Biberfrau

Let's go back to 2019, when fresh, "shallow and especially rose scents were a horror. Like wetting the devil with holy water, putting garlic on a vampire's face (not Twilight vampires), exposing myself to Wacken Festival for 3 days, I could go on like this forever. It was just loud, heavy, sweet, room-filling, dosage? Pah! I'm not interested! How Idole got under my nose is a real mystery to me, but I tested it despite everything. Well, I didn't expect much and I didn't get much. At the time, I only smelled rose and that was it. An intrusive, annoying rose. The test ended with a headache and the usual attempt to get the unpleasant scent off my wrist, but as we know, fragrances like this stick to you like Pattex...
Then came Corona and everything changed. Something inside me really wanted to like the scent. Was it the advertising? Zendaya is already in my top ten of female actresses. Or was it the song? Was it the combination of everything? In any case, I didn't give up and whenever the opportunity arose, I bravely tested and tried to like the fragrance. It was the same every time, a terrible disappointment, because really EVERY DAMN TIME that stupid rose had to push itself to the fore and drown everything out. At some point I gave up. During my pregnancy and the first time after giving birth, I gave up on perfume altogether anyway.

Now, three years later, everything is different. The riot gear boxes (I mean my loud, heavy fragrances) have moved out and made room for something new. Almost my entire collection has been replaced and now guess who has moved in with two sisters...
It happened like this: My colleague is standing at the water dispenser in the morning and just smells incredibly good. My brain goes through all the scents, but doesn't give me any results, so I ask her what smells so great on her. It smells like sleeping well in the morning, wobbling into the bathroom whistling/humming, taking an uplifting shower and getting ready for the day singing along to your favorite song with rays of sunshine on your face. You go to the closet and pick out your favorite feel-good outfit for "outside" (work, shopping, etc.). It smells freshly washed, with traces of rosy fabric softener. The scent hardly changes for hours, only towards the end does someone light a vanilla-scented candle.
When she tells me that she wears idols, I am completely perplexed. I ask if it's some kind of flanker. No, it's the "stinkin' normal" one. Whew, that has to sink in. I looked for the sample at home and suddenly it was there again, the magic that I had experienced at the water dispenser in the morning. It was the first sample I had ever emptied.

Long story short, 30 ml were absorbed and became my daily companion. Now I have 100 ml including body lotion and the sisters Intense and Nectar and I ask myself, is it the "age"? Is it the hormones? I don't really care, I'm so happy to have found my signature.

For months I've been eagerly awaiting the day when this little waterer would arrive at my house. What did I have ready for it. A text, garnished with the best parts of my favorite song by the doctors (How it goes). The hymn of praise par excellence this was going to be. This combination of scents is just screaming for me. What is it? All sprayed away in one spray. Gone with the wind. Nix. Over and out

The fragrances were so verfüherisch and exactly my Beuteschema. I mean, what could go wrong? For a few months, I'm what the testing is no longer so experimental and prefer to spray first on a test strip before the skin is on it. Such is the case with This is us. The first moment is a sweet blast of vanilla and sandalwood. My nose is used to grenades, but this was a bit too much of a good thing. And yes, something actually smells like dill. Thoughts on this ranged from "Hm" to "yes, actually not bad at all" to "Whew, I don't know" to "Nah, sorry". But I'm not giving up just like that. This is THE scent that I had already chosen in my mind to be my new signature. I can't accept the way this is going. So I gave it time. And there it was. Over time, a soft, vanilla musky scent developed and set in. There it is! Exactly how I imagined it and up on the wrist. But what's it going to be now? The sandalwood means too well or feels way too comfortable. It takes a club in the hand and hits with full force again and again. In between the vanilla is allowed to have a go and so it goes on and on alternately. At some point both agree and make common cause. They show you who's in charge. "This is us", "us against the world", but without me. They retreat for a bit after their ruckus and then the scent kind of.... yeah, how do I put this... hollow. It's missing something. It doesn't get weaker, that's not it. Somehow it becomes inconsistent now and then the sweet force comes back after a short breather. Like I said, without me. Where's my savior in need? Where is the patchouli? Intimidated? Not in the mood? Busy elsewhere? Better things to do?

The shelf life is (as with all fragrances that you do not find so great) of course bombastic. The test strip still scents the room (since noon today), but showering could put an end to the whole thing at least on the skin. The bottle is now also no highlight. I wanted to like him ubedingt, but that is nothing. Since I was today rudely brought back to earth.

I rarely get that way. I smell, I think joa bast scho. Spray again a few days later, think again joa bast scho. So weeks and months go by and I just don't know what to think. Something won't let me go, but something doesn't really want to. I have to rehearse it again and again; every time I collect new impressions. If I'm in a good mood, the fragrance is also completely ok, if I'm less in a good mood (what happened to OFT the last few months) or stressed or whatever, in any case not in good spirits, it spoils my fragrance experience. But right.
Vanilla West Indies came to me last March. Right there, when the flu epidemic raged and didn't stop at me. This innocent scent came to me and I demonized it. Yuck, sweet, sticky, artificial vanilla plörre (sweet vanilla West Indies, please listen away, I didn't mean that). Ew. I was just disappointed because I hoped for so much of it and what was? Nothing was it! I really thought that's the scent that's being praised? Are you serious? I admit, the flu craze has contributed 90% to the fact that I have left this treasure for almost a year.

