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It was a blind buy when I was looking for a substitute of my decade`s favourite Sisley. I don't know any more what pushed me to purchase it, but I fell in love immediately. It is pine, it is cedar, it is wood, it was a love from the first sniff. Clean and crystal fragrance, not too colony, not too male, great unixes, making you feel easy, casual and comfortable. Prominent Patchouli and Earthy notes, I just unexpectedly found them so great and wonderful. That direction was totally new for me and I felt exited to dive into unknown!
It was a promising start, but sorry to say too short love story. Ecstasy didn't like me, after a couple of hours it turned into a smell of sunflower oil, which was so strong that I even felt being physically greasy und unwashed.
Several years passed since then and I still keep a bottle, hoping my skin will change and Ecstasy will love my back. Please, please, I will be your loyal and devoted wearer.

So excited, thinking everything made by my one and only Xerjoff must be a 200% masterpiece. Safe buy, I thought even it was going to be a blind buy. Here you are. I tried my best. I swear. I wanted to fall in love, or at the very least, just to like it. Nope, not with this one. Didn't like it on my wrist, nor on my hair, nor on my clothes, but I wanted to keep it—for the sake of the gorgeous bottle and outstanding, eco-friendly box... I pushed myself so hard to tame it... Then one day I reentered a room, where I had spent an hour giving a private lesson, when a strong energy drink smell assaulted my brain and my nose... My student, a teenager, denied having such a drink. She thought that I had one...
It was embarrassing realisation that I smelt like a youngster who brings herself to a point of addictively consuming energy drinks. Sorry guys, apologies to all Italika`s lovers and fans.. No-go for me. PASS. Is it my "special" skin? Or is it my idiosyncratic nose that informs my brain of a sickening smell? Xerjoff, it's not you. You did nothing wrong. It's me!

Since I moved to the West in 2006 I used my favourite—expensive—perfume religiously for many years. Then I started to get skin irritations on my nose, so I looked for alternatives—without any success. About a decade ago in Vienna I was given a promotional leaflet in the street. The scent was very attractive, so I visited the shop which happened to be owned by a lady from my home country. However, the perfume turned out to be more expensive than my than current one. What to do? I rubbed the leaflet over my body. It was totally different from my previous perfume but not being a perfumer, I really can't describe the smell, only how it made me feel. My impression was: That's the one. Love at first sight. Bull's eye—Erba Pura. I bought my first bottle and returned to my very conservative perfume shy Swiss environs. But to this day I wear it and proudly stand out from the crowd. People often make sweet and surprisingly positive comments. I am a private tutor and my students inevitably fall in love with it saying that when they smell Erba, they feel more confident about coming exams ))) No point to repeat that it can last up to three days, everyone knows Xerjoff`s famous projection. Since Erba is not readily available, someone even travelled from the other side of Switzerland to me to smell the fragrance. He was so overwhelmed that he could not wait for an on-line delivery, so I gave him a decant—win/win—we both could continue experiencing the delight. Erba Pura was my signature perfume up to 2019 when I visited the Xerjoff store in Turin—which broadened my olfactory horizons—but that is a story for another day.