Adelina

Néa opens with a gourmand mix of dry plums and dates, with just a hint of pomengranate sweetness. To my nose, the combination is mostly like a fruity-caramel sirup, liquid and sparkling, rather than dense and sticky like some gourmands tend to be. In about half an hour, the perfume migrates slowly towards the floral side and a perfect rose appears, with its fuchsia petals glowing, ready to embrace the composition. At this moment Néa shows to me another facet and I coud swear that there is a cherry note hidden between the flowers. This note is not listed, so maybe the jasmine and rose notes, mixed with the fruits like to play with my senses.
The base of the perfume is very warm and well balanced and I can detect a musky, somehow dirty accord, but in a good way, blended with a chocolatey patchouli, laid to rest on an inviting vanilla bed.

Néa surprised me in a good way, it is a soft and luminous gormand, like a coral cashmere sweater, warm and inviting and in my opinion it can be worn by women of all ages, because it simply has the power to destress and bring a smile on someone's face.

This perfume sure is an ode to roses. Picture this: A young woman is sitting in her reading nook, curled up, with a book in her hands. On the table near her, there is a lush bouquet of roses, tied with a purple ribbon. In her right hand, she hold a glass of liquor and sipps slowly, as the words settle in her thoughts. If you look at her now, she seems so mature, but if you take a peek at the book's cover, you'll be surprised to discover that she's reading fairytales.

This is how Nin Shar is. A perfume between innocence and maturity. It may look simple, but it is yet so deep.

Garuda is hot. Like liquid lava, covering my skin, melting my heart. The opening is woody, with a velvety oud caressing my senses. There are no asperities, the oud is perfect in here, with no unpleasant medicinal vibe. Soon, a boozy note of rum makes its presence felt and Garuda becomes more intriguing. I am craving for more as I caught by the sleeve a gourmand kind of accord. What could it be? After a couple of hours, here it comes - amber, in all its splendour. It melts into the mixture and now Garuda is even more wonderful. Have you ever listened a saxophone jazzy medley on repeat, on and on, as you sit barefoot next to the fireplace? Well, thats's how Garuda feels. So.... proceed with caution... you may loose your heart tonight.

Once upon a time there was a far, far away kingdom in which fields were covered in roses, the sky was always blue and every single man or woman would have golden hair and opalescent white skin. The kingdom's name was Puredistance and the people living in it were called Whitesians. The sun was always shining in the kingdom of Puredistance and people were always smiling.
The Whitesians had no worries and their world was filled with love and joy, but in order to preserve this bliss, once a month a Whitesian had to travel outside the Puredistance kingdom's gates in order to fulfill someone's dream of happiness. That was not an easy task, as ordinary humans easily gave up their dreams and wishes and were often feeling sad or angry.
The big day came for Beatrix and she was ready to go out there, in the big, intricate world and make someone happy. She had her long, golden hair embellished with roses and her lips curved in a generous smile.
The gates of Puredistance opened and she stepped outside, nervous but also excited to start the adventure. After a while, she found the sad human being whom she must make happy again: a girl, named Deidre who was sitting on a bench, sobbing, with her shoulders moving up and down. Beatrix, who, like every Whitesian, was invisible for ordinary humans, seated next to the girl and with her white, warm fingers, wiped the tears falling from Deirdre's eyes. The girl stopped crying, and for a moment she felt around her the most magnificent perfume ever: a warm and inviting rose scent, mixed with a soapy and clean sandalwood note. Her watery eyes became wider as she was looking beside her hoping to see where did the wonderful smell came from, but she saw nobody.

Beatrix hair started to shine brighter spreading the heavenly scent all over the place, absorbing all the sadness from Deirdre's heart. The Whitesian came closer to the girl and embraced her, softly singing the song of happiness.

Suddenly Deirdre was feeling better and began to remember all the good things in her life. A shy smile was begining to rise from within her heart. She closed her eyes and the perfume that was spreading around her started to feel more and more creamier. Deidre felt the need to take her shoes off, she wanted to feel the ground under her feet and just let go of all the worries. Suddenly an earthy hint of orris began to tickle her nostrils. She felt like the earth was absorbing her sadness and then, Deirdre felt free and...happy. She began to dance, like nobody was watching, like all her dreams could come true in an instant.
Beatrix was proud. Her misunderstood human was happy now. Her mission was accomplished. She laughed, flicking her locks of hair, spreading the perfume of happines around her once more and kissed Deirdre's cheeks. It was time to go back to Puredistance kingdom.

Deirdre opened her eyes and just for a moment, she thought she saw a glimpse of golden hair, leaving a perfumed trail behind...
This is Puredistance WHITE to me, a complex, life-changing perfume by wich I would love to be surrounded every single day.

You can barely catch a glimpse of her through the imposing cedar trees that cast long shadows over the forest. If you look closely, you'll see her silver hair, like smoke undulating in the breeze, then her thin silhouette, like witch of the forest. She is on her kneels, picking iris flower. She keeps the bouquet in her arms, and her movements became frantic as the bouquet is taking shape. Among clods of soil, there can be seen the roots of the iris flowers, but just for a second, than she buries them quickly with her small hands, as she looks back over her shoulder looking worried. The movement makes her hair flow like a river over the petals. I look at her. She is unbelievably beautiful and she impregnates even the air around with her tenderness. She rose up. The bouquet's weight draws ghostly shapes on her dress. She starts to run but suddently she looked back and I saw her lips move rhythmically. Irisss, Irisss ... she whispers and loses her trace in the majestic forest.