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Haunted castle iris?
AugustA's nose encounters something dull woody that is already so prominent in the top note that I don't know whether it smells sweet, cocoa or a bit musty. After a while I recognize it: Patchouli. Patchouli with iris in the form of powder = some kind of muff, although not quite unpleasant, rather with a little cocoa or coffee or flour or the like light (!) gourmandig. Not exactly flowery or fresh the top note after the first quarter of an hour.
Patchouli chlorine-iris. Again this Privé-Chlor, which has met with now already a few times too often... Somehow then nevertheless well. Ah, there's Mate and Ambrette... And again the cardamom, which sometimes doesn't smell so far away from soap-salt-aquatic. Well integrated here. Dry. slightly spicy, again a hint of cocoa.
The privés I've tried so far have something so ghostly in common. That's attractive, and AugustA therefore fidnet himself again and again at the Armani Privé fragrance altar with the Greens and smells at the meanwhile somewhat ollen bells.
By ghostly I mean: Impalpable, but sometimes also penetrant.
This one is not angry, you want to follow him as he floats around on the skin in bluish-green veils.
Then the fragrance becomes drier, the powder nutty and floral at the same time, light beige. Much better.
Celadon is a greenish bluish ceramic glaze, Chinese, medieval, very rare in Europe. A Chinese ghost, then. The colour is reminiscent of jade and the fragrance reflects this. A scent of iris in jade green. The Patchouli represents the connection between blue and green, grounded. Bring the blue over the green to earth. Here he walks now, the Chinese spirit.
In the haunted castle in the Spessart there were also green spirits. We'll do anything for you...! But this fragrance is the counterpart of shrill and rumbling (albeit sensationally wacky for time), which here is subtle and has depth.
Ambrette and Mate seem to be steering out the patch that has spread so wide on my skin. The scent becomes more pleasing with some distance, but when smelling directly at the skin still remains a strange musty touch, which I do not really like.
The fragrance also becomes pleasantly powdery over time. The iris melts beautifully with the cocoa, without dumping into the sweetness. On the contrary, it makes it almost dryer and although powder is a care component, it makes the fragrance both more dusty and more ethereal. A tender hand reaches for me and pulls me over into the spirit realm. Farewell...
Räusper, I'm still here.
Augusto finds: Smells like when porcelain breaks (or ceramics). He likes it better in the end than I do, let's see how it's done with him. To me the spirit exudes in the long run too badly this chlorous note and here still with dust. I just can't follow him all the way into the spirit realm... Although, he did have his moments...
First the base note becomes creamy, powdery soft and now very pleasant, not completely without wood and a little spice. If I had all that scent, I'd like it.
I'll try that again in winter. It smells somehow like a warm fleece sweater that you just pulled out of a box, a cup of cocoa in your hand.
That's okay, but not really good. Too much box.
The Privés are obviously not my style, although I try again and again. Something is always stuffy, musty or chlorous. But I am persistent.