Anosmia

The perfume already had me by name. Especially in this layout. Like a T-shirt with stupid self-designations or miles of political announcements. The perfume itself was found by my roommate to be "very typically you", sweet-fruity (and much more sweet than fruit) and squeaky on the border of kitsch, but with a - strang? - Note that undermines the whole thing and prevents it from drifting into the realm of poison girls - but which the perfume still heads for. The strange note is apparently difficult to classify, spicy was always a suggestion
In general, the perfume seems difficult to classify. It's - as has often been said here - actually much too flat and sweet for a niche, but it's not a classic mainstreamer for young girls. "interesting", "strange" and "sweet" were the terms that were used most often
I gave the perfume to my 13-year-old self, after the fact. I should have had it back then, it would have nailed down my whole attitude in terms of smell and flacon design: A girl from one of those annoying left-liberal educated middle-class households with metres of books and records, ecologically conscious wooden toys and piles of newspapers whose contents had to be discussed at breakfast so that everyone could develop their rhetorical skills for democratic discourse. By the way, mothers in such parental homes wear wide linen skirts and drag long swaths of opium behind them.
Girls from such parental homes like to burn out in books and movies (which I loved!) and become a singer or fall in love with some bad boy. They are supposed to be planning their career as an amnesty lawyer, but they might just want to paint their fingers pink-black, tear tear tears in their jeans, ironically label a t-shirt "Superlady" and make out a little at the next party. Above all, they dream of something that can simply be banal and fun, even if the Middle East conflict is still not resolved.
And this fragrance fits in wonderfully with that, because it's fun and can't completely deny its origins despite its poster-like sweetness and lack of depth. The bottle with the name is also given to the parents of the educated citizen, who probably check out the irony of the fact that the daughter has chosen an "individual niche perfume" with such enthusiasm
Thank you for this olfactory dig, Pierre Guillaume.

Amouage has one thing in common: Completely different perfumes on the market that have very different fans. Every Amouage in my collection has its own fan - sometimes there are several - who are completely convinced by the fragrance, while the person is completely unaffected by other Amouage fragrances. My mother loves memoir, an exact affair commented lyric with "that's how beautiful women must smell" and Sunshine - well - received the somewhat questionable compliment: "You smell crassly good after hippie festival and weed!"
There's definitely movement in the perfume. At the beginning it smells sweet, flowery, fruity, goes into the (sunny?) creamy in between, the finish towards smoke and herb comes later and then the other notes don't disappear completely. Since other people seldom experience the entire fragrance process, the reactions are very different. My mother, for example, associates Amouage mainly with Memoir, Epic and Fate and was quite horrified by Sunshine at first sight - it was quite good, but totally flat and boring, just a sweet flower-fruit-mix... Only to ask months later what smells so good. The late scent, the creamy and smoky one, seems to be especially adorable for some people...
My 100ml bottle is already half emptied, I find myself, despite various other beautiful summer scents, at panic-laden bunker buying impulses. For me, it is the greatest summer scent besides Soleil Blanc. But while Soleil Blanc is more of an affogato in a café in Ascona, Sunshine is the whole summer panopticon: sunsets over the city park, cigarettes and vanilla ice cream, self-adulterated schnapps on the Baltic beach, spilling sunscreen at 40° C in the shade on the Sinai, hippie parties in Tel Aviv, cycling and fruitcake in the Mecklenburg Lakeland, overcrowded outdoor swimming pools.
In this Corona summer, the first summer in years that I spent almost exclusively at German holiday resorts, I also imagined that Sunshine would bring a little international flair to my home holiday.

Now summer is over and the beautifully kitschy yellow bottle disappears into one of the back rows of the perfume compartment. But, hah, nice it was again!

Somebody once described Hypnotic Poison as the perfect scent for an affair-opener, I would say this trophy should actually go to Oud Satin Mood. And not necessarily only for affairs, the message here is not so clear
The previous speakers have already said it: Eccentric experiments or inspiring developments shouldn't be expected here, my mother, who would probably get along great and almost blind with Terra when shopping for a fragrance, found it "beautiful", but also quite boring and not very creative, I think "too round" were her exact words

But so far everybody likes it, without exception, the first criterion of a good date scent, because something more daring undoubtedly seems more charismatic, but can also completely deter spontaneously.
So far nobody could smell big notes, except for the vanilla, around which everything is orchestrated or gives it a direction - deep, not squeaky, probably by the oud, which never gets through here. So maximum came "delicious vanilla", otherwise only mmmmh and oooohh.

