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Take your time, I'm here.
I have now tested it for several days. My first Bianchi. In the course of my excursions into the Animalik. This one is supposed to have it in itself.
First contact: In the context of a sample order first only briefly sprayed on a paper strip, times sniffed (aha, so this is the one they are all so excited about, yaa, quite nice.... soso) and left in the envelope (and forgotten), while I tried to fend off the wildly cuddly soft bears (same sample order: Bal d'Afrique and The Muse) and would spend a few longer days in the Abreitszimmer.
At first, I was irritated by the lovely curl I noticed during my online training and couldn't quite place in the room. Until I realized it was the test strip that was still lying around there somewhere, and the sample bottle that smelled from the bubble envelope. Feeling lovingly woozy, I bravely sprayed a dab onto a finger and then very gently dabbed my wrist. From my first excursions into animalics, I had come to the realization that with very sparing dosage, one can have really good, pleasant and sensual scent experiences with this kind of perfume (and in fact, so far, it seems to have saved me from falling into potential cesspools - even though I'm only at the beginning of getting to know it in this regard - but hey, I've also surfed the wave of Ambilux).... where was I? Oh yes, and this Bianchi is also said to be bursting with animalism and passion. So always slowly with Mrs. UntermWert.
First fragrance experience "on Skin": at the beginning latent medical, scratchy-sweet prelude with lavender, spices and black pepper. A strong appearance, the animalic notes of musk and castoreum are latently present, give the fragrance character from the start, and it reminds a bit of the powerful orientals that many a proud woman in my environment wore when I was a child. I can't smell out all the given notes individually. I'm enveloped in a spicy-floral, resinous-sandy veil held by creamy musk. So self-assuredly proud of its first appearance, the fragrance begins to blend more and more with the skin. But I find this one subliminally humanizing. To my mind, the animalic note is more the supporting component of the scent (a friend confirmed this when she sniffed my forearm with interest), not a sweatier entrance. However, neither is it as subtle-bodied as my other dear musky scents (Muschio Nobile, Le Musc & La Peau), which remain primarily alone with me, but also shows presence. This is quite interesting, because the fragrance is so soft in the process and does not thunder around.
And then the fragrance takes me by the hand and walks a bit with me through my life. Stops now and then and presents me with an image - from a scene in which I felt comfortable. Most of the time I can not really grasp it.
Second fragrance impression: convinced I am not yet. Am but the opinion, I would do well to know an explicitly animalic fragrance in my collection, and this one is pleasing enough not to banish me to a separate building wing at home. This one is definitely nice and pleasant. Meanwhile, it won't hurt if I use it again sometime to get to know it even better. This time I'm not so restrained and venture a few spirited sprays "behind the ear". I hear myself thinking that I probably want to buy the fragrance.
Third scent impression: I go to work wearing a, on a sunny spring day, very pleasing woody synthete (Molecule 234-38). Very good choice. A wonderfully pleasant companion through the day that caresses but does not disturb. Brings calmness. In times like these sensationally stabilizing, grounding. Perfect.
I think on my jacket have caught at the bottom of the sleeve from the previous day a few fragrance molecules of Under my Skin, which nestle in the meantime every now and then to my wrist and remind me how nice it is to be wrapped in this fragrance.
As the day progresses, I test something else. Ok.
In the evening on the couch, that sweet scent memory rises to my nose again. Where does that come from now again? At some point I realize: from my sofa cushion from the night before.
I pull out the bottling. It has slowly crept its way into my heart. Connected with me and made me miss him.
I read somewhere here that you should give the fragrance time, eventually something awakens. Yes!
And that is the real seduction.