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The fragrance begins after spraying with an aspirin-like freshness acid, with aspirin, no rather Alka Selzer. Aldehydes. Similarly, only with a dash of lemon/orange lemonade does Noontide Petals by Andy Tauer begin. Brause, not too sweet. Or champagne, extremely fine bubbly. This stimulating tickle in the nose.
Then a transition to the creamy, floral indeterminate variety and I start to smell the musk after 5 minutes. Ambrette-like, vegetable or animal musk cannot be said, the synthetician has simply taken some of everything. And it smells good! Slight evaporation of hot, glowing teenagers at the school prom or whatever else may come to mind from the cliché and film box. It doesn't matter if you have ever smelt like this, only the feeling or the (fantasy) memory that is triggered counts. If it's as well done as it is here: Perversomat! That smells very youthful, but also seriously like body, even if quite feather-light.
Augusta likes it: musk shower. So far so good.
I understand the title of the scenery, i.e. the fragrance, as follows: "This is not a skin-near fragrance in the sense of barely perceptible, not a hint of nothing, because today you or a woman are not allowed to smell of anything anymore. It's floral, perfumed, slightly sweating skin. Attention, retransfer not excluded. The fragrance is not suitable for refreshment.
The Sillage is not a huge, but a fragrance in the literal sense: fluffiness, powderiness, brightness, humidity, in this case lighter steam, at least if it's not too cold outside.
After half an hour or so it will settle down; perhaps a little bit more woody or (wild) leathery spice will gradually be added. Gentle, of course, and tedentially carefree.
Disturber / Wehmuttropfen: Unfortunately, after about 2 hours a compression of the aforementioned fragrance cloud appears, which makes him a headache candidate for me. (But that doesn't have to work for everyone.)
And: Yes, yes, it is nevertheless a clean scent of structure and perception, no big deal, but I stick to it - this laundry is not quite fresh. A light spice, a little powder is also in it, the cream of the morning. The heated cheeks of the haste of the tasks, if it must remain already with the everyday life.
Plus: This smells like someone you've come very close to. Well, yes. Fleur de Peaux.
Minus: But now he has to go down, he's evaporating me right now ... i can't stand it. Teenage dreams are nothing but sound and smoke and cause headaches in the long run. And Coming of Age movies are just shit.