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Pear
Lychee
Grapefruit
Heart Notes
Turkish damask rose
Frankincense
Vetiver
Base Notes
Vanilla
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Notes08/15/2021
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Summer night at the Moulin Rouge
This fragrance was called to me on Youtube again and again, so I have secured a small sharing share from the dear berry (Here thanks for the super nice, great contact!)
Yesterday I came back from vacation and the little letter was already in the mailbox. The anticipation was enormous, the Delina Exclusiv is yes both price and valuation here a real high-caliber.
First once a Spüher in the bathroom simply in the air to erschnuppern how it expands in a room.
The simple answer: very. Very very much so.
The sweet clouds hung everywhere and really take apart went there yet not really well. The force of the fragrance has also kept me first of all to let the olfactory flash grenade on my skin. Every walk into the bathroom, until the next morning was dominated by the not at all discreet Delina.
The next day is then the skin test announced. The day itself is warm, but not too hot and yet I have immediately feel that the fragrance me a little too much to the body.
The first Schupperer is loud and sweet. Neither the rhubarb, nor the proud rose is really recognizable, everything blended into a shrill uniform mash. Nothing about this scent is understated or subtle. It's all over the place. And a lot. I'll give it a little time. Something... Physical joins the overall work.
Almost inevitably, my mind wanders to the Moulin Rouge circa 1900.It's summer. Carts rattle along the dusty streets and a smell of overripe fruit, sweaty workers and the stagnant waters of the Seine permeate the alleys. The days are endless and only the cool evening air brings some relief. In the evening, the city comes alive. Paris is already a megapolis the crowds squeeze tightly through the busy streets. The scent of rose petals and sweet vanilla mingles with baked goods, studded with juicy fruits that have been in the sun a little too long, heavy wisps of wine and a gentle breeze that has danced through Notre Dame. It takes us to the gates of one of the liveliest, most exciting, and most dangerous places in the city. The Moulin Rouge.
Like a queen of old, it rises bathed in a flood of light above the street in which it is enthroned. Her loyal servants scurry back and forth behind the scenes while the subjects are admitted. The Queen's court knows what the people want. Distraction and a whisking away to a world that will leave them the dreariness of hot summer days behind. Someone who can afford to spend an evening here is part of a certain scene. The men are well-groomed, the women beautiful and yet you don't belong to the upper class. But you want to have something for your money. The stage is lit and everyone is looking for a place to enjoy the upcoming spectacle. Beauties with skimpy dresses and drinks on trays are scurrying everywhere. The heat of the day has also found its way into these halls and the air that floods the high leaf gilded room is muggy and stuffy. The smell that dances through the alleys is present here as well, but it gives way to the applied perfumes of the barmaids, the pomades of the young gentlemen, the perfumes of the beautiful ladies at their sides. Then the curtain rises and everything begins to spin and swirl. The music is a little too loud. Legs are thrown into the air for a dance while acrobats fly through the air on hoops. Each dancer wears her own scent on her body, but each wants to be seen, indeed, each needs to be noticed. And so, in the end, each of them is just shrill and loud. Their laughter, outwardly joyous and almost ecstatic, has something manic about it and is soon replaced by a deep exhaustion and headache born of too little sleep and a little too much alcohol and cocaine. And it is only in the morning, when the doors are pushed open, that a first breath is possible again and the haze rolls heavily back onto the streets of the slowly awakening city.
My thoughts return to the here and now. It is two hours later.
Delina is still there, still present. My head starts pounding, my nose wants rest.
Vanilla I smell out, floral sweetness, fruity notes and something very full-bodied.
Individual notes I can not really perceive but I know that I do not want to wear this longer.
Yesterday I came back from vacation and the little letter was already in the mailbox. The anticipation was enormous, the Delina Exclusiv is yes both price and valuation here a real high-caliber.
First once a Spüher in the bathroom simply in the air to erschnuppern how it expands in a room.
The simple answer: very. Very very much so.
The sweet clouds hung everywhere and really take apart went there yet not really well. The force of the fragrance has also kept me first of all to let the olfactory flash grenade on my skin. Every walk into the bathroom, until the next morning was dominated by the not at all discreet Delina.
The next day is then the skin test announced. The day itself is warm, but not too hot and yet I have immediately feel that the fragrance me a little too much to the body.
The first Schupperer is loud and sweet. Neither the rhubarb, nor the proud rose is really recognizable, everything blended into a shrill uniform mash. Nothing about this scent is understated or subtle. It's all over the place. And a lot. I'll give it a little time. Something... Physical joins the overall work.
Almost inevitably, my mind wanders to the Moulin Rouge circa 1900.It's summer. Carts rattle along the dusty streets and a smell of overripe fruit, sweaty workers and the stagnant waters of the Seine permeate the alleys. The days are endless and only the cool evening air brings some relief. In the evening, the city comes alive. Paris is already a megapolis the crowds squeeze tightly through the busy streets. The scent of rose petals and sweet vanilla mingles with baked goods, studded with juicy fruits that have been in the sun a little too long, heavy wisps of wine and a gentle breeze that has danced through Notre Dame. It takes us to the gates of one of the liveliest, most exciting, and most dangerous places in the city. The Moulin Rouge.
Like a queen of old, it rises bathed in a flood of light above the street in which it is enthroned. Her loyal servants scurry back and forth behind the scenes while the subjects are admitted. The Queen's court knows what the people want. Distraction and a whisking away to a world that will leave them the dreariness of hot summer days behind. Someone who can afford to spend an evening here is part of a certain scene. The men are well-groomed, the women beautiful and yet you don't belong to the upper class. But you want to have something for your money. The stage is lit and everyone is looking for a place to enjoy the upcoming spectacle. Beauties with skimpy dresses and drinks on trays are scurrying everywhere. The heat of the day has also found its way into these halls and the air that floods the high leaf gilded room is muggy and stuffy. The smell that dances through the alleys is present here as well, but it gives way to the applied perfumes of the barmaids, the pomades of the young gentlemen, the perfumes of the beautiful ladies at their sides. Then the curtain rises and everything begins to spin and swirl. The music is a little too loud. Legs are thrown into the air for a dance while acrobats fly through the air on hoops. Each dancer wears her own scent on her body, but each wants to be seen, indeed, each needs to be noticed. And so, in the end, each of them is just shrill and loud. Their laughter, outwardly joyous and almost ecstatic, has something manic about it and is soon replaced by a deep exhaustion and headache born of too little sleep and a little too much alcohol and cocaine. And it is only in the morning, when the doors are pushed open, that a first breath is possible again and the haze rolls heavily back onto the streets of the slowly awakening city.
My thoughts return to the here and now. It is two hours later.
Delina is still there, still present. My head starts pounding, my nose wants rest.
Vanilla I smell out, floral sweetness, fruity notes and something very full-bodied.
Individual notes I can not really perceive but I know that I do not want to wear this longer.
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