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01/13/2019
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White feathers, powdery wing beat
AugustA thinks right after spraying: Swan -- fits. White feathers, soft flapping of wings. Circles that draw in the water. Delicate powderiness, creaminess, some Nivea, some raspberry pink.
Tulle and Swan Lake. Fragile fine and flexible. You can't escape your charm once you've dared to spray a few brave sprayers. But that's what it takes. I can't smell a thing with a single scoop. And I don't mean anything by that. It just melts into the skin and is gone. But with some sprayers more comes up the memory of Hiris and afterwards of very cream-cosmetic iris scents, less lipstick than skin cream, for alabaster skin of course. Very sensitive to the sun and softly translucent. A porcelain complexion in scented form.
I was about to start bitching about the swan. Not quite my collar size. But then: after about a quarter of an hour, a harsh tone joins in and virtually takes the innocence away from the top note. Gives more depth to the fragrance. There's something woody or something like a black tea note. Slightly bitter, very delicious. Some fruit and more body. Beautiful! Like Osmathe Yunnan? Only with a thick cream layer.
Osmathus Iris Violet, one nobler than the other. Rare, precious and pleasant the effect. The initial purity melts in this bitter powderiness. It remains overall dry and bright.
In the light facet of the fragrance there is an interesting variation where it darkens a little and then shines pure white again. The woodiness of the violet, the bitterness do not make the scent narrative one-sided. Nobody is without flaws, nothing is without hidden sides. In that sense, yes, a little confusing. Great job. But not necessarily mine.
An hour has passed and the musk mixes with the powdered iris and the violet, the translucent porcelain fills with bitter, steaming black tea. The fragrance takes on a golden tone, which then changes again to a pale pink shimmer. The musk is wonderfully warm, and now the overall impression is not so clean anymore. One apricot and one wood note, cedar, dry and warm.
Change from blonde to brunette if you want. No longer neat, but matured in a few scent moments.
The finish is supple, soft, woody and now of a subtle spiciness that radiates comfort and confidence. The swan puts its beak under the wing after approx. 5 hours.
Although the first thing you have with this fragrance is of course the feminine associations - ballet, softness, powderiness, white and pink - I wouldn't want the scenario to be limited to a women's fragrance. The feminine masculine side could be fragranced very attractively here and the bitterness certainly makes itself just as beautiful on masculine skin as the apricot fruitiness on feminine skin.
Tulle and Swan Lake. Fragile fine and flexible. You can't escape your charm once you've dared to spray a few brave sprayers. But that's what it takes. I can't smell a thing with a single scoop. And I don't mean anything by that. It just melts into the skin and is gone. But with some sprayers more comes up the memory of Hiris and afterwards of very cream-cosmetic iris scents, less lipstick than skin cream, for alabaster skin of course. Very sensitive to the sun and softly translucent. A porcelain complexion in scented form.
I was about to start bitching about the swan. Not quite my collar size. But then: after about a quarter of an hour, a harsh tone joins in and virtually takes the innocence away from the top note. Gives more depth to the fragrance. There's something woody or something like a black tea note. Slightly bitter, very delicious. Some fruit and more body. Beautiful! Like Osmathe Yunnan? Only with a thick cream layer.
Osmathus Iris Violet, one nobler than the other. Rare, precious and pleasant the effect. The initial purity melts in this bitter powderiness. It remains overall dry and bright.
In the light facet of the fragrance there is an interesting variation where it darkens a little and then shines pure white again. The woodiness of the violet, the bitterness do not make the scent narrative one-sided. Nobody is without flaws, nothing is without hidden sides. In that sense, yes, a little confusing. Great job. But not necessarily mine.
An hour has passed and the musk mixes with the powdered iris and the violet, the translucent porcelain fills with bitter, steaming black tea. The fragrance takes on a golden tone, which then changes again to a pale pink shimmer. The musk is wonderfully warm, and now the overall impression is not so clean anymore. One apricot and one wood note, cedar, dry and warm.
Change from blonde to brunette if you want. No longer neat, but matured in a few scent moments.
The finish is supple, soft, woody and now of a subtle spiciness that radiates comfort and confidence. The swan puts its beak under the wing after approx. 5 hours.
Although the first thing you have with this fragrance is of course the feminine associations - ballet, softness, powderiness, white and pink - I wouldn't want the scenario to be limited to a women's fragrance. The feminine masculine side could be fragranced very attractively here and the bitterness certainly makes itself just as beautiful on masculine skin as the apricot fruitiness on feminine skin.
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