Time jump. October 2018. At that time I was in the middle of hard times. What do you do in difficult times? You're looking for relaxation, relief, something clammy and cuddly. I, restlessly searching for THE scent, thought to myself, man, you have so many bottlings, first empty them before you buy again. Okay, said done. In difficult, turbulent times I am drawn to the sweet, lulling and warm scents. Such a feeling of security, you know... But what was it that made me feel that way? I went through my bottlings and got stuck with vanilla West Indies. Uh, wasn't that the cute, sticky one? You didn't like it, don't like it. No, not at all. I thought to myself, oh, you haven't tried it in a long time. It hasn't landed in the pull-along corner, so it has to fit somehow...
Joa, a sprayer from the bottling and I think so hmmm joa... hmm... *sniff sniff* not bad.... The game went a month, again and again a sprayer on the back of the hand and sniff, sniff, sniff.
When I then turned into a walking vanilla pudding and in the meantime was already asked what would smell so good here, I decided to let the bottle retract. I don't regret it until today.

Vanilla West Indies is one of the few fragrances that gives me the ultimate feeling of well-being. When I wear it, I just feel wonderful, relaxed and great. Vanilla West Indies embraces me when I urgently need a hug, it gives me a cosy, homely feeling. He never offends or disturbs anyone. He doesn't scream Here I am, not with brute force, as many others in my collection do. No, he keeps a low profile, but still remains warm and comfortable. A great fragrance, which gets by with only one sprayer and has sneaked so lansgam into my heart. As if he wants to wrap you in cotton wool all day long and protect you from "terrible events".
If you are looking for a complex fragrance here, you will unfortunately look in vain. As already mentioned What you see (smell) is what you get. Vanilla at its best. There's no scent gradient. Sprayed on he stays as he is and really is all day. I like to describe scents with songs and this one is Dreams from Fleetwood Mac.

Vanilla West Indies is my time out, my haven of peace, my review of past times that have made me what I am today. He'll ground me and bring me back to the here and now. With him even my restless search has come to an end. Never again without you.

Oh, thunder, only happens when it's raining
Players, only love you when they're playing
They say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know

Alien. You were my boss back then. My God, you were violent. Much too loud and too shrill. Besides, you were the new guy. Rejected for the time being. I repeat back then. Thank God one changes in the course of the years and so also the taste and the perception. How lucky you are to have undergone this change of heart. You've been one of my undisputed favorites ever since.

It was one of those days when I knew something extraordinary was happening today. Something wasn't as it always was. I knew you by hearsay. You had already mixed with humanity in part and carried out your operations in secret, narcotizing people with your bewitching scent and making them incapable of thinking and acting and then coldly slamming. This mixture of ambered wood and jasmine, absolutely deadly. But your purple appearance also makes you freeze! How beautiful it is! Those who are not prepared for this alien attack have lost mercilessly. If one perceives the bitter metallic beginning, it is already too late. The non-terrestrial mixture of jasmine and amber spreads in the human nervous system and paralyses everything, poisons everything down to the last nerve cell. Spray twice, you're one of them. You get beamed into the spaceship and can't remember anything (unless you're called Eric Cartmann). Their secret weapon is clearly sweet jasmine, which (or which one?) drives out its (their) tentacles and embraces it and lets everything forget, because one is completely in delirium. When you wake up in your bed the next day, you feel slightly taken along, but somehow comfortable and satisfied. How can you describe that? What's the matter with you? Well, if I could remember, I'd be able to tell you ;)

Times in the now-time:
Yeah, I remember. And I always like to remember. I have been travelling with my alien for a long time now and I don't get tired. I could go on a journey with it every day. I love it. If I had to describe Alien (or my travels) with a song, it would be Happy days are here again by the two wonderful women Barbra Streisand and Judy Garland.
Alien. I feel so good about you. You're my back-booster, my soul-comforter, you drive me down (or up, if necessary), my-feel-me-today-ultimativ-bombastic-good-smell, my mood-brightener, you're mine!

So, it happened again. Blind purchase. I was afraid I'd regret it again. I didn't really want to (yes yes...), but when I visited Flaconi on Wednesday a week ago, I couldn't go around it. A huge commercial with Emilia Clarke (whom I like soooo much) and next to her a beautiful bottle. Interest was immediately aroused, but it deterred me that it was another flanker from The One. With the original scent I have so my dear problems. Okay, crap, what now. I am an extremely open-minded person and like to give several chances before I finally give up. Hm ok, sounds very different from The One. Oh come on sch*eat it, just order. No sooner said than done. He has been living with me for a week now and is moulting into my daily companion.

For me an extremely pleasantly balanced fragrance between Sì passione and La nuit Tresor. The beginning is very fruity and sweet. Which makes me wonder, fruity, why? Where do you want the fruit? Is my nose playing a trick on me again? Well, anyway, there's something that smells like fruit. I was already asked what smells like jelly babies here... Um... I guess that's me... And yes, it is (unfortunately) so. The beginning is an army of jelly babies. Don't worry, doesn't take long and the coffee comes along and takes the fierce sweetness. The fragrance starts to develop pleasantly. It now appears grounded, but still remains slightly sweet-fruity, but now with a vanilla touch. Nothing screams here, there is no penetrating sweetness, everything stays in the background. In summary, The Only One smells like a fruity latte coffee.
A small disadvantage is that everything develops very closely. A murderous situation one looks for here in vain. But the scent is extremely persistent and lasts long, especially on clothes.

Portable for me at any time, suitable for every season and every weather.

I have no regrets!