Adhira

This is going to be really hard, because this description of the scent demands a lot from me. It took me a long time to bring anything useful to paper - forgive me - into the keys. I usually have an association with each of the Leykarar fragrances - be it a film character or a particular situation. Here my inner screen remains black, because I cannot grasp, classify or categorize the scent. It's new to me, it almost annoys me a little.

So where do I start? Maybe on the principle of exclusion? Face to Face is not a spring or summer scent, it belongs to the autumn/winter scents for me. It starts tingly and dry-sweet at the same time and after a few seconds I also smell oud, although not indicated in the fragrance pyramid. This also makes the prelude woody. This alone is confusing and it does not become easier in the course of the fragrance. I can't identify what constitutes the fragrance, it remains a mystery. In waves it is slightly sweet once, then woody again. However, licorice shavings are not enough for it, it is dry at the same time, almost dusty, and then again round and spicy with a delicate fruity note. At best I perceive flowers as quiet background music. And every once in a while a little oud wave comes over me.

Face to Face is a very idiosyncratic composition, it reminds me a little of the Kerosene fragrances, which are often not to be grasped. He's actually the opposite of "face to face", because he won't tell me his secret at all, not even after I've tried it umpteen times. Apart from that, he seems to be very attractive to his surroundings - even my glow-eyed southern tyre dealer spoke to me in the workshop today when my car was being fitted with the summer flip-flops: "You smell fantastic - what is that?" Well, I live in the pampas, so tell somebody once that you smell like Leykarar. I have spelled it out to him, but whether Face to Face manages to move in with him until the next wheel change, I dare to doubt in this difficult procurement situation ...

I am very curious whether anyone will dare to describe this unusual scent and perhaps decipher its code. One thing is for sure: It is not easy!

"As beautiful, as cool as a pale morning in spring, still breathed with winter cold." Who knows who this description applies to? Right, it's blonde Eowyn from The Lord of the Rings. And if Eowyn had worn a scent, it would have been Indigo White. It fits the figure like a glove - fresh, cool, tender and yet strong.

Indigo White starts with a mixture of a small spoonful of iced sweet fruit sorbet and hundreds of slightly opened rose buds, still covered with the drops of the morning dew and bubbling down the green stalks - cool as a spring morning.

The rosebuds do not open in the course of the fragrance - no, they even close again and fall onto a fresh, clean white musk bed. One can gently imagine the warmth of sandalwood underneath, but this remains only a breath. The rosebuds combine with the musk to form delicate, innocent creamy flakes that seem to merge with Eowyn's pale, delicate skin. And so rosy-fresh with an almost slightly metal-like cool sweetness, the scent remains for many hours, which I personally like very much. Even at the end I can only guess the Ambroxan indicated in the fragrance pyramid in homeopathic doses.

A wonderful, very clean fragrance. Nevertheless no scent for inconspicuous clean women, because it is not discreet, on the contrary, it holds well and has quite some Sillage. It leaves an impression - just like the beautiful Eowyn, who finally defeated the witch king of Angmar.

Every time I've worn Indigo White I've received compliments so far - something like this usually only happens to me with my signature fragrance "Red Door". But "Indigo White" is indeed as far away from the noisy flower tuberose bomber as Pluto is from the sun ..

The fragrances of Nuage are almost unknown here - a pity actually! Besides the brilliant bright "Amber" the "Rose" is definitely worth a comment.

Rose starts with a fulminant rose liqueur prelude - probably Davana is what gives the rose its light buzz at the beginning. The rose liqueur may soon become weaker again, but remains perceptible in the background in the heart note for a long time. This gives clear advantages.

As the name of the perfume suggests, the rose dominates the entire course of the fragrance - and not too narrowly. So a diversified development is not to be expected, which is just right for rose fans like me. The fragrance has a fabulous depth and intensity that is second to none. Rich, dark red roses, which have just opened, meet a few tea roses for my sensation, which give the fragrance even more volume. I also smell a few green rose petals and a tiny hint of bitterness, as well as a very subtle fruity note - that should be the peach, which is not yet ripe and therefore not sweet.

The musk is bright, discreet and clean in the background and conveys a sense of purity. It is a very beautiful and interesting contrast to the rich rose notes, which are also balanced by the fruit. The amber only appears after a few hours and brings into play an almost delicate wooden undertone, which is barely perceptible. In any case, it gives the fragrance a little warmth.
"Rose" is an opulent rose scent, more classic than innovative, but by no means old-fashioned, of excellent quality and beautifully harmoniously composed - next to "Celestial Rose" by Béjar one of the most beautiful and richest rose scents I know.

"Rose" is for me a night scent for special occasions, the dosage should be done sparingly in any case.

Who gets the scents of Nuage once under the nose, should test these absolutely, it is worth it. Unfortunately, they are probably quite difficult to get ..

Opium was my first real perfume. I wished for it in 1983 for Christmas and promptly the EdT lay under the - artificial - Christmas tree of my parents.

What an oriental spice and spice - lush, sensual, beguiling, room-filling, stunning. These intense spice notes, this density of fragrances and this shelf life - absolutely unique. Just right for this time, a statement in the 80s.

I was 17 years old and was regularly in the Frankfurt area in the hottest shed on the road. And opium was my scent - so I sprayed it generously. What is unacceptable today and causes a series of fainting spells was completely normal back then. Today I already wonder how my fellow passengers survived the drive in the car to the discos when one or in the worst case all the girls who went with them had dieselled themselves with opium. Apart from the breather between the parking lot and the front door, things didn't get any better later. Hardly arrived in the dance shed one expected beside New Wave and the creepy 80's fashion a smell overload at cigarette smoke, sweetish ice mist and perfume tumblers, which looked for their equals, above all opium. The scent clouds were literally wafting across the dance floors, exactly in this mixture, and in such a high concentration that one could literally cut the air. I'm surprised that we all survived this unscathed, without collapsing under anaesthetic.

But still, it was a great time, sometimes I wish it back. Only to wear the original scent again and to be able to correct my silly dance style - I dance the Mussolini ..