10.0 10.0 10.0 10.0/10
The nectar of sin
He opens the entrance of the first "of the Amouages" in my jewellery... um, scent collection! And gosh! There's something going on from the first moment. Warned by all kinds of lyricism, epicism and drama, but in a positive sense, I refrained from a courageous expenditure in terms of application and allowed myself only half a drop. Asking I looked at the place where it came to lie and doubted whether so little at all would find its way to my olfactory receptors. But oha! Even a "soupçon", a hunch, of this elixir would have been enough to send my sensitive nose with taste into the fragrance nirvana! From the first moment on fireworks, nothing but pure fireworks! In front of and in my "spiritual ear" there is a bang and a whistle as if the firecrackers and bombs were shot right next to it into the atmosphere. Meanwhile I see red in front of my "mental eye" in the truest sense of the word! Dark red, blood red, satin red, velvet red, sin red, sexy red! There was no better way to choose the colour of the bottle. I spontaneously think of a vampire lady who roams the streets at night, ambushes her male victims and bewitches them with her breathtaking beauty and the deep red, shoulder-free, velvety and floor-length robe with her heart-shaped décolleté to such an extent that they are ready to do anything for her and also leave their lives for her. Big dark curls play around her white face, her lips are painted with blood-red lipstick for seduction and also her pointed fingernails. No one would even begin to think that the fanatasically curved ring on her right hand is only there to carve the skin of her victims with its razor-sharp edges and to reveal the precious elixir of life flowing underneath. The seemingly harmless and tender kiss on the neck degenerates in blood contact to wild snapping and goes deeper. Whoever falls into the clutches of the vampire lady pays. Just once. Absolutely deadly. Not deadly luckily are the dark red roses in this fragrance. Setting the tone, carrying, leading and seducing. Velvety petals that carry an absolutely beguiling breath and release it when gently touched with the fingertips. With spicy cinnamon underlining, the rose aspects are still gaining momentum. Massive, splendid, powerful. A yellow-white-flowery exquisite melange of flowers joins the line and lends the opulent work the lateral guides. The fragrance remains this way for a moment and changes from one flower to another. Somehow I have the feeling from minute to minute that the power water plays each note individually to me, because in fact they are all somehow to be sniffed out, just beautiful one after the other. Almost as if Lyric wants to show all its facets, no one can judge or judge without this elixir not having played all its scent cards. After a good moment, a note vibrates that reminds me a bit of Versace Crystal Noir, this slightly coconut-like note that some people sniff at him, only that it seems more effective with Lyric as I find it, it has more depth. This makes me like it better and the durability of the note in question, as well as of the whole fragrance, is worth a milestone. After a good twenty minutes the initial fireworks are not gone, but somehow it doesn't bang so loud anymore. Which doesn't mean it weakens the scent. Weakness is not part of Lyric's repertoire or vocabulary. But with the now appearing woody and smoky notes, the fragrance finds a very erotic constant. A wicked aura surrounds him and exudes the bodily sin into the air. Whoever sniffs her is lost. Whether he succumbs to it because the fragrance captures him with all its beauty or because he is not able to cope with it remains the same. In the end, he takes them all. If you don't like rose scents in the typical sense, you might be overwhelmed here, too, because the notes are very perceptible and in charge despite the numerous other components. One should be able to endure something in terms of smell, if one treats oneself to this noble drop, because it is high-percentage. Lyric was created for the big performance, for the seduction, for the night, for the adventure, for the play with fire. Anyway, that's how I see it. He wouldn't go with anything else. He needs the spotlight, the attention, and he won't share. He owns the moment. Whoever wears it must enjoy it, feel it take possession, demand it and devour it. Those who are willing to pay this price will be rewarded with a unique fragrance experience. A rush of deep red velvet. A flight through velvet-red rose petals. Or... passes away blessed in the wake of the nectar of sin...!