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the female side of MCM
After I recently received a generous filling of "Obelisk" and successfully tested it, I do not understand myself: what kept me at that time, in the mid-1980s, from this fragrance?
Why did I buy "Success" instead?
Maybe it was really only the honey presence, which I liked very much, which made me - together with the name - choose "Success".
Or was it the long known saleswoman who advised "Success" because she thought it was better for me?
Today I feel "Obelisk" as quite tame, almost tender.
And I also like cinnamon after the first contact. But who knows what corner the cinnamon bark is hiding behind.
In addition, Galbanum immediately registers his spicy claims with me: Hello, we know each other!
This resinous friend brings along a fruit basket with ripe peaches and many different citrus fruits, including bergamot, of course.
It invites to a picnic in the green; it smells very appealing and the freshly mown lawn is already warmed by the sun.
Jasmine and rose are not to be missed here either. They adapt so well that the noble and in the aroma very fine rosewood is clearly recognizable and also remains some time.
I like that; most of the time the stronger fragrance brothers and sisters are running a little over the pile.
A hint of thyme is in the air; the heavy fruit basket has probably crushed part of this robust and very herb-scented plant so that it defends itself aromatically.
Too bad about the herb: the herbaceous-spicy addition is good for the previous fragrance.
Ylang-Ylang waggles around brightly and as always shimmering and chattering cheerfully; this fragrance beauty is already looking forward to the forthcoming meeting with cedar wood; both like each other and so they enrich "Obelisk" richly, before the now arriving sensuality settles down lasciviously on a dark green mossy cushion. This capricious person settles down to stay.
Now her followers come rushing up and cause some trouble!
Warm vanilla wraps generously around apparently white musk - how good that sandalwood is there and that this somewhat sultry eroticism is slowed down with its own spiciness.
So this felt viscous scent does not fly around my ears and I can be happy about Ambra's great appearance: his resinous magic had been missing to bring "Obelisk" into the "right fairway".
Now this fragrance composition is wonderfully balanced and develops into a refined being.
To a fragrance creature that is faithful for many hours and not only sprays its undeniable magic throughout the day, but also most of the evening.
I feel as if I am surrounded by a vibrant golden veil of fragrance. It feels very good!
Here one knew with MCM obviously, what one did, when one "Obelisk" exactly so from the baptism lifted.
Now Michael Cromer could not have built his "empire" at that time without scents; that was simply expected. If you wanted to play, you had to have more than one stone in your board.
With Cromer's presence on the "colourful pages" (and also in serious journals), at numerous parties of the jet set, which he enriched in Munich, Marbella, St. Moriz and elsewhere, it is not surprising that his scents - as Turandot wrote on the occasion of my "Success" commentary - became "bulk goods".
As you know, she knows what she's talking about.
It was in the nature of things that every "Adabei" who wasn't there bought one of the MCM bags and if that wasn't possible, at least one or even both fragrances.
It is a well-known theme that much with the original predicate "luxury", eventually becomes common property.
But that doesn't change anything: I like "Obelisk" very much!
His oriental spicy opulence seduces into a time when there was even more room for these luxurious things. Everything seemed richer, more generous at the time
Maybe I only see it through the glasses of nostalgia: but if "Obelisk" was saved from this epoch without leaving too many feathers, I should be happy
Here I find another pretty gem of perfume art