Zeraphine

Has been granted to me here, as I did not know the original version. In the 80s, I had little money for any luxury and was not really fragrance-inclined. My interest in scents has only developed in recent years, and what I may have missed here is probably pointless to explore.
The current version of Vanderbilt came to me in the form of a swap sample, was briefly dabbed, and researched here. Long story short . . . I bent down hard and purchased the 15 ml version at DM. The overall impression of the fragrance is, after a brief fruity opening, primarily powdery with a spicy-slightly-scratchy-animalic-soapy note.
It is certainly easier to like it without the comparison (after all, there is no other Captain than Kirk) and age probably plays a role as well. Whether it seems classic or old-fashioned is in the eye of the beholder, or rather, in the nose of the sniffer. I, for one, think it’s great.

It's nice here in the Ruhr area, no smoking chimneys and dirty streets. It's green, and quite a lot of it. For example, there are the community gardens, you know. Super great if you need some relaxation right outside your door. And if you stroll through one of those gardens (you can, the paths are for everyone), you'll see that the gardener's favorite child is the rose, really, it is. And how it smells when you wander through. You go from one olfactory orgasm to the next (oops, can I say that here?) And it looks great too. Well, since I've been stopping by there from time to time, I also know that there are many different scents, you know. A rose is not just a rose. And my favorite is the Westerland, it smells just like a fruit basket.
Well, you know, recently I thought to myself, why not join in on the sharing of that super expensive Elie Saab. Rose, I just say, and when I dabbed that stuff on, I thought I was in the community garden, rosy, but with a lot of fruit. Wow, I thought, this is really delicious. But as the devil would have it, after two hours, Elie had disappeared. Skin chemistry, hormones, or just scent-eating skin, I've had enough. Such an expensive brew and then nothing??? Dear Elie, I think I'll go to the community garden and throw myself into the rose bushes, and that's all your fault.

Please!!! Please, please let me win the lottery just once.

Then I will buy a huge grapefruit grove somewhere by the Mediterranean. And I will open my doors every day for all the exhausted, tired, and dust-covered travelers, so they can sit at my old wooden table in the shade of the green citrus leaves and berry vines while I offer them freshly squeezed grapefruit juice. The relieved sighs, the deep breaths, and the refreshed spirits after the first sips are all in your honor.

After such a refreshment, I will laugh and joke together with the guests. Later on, a spicy breeze will waft in from somewhere, calling for departure . . . The visit to the grapefruit grove with all its secrets will remain unforgettable.

Dear Grapefruit God, if that somehow isn’t possible, then please make it summer quickly. Then I will spray Dammuso so that it resonates, and I can at least imagine myself in that grove.

P.S. Thanks to Mare for this inspiring scent!

With JhaG, the name of the perfumes is the program, and I like the staged break in style and the conceptual approach of translating old themes into the modern age.
But what is this? The crazy old lady probably carries dead mice in her pockets and unfortunately comes too close to me with that. I can't manage to smell anything in between and underneath; the animalistic note spreads so intensely on my skin. With a lot of bad conscience, I push her away, meaning water and soap are a must! That's bold, that's crazy, that's not a fragrance - but an olfactory experience, which I gladly give 10%.