Since I had missed the last Sharings of "Love Tuberose", I jumped like wild on the Sharing of the "Portrayal". As soon as the 10ml reservation was out, I read the scents for the first time and got a preventative headache. God oh God - Jasmine. Pooh and tobacco WITH jasmine. Oh you Ka** - Elemiharz!
I regularly pollute my house with my Arabic incense pots and have small incense resin packages sent to me from Morocco, behind whose sonorous names one or two surprises lie dormant. And I'd already been hit by the full booming of Elemiharz: herbaceous, stinging, medical, greenish smelly, strange, so strange that I poured the resin and burning coal into the toilet within a minute with horror. Elemi oil was used by the ancient Egyptians for embalming and is still used today for smoking against pests, which seems absolutely obvious to me in view of the smell.
I watched as the sharing slowly filled up and first called up the perfume page every morning in the hope that someone would leave a description of the scent to calm my nerves.
Amourage then appeared with her statement like the shining archangel herself and dried my fear sweat: "Clean-Flower-Fresh-Wascheduft". That changed EVERYTHING. From "saddened to death" my mood swung to breathlessly enthusiastic anticipation.
In my beloved "Bracken" there are echoes that show that AMOUAGE can also be used in fabric softener and fresh. The jasmine and vanilla gave hope that the stone-cold, absurd freshness of "Bracken" could be translated into a more socially acceptable friendliness.
I've never transferred money with so much momentum before! And then I waited... and waited... and then he was DA!
A thousand thanks to dear IrinaBerlin for this great opportunity! A revelation! With Amouage I tend to talk about fragrances a little bit beautifully - with "Portrayal" everything fitted from the first moment on.
For me it's not a fragrance that you have to smell into as a carrier, but it seems to be a fragrance that the others all around have to smell into. My "scent observers" only gave out cries of delight after a few days. Since I suffer from too much self-confidence, I smiled at them indulgently like small, stupid children and patted myself on the shoulder from all sides to admire my incomparable taste.
The jasmine of the top note is reminiscent of the radiant acacia blossom. Vanilla smoothes the scent and cannot be scented individually, just as tobacco only functions as a frame.
A light, muted sweetness seems to me like a hint of a finger that Amouage is simply hiding fragrances here: the top note contains components that can also be found in the complicated "Vepres Siciliennes": Magnolia? Oakmoss? Perhaps the elemi resin only plays different roles here, as it can be very multifaceted: woody, lemony-tough, dull-green, refreshing, with facets of fennel.
All this makes the fragrance stand out far from the little girl's corner and from the age of 20 it appears ageless. Feminine, after all, is the nicer word for madamig.
Another positive aspect is that if you 'accidentally' pour the fragrance over yourself with enthusiasm, it will not cause you to suffocate, the Sillage remains the same, strong and persevering, but without burning eyes or olfactory tinnitus.
"Portrayal" plays with expectations at a high level here: it's definitely NOT THAT what you expected and a lot of what you'd get from EVERY perfume!