Fiddah Kajal 2017

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8.1 / 10 29 Ratings

Fiddah is a popular perfume by Kajal for women and men and was released in 2017. The scent is spicy-sweet. The longevity is above-average. The production was apparently discontinued.

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Main accords

Spicy

Sweet

Fruity

Oriental

Smoky

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Fruity notes

Bergamot

Cinnamon

Floral notes

Star anise

Heart Notes

Leather

Tobacco

Base Notes

Amber

Tonka bean

Musk

Benzoin

Vanilla

Ratings

Scent

8.129 Ratings

Longevity

8.027 Ratings

Sillage

7.727 Ratings

Bottle

8.029 Ratings

Value for money

6.917 Ratings

Submitted by multiple users, last update on 26.02.2024.

Interesting Facts

This fragrance was part of the "Fiddah" collection.

Reviews

2 in-depth fragrance descriptions

02/26/2024

8
Pricing 7
Bottle 9
Sillage 8
Longevity 9
Scent

Myrtillajus
323 Reviews

Myrtillajus

1

loved also by Women

Fiddah in arab means silver, understood in its prosperity, beauty and luster.
Men beware! This is a fragrance that will give you an incredibly romantic and attractive allure and that will "accidentially" end up in your woman's cabinet.
Oh yes, in my opinion this fragrance is wonderful on a woman, it enhances her: slightly sugary and fruity notes give space to a velvety, very delicate tobacco and leather with strong vibes on the drydown.
I love it, and I put it directly on my wishlist.
Try it and you'll agree with me.
“Portrait of Natasha Gelman” by Diego Rivera

03/26/2020

8
Bottle 7
Sillage 6
Longevity 8
Scent

Floyd
289 Reviews

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Floyd

Top Review 22

Tentacles of tobacco and the depths of childhood

Colorrado: Colorful flowers tumble aimlessly, fruits fall out of the bottle, short little waves dance into the brown cinnamon shower, which produces foam sugar from warm spicy clouds falling down, lies down on liquorice squares as soft cinnamon molasses. The confectionery celebrates vigorously. No hour.
Erna's case: Grandma Erna was a night guard and seamstress in the castle of a Schaumburg prince, she smoked Reval divided into halves on sand-coloured laces and had a silver-coloured case with black leather trimmings. Already the brown confectionery with liquorice as molasses washes into Erna's case and mixes with spicy tobacco, hardly leather, but all the more benzoin. The memory pales, quickly scattering only faintly Virginia and Burley in the dark and bittersweet memory of childhood for two or three spicy hours.
The honey eye in the semolina: In thoughts back to blurred time, to blurred pictures of the child, there was the anticipation of the highest pleasure, an idealized moment. That was the honey eye in the semolina in the still unmoved sweet and tart scent, which sank darkly into the depths of the beige porridge as if into a wishing well. Here now an eye of tobacco and amber molasses swims past me, stretching dark tentacles in the white-gold depths of the vanilla-benzoic porridge. It sleeps quietly on the skin for one or two hours, then it's over.

(With thanks to Gschpusi)