Zofi

So the actual plan was as follows:
We had a company party over the weekend, nearly 1500 people, hot and sweaty (no, not a swinger party) it was.
Since I’ve been wearing more masculine scents lately, I thought Gentle Fluidity Silver would be nice. But I don’t carry a bottle around in my handbag, and buying a travel spray is something anyone can do (if they remember to…).
So I thought I’d order a sample set from MFK again. GFS, BR540 are always good choices. But you have to select 4 pieces.
Hmm.
I then blindly added Oud Satin Mood - it’s blue, it must be masculine (reading reviews is for beginners *cough*).

Before the party, I applied GFS. However, I accidentally packed Oud Satin Mood.

Around 2 AM, while reapplying, the realization hit: this is not Gentle Fluidity at all!

But I have to tell you something: I felt like I was - and I mean this absolutely positively! - lying in Grandma's wardrobe. Because my grandma always had wonderful rose soap bars tucked between her panties.
And that’s exactly how I felt! (Like the soap, not the panties!)
I was enchanted. Rose, very delicate, soap, more in the background, simply creamy and soothing, yet not too sweet. Of course, the scent makes a real BANG.
I received so many compliments for it that evening. Sillage and longevity are incredible, like almost all MFK scents.
For me, it’s truly a beautiful unisex fragrance, but to be enjoyed with caution in these temperatures! A little spritz on the wrist and one on the neck is almost too much for me.
So, my new love, I’ll see you again in the fall. I’m looking forward to you!

I'll keep this short and sweet - I'm somehow in love, but I'm not sure if I want to be.

In my opinion, we can skip the top and heart notes, and we'll also leave out the bright woods and musk from the base note.
What remains? Leather.
Leather hits me with full force - sounds like something out of a dirty BDSM story, but that's not really how I mean it.

When I went on vacation with my boyfriend for the first time, it was late autumn and we flew south, he bought me a handbag - sounds cheesy, but it was mainly for practical reasons, as the handle of my bag broke.
The gift was a relatively expensive model, a beautiful reddish-brown, high-quality craftsmanship, and: it smelled so incredibly nice of leather.
Even though it sounds silly, I always associate this bag, which I still have today, with our first real vacation by the sea.

Last week, I received a sample of Hallucinogenic Pearl.
I sprayed it on, put my nose close: leather.
Definitely leather, and I was mentally transported back - to our first vacation. To the handbag.

I "unfortunately?" really only smell leather. But I find that wonderful, as I don't have much to do with bergamot and violet.
Will this be my new favorite scent? No. Because I associate the leather note with my romance. Someone else might think of a bondage party.

But nonetheless, a wonderful, long-lasting leather scent that, in my opinion, radiates something elegant and herbaceous.

Some time ago, I ordered several samples from Alexandre.J blind, including Rose Alba. I tried it once back then and have been cherishing the rest from the sample vial to always have something to sniff.
As part of a discount promotion, a 100ml bottle was allowed to move in.

Here, the luxury begins: a salty box in a beautiful red, inside which is a - one must really say - treasure chest in that very color. When you open it, the enchanting and decadent bottle appears. Among all the fragrances I own, this is definitely the most beautiful packaging!

But now to the essentials:
For me, this scent is unique. It's as if you are lying amidst the most exquisite and intense roses. The first spray is, however, a bit fresher, with the plum coming through very clearly, and a bit of peach greets me as well.
After a few minutes, the rose joins in. And it stays. Long. LONG.
If I had to draw a picture for this scent, it would be a sun-drenched bedroom, with light pink bedding, a white four-poster bed, and a fluffy rug at the foot of the bed. Through a large window, you can see into a charming rose garden, where roses of all colors and sizes are growing.
The longevity is definitely above average; this afternoon I applied two sprays, once on my wrist and once on my neck, and even now, 9 hours and a shower later, Rose Alba can still be sensed.

For me, it is - kept discreetly - also an everyday scent, but due to the bombastic sillage and longevity, it can quickly become overwhelming.
A very elegant, soft, velvety fragrance.

That was my first thought, but more on that later.

Lately, I've been brave.
I was never like that before.
Or to put it differently, I often just wanted to be like many others. Sweet, nice, and simply girlish. But I'm not, my humor is too dirty and my mouth too big.

My husband likes to wear Black Afghano, and he can, he's tall, attractive, and broad-shouldered. I'm not that, but hey, what can you do, I think to myself, and I try the Afghan on me. Unfortunately, it just doesn't work.
So I set out to search.

Brave as I've recently become, I ordered Duro blind. The catchy text on the online shop I trust: "for men who dare to be themselves."
THAT is me, I thought!(I'm actually not, because I'm a twenty-something woman with a height of 1.62m...)
But I dare to be myself.
I'm just not sweet and cheesy, I'm loud and wild.

The first spray, lightly dosed, almost knocked me over. Did I overestimate myself?
No. I find myself really sharp. I find myself wicked and a bit indecent. I smell as if I had snuggled up to a wild, unruly man.

But that's exactly what makes Duro. I find it spicy, dark, and at the same time fresh. I wear it subtly, but I almost get goosebumps when I have it in my nose.
I find it gloomy and I feel like I live entirely in black in a crypt, but in a positive sense!
I feel like a 2.10-meter goth who has danced through the night and is now making their way home on a forest path at dawn.
I find it fresh, I find it heavy, and I love this contradiction.

I would love to indulge in myself, but that's physically impossible. But my husband says that I'm wearing a perfume that reflects my essence. And that comment is worth a lot, as it comes from a man who thinks "yeah, it's pretty good" about every scent.

I like my new perfume-self, and I will use Duro very subtly. Just enough for a mini-rebellion against being a girl!

My first review, and then right away about a perfume that I received as a sample today.
I briefly stopped by my regular perfumery during my lunch break (is there such a thing when you live in a place with only one perfume shop...?) and met my trusted saleswoman there.

Once I had my things together and was done at the checkout, she said in a whisper: "I'm giving you a sample that absolutely doesn't fit your usual taste. I'm curious to hear what you think because I find it terrible. Bubblegum perfume..."
Of course, she said it with humor, tastes are different and a bit of fun is necessary.

Already on my way to the car, I just HAD to try it, the little bottle was so bright pink.

A spritz on my wrist, one on my neck. And lo and behold: bubblegum perfume. But only for a second, then I was hit by a very surprising freshness and a floral cloud.
I can really only perceive the rose now, paired with a very delicate note of cherry blossom. I only get a hint of bubblegum in my nose for a fleeting moment.

I spent the walk to the parking lot practically with my nose on my wrist, somehow I was fascinated.

To describe it with my clumsy amateur opinion - please don't laugh:
I imagine a young couple, she sweet and pink, he a tough guy in a leather jacket with wild hair. Different as day and night, they stand in front of each other. Although he’s not really the type, he’s chewing a bright pink Hubba Bubba gum. She is, of course, too.
And that’s how Moschino comes across to me. Actually way too fresh for the bubblegum, but also too sweet to be fresh - you know what I mean?

Even if, as my dear friend in the perfumery said, it absolutely doesn’t suit me, I wouldn’t mind sniffing it every now and then, even if it’s just passing by a young, freshly in-love couple.


I wouldn't say it's terrible, not at all. It certainly won't suit everyone's taste, but that's a good thing. Would I wear it in the office? Probably not. In the evening when going out? Also not, it’s too quiet for me.
I don't know when I would wear it. But some occasion will surely come up!

Unfortunately, the longevity isn't exactly amazing, but in my eyes, that doesn't have to be the case. It fades quite peacefully on the skin, but makes a big BAM when freshly applied.