Then the heat is literally in the air. In Mediterranean regions, this heat, which lasts for long periods of time, can sometimes be perceived olfactorily. When it has not rained for days or weeks. The thermometer consistently measures more than thirty degrees during the day and more than twenty degrees at night. Then drought and dryness oppress the body and it can only be endured either in the evening or under shady umbrellas near the sea. Without a drink within reach, it's no fun. With, however, quite a lot. Treat yourself to one.
Especially when the annoying worries of everyday life move into the far distance and small tables in narrow streets praise "La Dolce Vita". In the background, the rattling of the portafilter machine can be perceived and between thick sandstone walls gleams pristine white espresso crockery. People in stylish sun hats in light linen clothing under small, round parasols stir their sweet cups with miniature spoons and gesticulate spiritedly. They smoke cigarettes from soft packs as they do so and, if you'll pardon the expression, look very good doing it. Beige Vespas bump along the soapstone pavement. Red geraniums on the shutters and balconies. There's a fig tree in the middle of the tables, after all, this is Fico di Amalfi.
The fruity-lovely of the fig expresses the flair of this sweet lightness in a particularly authentic way. Distilled and bottled in azure blue flacons, this fragrance represents for me a guarantor of Italian self-confidence and uncompromising with stylistic-formal details. Functionality is a secondary matter here and is simply smiled away in the best Tutto Bene manner. "La dolce vita in una bottiglia."
An Acqua Di Parma Blu Mediterraneo Fico Di Amalfi (ADPBMFDA) should, after all, be used, ie several times a day and not fly away due to sparing use. By the way, the number of words in the name serve wonderfully as a guide to the frequency of application per day, with just as many sprays. In short: 8x8, or eight sprays every three hours. So much for durability. If you want to test the fragrance on several occasions or possibly longer than a two-week holiday in Italy, the 150 ml bottle is the minimum of all things.
On the subject of sillage, I can more or less tie to the comments on durability: an overdose or even penetrating obtrusiveness to a few fellow men, is almost impossible. ADPBMFDA wears one rather for himself to trim the own mood to "Dolce Vita".
Similarly restrained is the course of the fragrance, which is relatively rigid and linear, from intense fig (immediately after spraying) to fig medium strong, fig subtle (after about 1 1/2 hours) to fig gone (after about 3 hours, see above). A circumstance that seems to cling strongly to the Blu Mediterraneo range. But "Chi vuole saperlo ?", right " nessuno" , except "il tedeschi" maybe. From there "non importante".
And that's where a few questions sometimes intrude or not. It all depends. The questioner probably expects more for the price (which is okay, all things considered) and grumbles about what the makers cite as a unique selling point, justifying the high diversification. Linearity as a plus, so to speak. An ADPBMFDA doesn't have to have a progression. "But it does." says the German "No." the Italian. Whereby the German still to consider that the fragrance is anyway rather what for women, without wanting to get anyone too close.
There it is again, the proof that a fragrance is not able to create a mentality, but only the construction of an atmosphere. An ADPBMFDA does not make an Italian out of a German. Perhaps it is not supposed to, but the conscious imitation is certainly aimed at now and then. To bow sincerely to purism and linearity as an art form of a fragrance may be difficult for some, but it is necessary in order to shed certain prejudices and stereotypes. However, these heavy-handednesses are not bad or to be classified as bad per se. After all, they serve wonderfully as markers of distinction between people perhaps also as demarcation from certain cultural zones.
The good thing about it: at the end of the day, i.e. in the evening, when the sun is lower and you stroll through the narrow streets described, then one thing immediately catches the eye of the trained observer: the people sitting here, with their much too large sun hats and their much too large cups, ice cream cups and Pall Mall mega-packs are certainly not Italian. Because they don't wear hats to protect from the sun in the evening anymore, because it's almost gone. Nor do they drink a latte macchiato, and certainly not with a straw disguised as a spoon. Even less do they eat copious amounts of ice cream with a mountain full of cream, smoke unsightly and fast, or stare incessantly at their way-too-big smartphone when they're not listening to way-too-loud voicemails or typing them in themselves. "No." They, the Italians, have long since gone elsewhere and, incidentally, don't wear fragrances from big azure bottles in the evening either. These are meant for the day, the sun, the light, the beach and the sea. But they only smile about that and don't grumble. Because that's the beauty of it: la dolce vita is an art that not everyone has mastered.
*this text may contain ironic passages