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Surprising twists and turns
Not long ago I started to work here in this forum. From the beginning, however, I was gripped by the passion and the challenge to learn new things about the wide field of fragrances.
After reading a little bit into the comments and the nomenclature for the description of the fragrances in the last weeks, I decided to deal a little bit more with the fragrance families.
As I could imagine the least among the family of fragrances of the classical Fougères, I have acquired here in the Souk one of the reference fragrances to this family of fragrances: Fougère Royale as EdP.
Now I'm lying alone on the couch... Just me and Fougère Royale.
Among the many olfactory experts and especially experienced olfactory analysts here in this forum, who have impressed me with their expertise since my registration a few months ago, I am one of those people who have developed a passion for the wonderful world of perfume, but who do not have the ability to analyze and describe fragrances without supporting clues.
So the description Terra posted here a few years ago helps me to formulate my first impression after spraying the fragrance. I also smell, at first even quite intensively, the aromas of woodruff. However, I have less the association of an artificial green jelly than of the actual herb. Sweet too, but natural. And just as it happened when I discovered this herb with the special aroma as a child, I have to smile a little bit.
I take bergamot and citric was refreshing, but only briefly and only at the very beginning. Quite quickly the woodruff scent fades into the background and the camomile sounds. It does not play itself into the foreground either, but remains until the end, so that an association of familiarity, solid seriousness but also reserved and shy mastery arises in my case
Here is a short thought:
I have often thought when I tested a fragrance: "Would you like to be a person for whom such a fragrance looks good? Would you like to be a person who could wear that scent well?" More often you ask the question differently. One asks: "Does this scent suit me?", or "Which scent suits me?"
But what if you think of "restrained-shy mastery"? Do you want to be a person who wears such a fragrance well?
But then there is a first remarkable turn of events. Suddenly - and I really mean suddenly - suddenly a completely new scent develops. I have the impression that this happens from one second to the next. I even raise my head to smell once again whether the scent of the balcony flowers standing nearby might be deceiving me.
But I don't think of flowers first, but rather of the leaves of plants. And these are not smooth, rich green leaves. They're rather firm, slightly furry, hairy leaves. Maybe the leaves of petunias, geraniums or lady's mantle
And in my head pictures are created:
When I was a child, I went with my mother into the forest to pick blueberries. In those parts of the forest where the sun shone hot, a fragrance developed that was sweet and herbaceous. The scent of sunlit fern and at the same time the quiet scent of plant decay, the ephemeral and sweetish overripe.
And again a twist:
I approach my nose to my forearm, on which I have sprayed the perfume, and breathe out.
What happens can be compared to the experience that becomes possible when you exhale while drinking a wine while the wine is still on your tongue.
The scent becomes more perceptible to me. I can now smell plant parts, herbs. The scent becomes spicy, complex and wins enormously The herbs dominate. Camomile still plays a part, but it is only a small part and I have associations of a fine herbal liqueur. It is not a fashionable liqueur served on ice. It is rather a room-warm, well-tempered liqueur or a good dark wormwood. This impression remains until the end.
The flowery part of my life hardly develops.
Again, it is rather leaves that you grind between your fingers and again and again you get the impression of smelling something animal-like.
After about 4 hours, the fragrance becomes very close to my skin, but remains until late evening and lasts for almost 10 hours.
In the last hours an unbelievable cleanness remains on my arm. This is not the cosy, woolly cleanliness of freshly washed laundry. And it's also not the smell of soapy cleanliness.
It is rather the dignified cleanliness of a gentleman in a brushed coat...
The following day:
After my first experience and after my intensive smelling, I wear Fougère Royal.
And a wonderful scent that envelops me, that gives me comforting and homely support, carries me through a stressful day at the office.
Do I want to be a man who likes that smell? Do I want to be a man who wears this fragrance well?
Restrained shy mastery... There seem to be days when I'm like this