a bit more floral, but just a hint. But it is beautiful, this rose.
A little while later, amber and musk come in, giving everything a nice warmth and dialing down the citrusy-incense sharpness a bit. It also somehow becomes a bit powdery. Maybe it's the violet? Those little rascals are responsible for that, right?
All in all, quite harmonious and yet a bit edgy. The whole show goes by quickly, by the way. Within about 30 minutes, everything has been said for me. But that doesn't mean the scent is over. It holds up quite well in that state.

It is definitely sexy and seems to send clear messages. Perhaps not the right little water for lunch with the in-laws or the work meeting. But for going out and partying (I would still reach for Chanel at the opera, but there are other locations) or for a "The kids are sleeping at grandma's and the house belongs to us" evening, it is PERFECT.

I hope I wasn't too suggestive and will be released from Parfumo ;)