Carosello '75 Atelier N°7 Erika Gualtieri

Carosello '75 by Atelier N°7 Erika Gualtieri

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Carosello '75 (Atelier N°7 Erika Gualtieri)

7.8 / 10 58 Ratings

Carosello '75 is a popular perfume by Atelier N°7 Erika Gualtieri for men. The release year is unknown. The scent is spicy-sweet. The longevity is above-average. It is still available to purchase.

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Scent

7.858 Ratings

Longevity

8.154 Ratings

Sillage

7.756 Ratings

Bottle

8.341 Ratings

Value for money

6.610 Ratings

Submitted by LadyLuxifer, last update on 25.01.2023.

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4 in-depth fragrance descriptions

01/18/2021

6
Sillage 8
Longevity 7.5
Scent

Gelis

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Gelis

Top Review 11

Compost - Church - Bar - Garden - Kitchen

I'll start the Carosello '75 with... fermented celery. Well, unfortunately, I can not think of anything else. Or is there possibly a pomace brandy from celery or similar?

But it gets better: within 30 - 45 minutes, the scent turns into a beautiful light-golden incense scent, which I like extremely well and which stays with me for several hours.

At some point, an alcoholic note joins it again, which I can not quite classify. Either it is a cognac or (still?) a marc, she seems to have but in any case a fruity base. The lovely incense continues to resonate - toned down. Soft and warm it is on my skin.

Only the second time wearing, also shows after many hours a floral note (I guess rose) in conjunction with a light cream. C'75 runs out with me after about 7 - 8 hours with Ambersüße and a vanilla note.

Carosello '75 has triggered with me now so no associations that go beyond the pure fragrance sensations. Without having a fragrance pyramid available, it is but quite exciting, what one interprets there so everything in.

12/24/2020

10
Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 9
Scent

Gandix

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Gandix

Top Review 32

A ride in a hot air balloon

This fragrance is like riding in a hot air balloon
along the coast of Calabria.
Standing on the edge of the wooden basket
you watch the world go by.
On the deserted beach grows seaweed,
on the water surface the blossoms of the sea fennel.
The speed is increasing,
we let ourselves be driven by the west wind.

Inland it goes now,
blue blooming thyme fields pass us,
dotted with yellow strawflowers.
Beautiful,
and an ingredient to the creamy chai latte tea,
which is served to us here on board,
according to an ancient recipe from our captain's grandmother.
Chocolate sprinkles are sprinkled on top.

Take me on this merry-go-round of life,
where clove trees blossom
and the west wind carries us along.
At the end, cotton candy clouds stand in the sky.
Eventually we land in a meadow,
next door a funfair.
Delicately this note adds to the fragrance.

This perfume is like a memory
of childhood, holidays, laughter, happiness.
Fragments of memories,
that arise in the head,
and gradually come together to form a complete picture.
Despite its intensity and ethereality
it has the gift, in the later stages,
to embrace one,
To give security.
A fragrance, created with love,
to give love.

12/01/2020

8
Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Isolani

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Isolani

Top Review 19

...because what could happen...

Like when you
as
prospective dolphin swimmer
in the pond
of indifference
still
you'd wait for it,
may it give you
Suppleness
allocation
or
to grow;
maybe even grow,
like fins;
be given as a gift,
like gills.

Or lent:
for merits,
won in action
for the light yellow
Lights everywhere
in
yours
Hometown.

You didn't like it? light
and needed his time,
and yet it holds
until today
an.
The glow.
Touching,
watching you.
Everyone was there,
all could
See everything and
follow up
how you keep feeling
heavy tatest
how you embarrassed
you got
if only someone
plucked at the sleeve
and
"you, say "
said to you.

Misplaced and lost
on the long way
into the depths
one
sociable
Togetherness.
Inhibited -
and with a
languishing
"if, then "
stalled
and
for dumb
sold.

Like before,
when you took the free - and
Speed float
from the hand
of the authorised representative,
Awards,
to whom you longingly
nachhingst
and that you've never seen before were allotted.
Cause you're going to tell it about splashing
of your feet
in the Kneipp basin
not brought out;
because you've been you then withdrew
caught,
prudish,
almost embarrassing,
mumbling an explanation,
that sounded like
"....cannot...
Fear of heights....
Webbed feet"

Everybody laughed at that;
the joke was good.

Oh, my heart
never mind
**

And how that is,
leads you today
exactly
one of these ways
out to the field
beyond the city;
im slowly weaker
becoming light
and in the
silk types
June air
the best intentions float
of them,
that your
Companions
want to be,
with.

Your singing
does not reach you
and their gifts
fall
through your
airy
Hands.

Decades this is going on
already
so.

Instead you snuggle up
to the flanks
the horses,
the
Round about
Round
turn
and their curved lips
are red and lovely
like paradise apple roundings.

And their
cotton candy
breathed in
Invitations to you
to do further laps,
again and again,
you take it /br /> gladly
an.

A free ride,
seen today
backwards.

For what shall happen;
it was,
the way it was.

And the carousel
rotates
continue.
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Stepping out of the today of being
and allowed to return to more innocent times
full of sweetness, sound and trallala.
The tingling in the stomach,
when the chain carousel throws you out -
and in the "caterpillar" when the top closes
and there's no one to kiss
and comfort awaits in the scents of this illusory world
and you are down to your last dime a shooting gallery rose in pink orange shoots
and her at home stapling the wall In the evening, before you go to sleep, your eyes may fall on it:

Yeah, you like yourself
This is how Carosello '75 smells
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So:
what should happen -
the carousel,
it keeps on turning.

09/21/2020

7
Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Floyd

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Floyd

Top Review 46

Childhood Carousel

Caramel colours fly to the sound of a diffuse barrel organ, yellow-brown light bulbs accompany the tin roof, scribble funny circles. The carousel is a tent full of magic. The wooden ramp at the edge is crooked, I squeeze the driving chip with the golden writing, bite my ice candy. Do I drive the fire engine with the gold bell? Am I flying the plane? The red rocket? Am I riding the prilflower horses? The merry-go-round stops. I'm lost somewhere. Then the world turns. All around me Everything becomes green herb camel, mint and wind, sweet warm cotton wool floats on my hand from over there from the candy stand, the colourful flowers that cling to the wave horses begin to smell, the organ sounds in the hall become blurred, as if the whole merry-go-round was immersed in a sea of soft caramel in which menthol rays float, cinnamon stars glimmer in carnation mists full of fennel fish flicker, the sandals at the bottom of the sea in veils of cream. Here I have disappeared since almost eight hours in the carousel of my childhood, with flowery warm-sweet bitter cotton wool, in light green herbal sugar time.

(With thanks to Mermaid and Can777)