But Oud Satin Mood is not a sultry panty dropper or that which is commonly understood as panty dropper. Also rather pleasant-beautiful-cuddly than erotic. And if it's erotic, it's not loud. Not at all shrill.

This pleasantly for itself smelling darkened sweetness does not come along also with slight overdosage with manslaughter silage. Anyway, on my skin the perfume has a pretty close radius, especially after the first half hour.
But with an extremely long shelf life. Just as 3 Weather Taffeta supposedly never lets wind, rain and sun bring it out of its coolness, Oud Satin Mood keeps pub smoke, rain and long nights undamaged
It still smells after waking up and gets stuck in the pillows.

It's established itself now: When that smell comes out of my room, somebody in my flat shouts, "You got a date!"

I inherited this from my mother years ago: she liked the fruit with wood, but regularly stumbled over a fragrance phase, which she described as a "pharmacy note": bitter and disturbing. After the 10th use she gave up the fight and the bottle was still full to the brim to me. Now it's almost empty.

And that's how it happened
The concept of the air freshener, which is supposed to neutralise bad odours, is now actually more widespread outside the perfume market.
My grandma, for example, used to spray large quantities of "Glade" every time she smoked - mostly in the evening, after my grandpa had dozed away in her armchair after 2 bars of chocolate and a lament about incompetent politicians and had been sent to bed by her.
According to my mother, the Glade Spüherei was only used to add an obtrusive sea breeze or flower aroma to the smoky note.
Also very popular: upholstery, curtains and clothes with Febreeze edit.
And, so I heard, by far the most gruesome product are these Christmas trees, which were dangling around in many cars, especially in the 90s (the mean, peculiar, style-hostile 90s) - probably one of those cases (so I was told), in which it is quite fabulous not to be able to smell.

Concentré d'Orange is my sports fragrance. And in summer also work scent. Not only because it is supposed to smell herb-mackerig citric-fresh, but because it is always(!) praised as a flare of the orange fragrance in stinking environments.

This fragrance achieves its best results in situations associated with stench. Sports and clubs at six in the morning, for example. Then I can be sure that someone will hang relieved on my shoulder and take a deep breath. He once wrote me a compliment in sports: "You're the only one who doesn't stink here, but smells."
Therefore, I am convinced that orange concentrate is a really well made and expensive air freshener. A fragrance, then, that does not form a disgusting whole with smoke, sweat and the smell of beer, but bravely fights to drive away these smells.

And I still don't know how he actually does it.

By the way, I have never heard of any complaints about the "pharmacy grade" again.

Sally Bowles is a well-known figure, not only in the universe of musical lovers, although she only got a couple of pages in the Isherwood books about Berlin and, as a character, is barely outlined there. It took Liza Minelli to bring her to life.
And there she was, loud, edgy, romantic, complicated, adorable. A sister in mind of Holly Golightly.

And there is Black Orchid, another sister.
Imagine this perfume as a person:
Black Orchid gets into the room. Not like a lady, not like, let's say, the lovely mademoiselle Instant Magic, NO, the girl breaks through the door, screaming hello! offering strong berries and chocolate to everybody. "I just love it sweet Darling!"
The lady Atkinson is not delighted. "Of course she is American" she whispers to Lord Penhaligon.
Black Orchid is meanwhile, although so young and sweet, completely crowding the room, leaving not a single spot untouched by her presence. She is telling a story about her favourite flowers while still licking chocolate from her fingertips. She talks fast and colourful, colourful are her clothes as well, her dark deep laughter is seductive.
Some people have to leave the room: too much noise, too much sweet-talking and something seems odd around this girl. A bit cheap, a bit foul.
The rest of the crowd is in love. The charme of Black Orchid gets to them, turning them into enthusiastic party people as well, complimenting the wild girl.
Soon they notice: she is not pure joy. It's something dark and mysterious about her, something deep, you get only glimpses once in a while, when she is smoking for example, leaning against an old wooden drawer and her eyes turn black...But the party must go on! As fun and noisy and sweet and overloaden as possible!
She loves to get drunk, she loves to smell like whisky late at night
She use to stay out late and never seems to get tired.
In the morning hours she is still talking, a bit slower and softer meanwhile, the only once still accompanying her is a gang of other loved-hated girls like Habanita, Hypnotic Poison and Memoir....

Bottom line: This perfume is so strong, going out and wearing it is almost like going out with another person. Get ready to be complimented and your perfume maybe even becoming a topic at the party, people getting all excited about it.
Get ready for a night out with Sally Bowles!