Bodlwozl

I would say I am a very tolerant person. Well, olfactorially speaking, not too much

The headline says it all: if I smell this scent I MUST change sides of the road immediately, immediately, change my seat or just hold my breath.

This sour, pungent, acrid smell goes through the nose into the sinuses directly into my brain and causes extremely unpleasant headaches there.

The Sillage is (unfortunately) unbeatable good, which does not necessarily make it better to endure ;)

I hope that none of the wearers will step on their feet here...tastes are different, as we all know!

Light Blue was my second "expensive" perfume purchase of my life. Two 100ml bottles later I was tired of it. A last 30ml gift was left unopened in the cupboard. Every move I was allowed to see the bottle, because there was something about it that kept me going.

Recently I was visiting a friend. On the bathroom shelf was an almost empty bottle of the blue lemon water. I asked her if she wanted my old copy I couldn't smell it anymore
Back home again I was overcome by a bad conscience: is it allowed to give away an old, faithful companion just like that without giving him a last chance?
I dared to do it and sprayed carefully... and bang - there it was again: the warm and cosy feeling that the cedar amber note, wrapped in fresh lemon, triggered. Light, mild summer evenings come back to my memory........

........E continuo a volare felice
Più in alto del sole ed ancora più su
Mentre il mondo pian piano scompare negli occhi tuoi blu
La tua voce è una musica dolce che suona per me...


I cannot detect any WC stone scent, on the contrary. It doesn't smell soapy to me either. Fresh and warm, it envelops me like a lemon-coloured summer sweater when a breeze comes up in Sicily around midnight. Soft, summery fresh, not harsh, not artificial

I had to tell my girlfriend that I have run into an old love and unfortunately I cannot give her the scent.
She can understand, she has the same love

I had neither smelled the fragrance nor noticed it on the perfume shelf before an admirer gave it to me. Despite the bottle

I'll make it short and sweet
This sweetish, sticky smell, which strongly reminds me of 15-year-old teenagers, who have drizzled too much of some version of the "impulse" deodorant from the 00s, is a complete disaster for me.
Far too loud, far too madamish and childishly sweet at the same time.
Not my thing
Neither does the suitor.

It started like this:
For weeks I've been walking around the Creed Counter in the Middle Franconian branch of a Stuttgart department store and sniffing at the same fragrance again and again: "Love in White Summer". Who thinks now: Girl, wrong smell, is wrong.
May I be forgiven for having to swing a little.

Very well, then. Again and again this white love fragrance and the almost annoying question to the competent fragrance consultant: "Do you ever have a tester for me?"
Unfortunately, again and again a disappointing "No, we don't get any testers".

And, as if it weren't almost a ritual, the next time you visit the city you go to the counter. Again I sprayed the white love scent and again the question....and, you can hardly imagine it: TRY IT! I was told they were apparently sent to Franconia instead of Swabia and I could hardly believe my luck.
And: I got - tadaaa - Spring Flower too.

You have to say: I am not a friend of mega flowery fragrances and I had never tried them. This morning, however, I like to experiment as much as I am, just sprayed on coldly.
What can I say... I'm blown away. I almost regret just spraying it on a little.... from time to time a light breeze comes, of pleasantly soft citrus, summer freshness, in my inner eye the sparkle of the sea, when one looks out from a beautiful Italian finca. Like a beautiful, light summer wine on the skin... my heart beats faster when i smell it and i think it's going to be.

My long awaited replacement for Acqua die Gioia. Finally I found you, you beautiful spring flower.

Oh, by the way, white love's gone, and I don't even have heartache!

When I think of this scent, I see myself standing in the Hermès store in my city. Back in the early 20s, blond, tall, the heavy bottle in her hand - sniffing at this heavy fragrance. I was inspired by my boss at the time. Type: Monica Bellucci just a little rounder. Optically, the blatant opposite of me. Actually, it should have rung by now.
What can I say? I kind of liked him, but I wasn't sure. My perfume cupboard was empty and I wanted to get away from my standard (Armani Acqua di Gioia)...but you're not you when your perfume is coming to an end and there's no replacement...so I took it with me, the heavy bottle - fragrant, floral, but somehow also bitter.

I wore it 5 times, then I couldn't stand it anymore.
Heavy, heavy, too flowery, too loud, too existent, always there. Almost pushy. I felt like I had changed into the heavy bottle and was a running, heavy, oversized bouquet of flowers.