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With some scents I usually run away without even having smelled the perfume. My personal favorite is the direction "sweet-fruity".
Best a fragrance pyramid with raspberry, vanilla and peaches in it and I click in a tenth of a second already away.
As a dessert: mais oui!
In a perfume: away with you, you sticky devil!

Now it so happened that through a very kind little manufacturer's donation from Acqua del Garda - many thanks also at this point - I came to six samples of the Italian brand, which mingle as a traveling letter among the noses of the forum.
N.3 Accordo Soave and categorized here as "sweet-fruity", was the last of the samples, I had already chosen it as my final opponent, and then also raspberry, vanilla and peach in the fragrance pyramid! I was ready for anything, within reach of the sink with soap, brushes, alcohol and whatever it would take to scrub the syrup off my wrist, because as we all know, the perfumes you can least stand stick like tar.

So there I was, dressed in a lavender silk dressing gown, sitting on my terrace by Lake Garda. Relaxed, I had just taken a fragrant oil bath that Cleopatra would not have spurned, and cared for my skin with a fine cream. It is early evening, the air is pleasantly mild, the stone terracotta tiles under my bare feet warmed by the Italian sun. I sip my glass of chilled wine, loll in my wicker chair, and just revel in the beautiful colors of the evening sunshine sky for a bit before my beloved comes home.
Oh wait, it's still this rainy May 2021, I'm sitting on my sofa in a gray big city of Germany, have a bit cold feet, my hair hangs on half eight because I had to go to Edeka earlier with headwind and heavy rain, because the butter for the risotto I wanted to cook was not enough. The spin cycle of the washing machine has probably just pulled me out of my daydream!

Instead of the feared worst scents, I smell from the first second milky, balsamic, caressing musk. The association with body care comes up very quickly, but in a thoroughly very positive, well-groomed sense. What vanilla, tonka and almond do together in this fragrance should underline the creamy-sweet silkiness, but I can't smell any of these notes as individuals. Raspberry, peach or licorice I can not detect with all my efforts.
Everything I smell and perceive seems to have nothing at all to do with the fragrance pyramid and fragrance category, and I'm just wondering a bit if
a) my nose is not working properly? Yes it does, I can assure you,
b) I just feel the need for a trip to Lake Garda? YES, who doesn't?,
or
c) you always have to get involved with new things in order to be positively surprised!

There were a few things she never got enough of.
An aromatic latte with Italian espresso.
Sunrises, sunsets, crescent moons, full moons, constellations, shooting stars.
Digging for old books in used bookstores.

And above all, all the feelings that only exist in summer.
When the skin still glows golden from within after a day in the Mediterranean sun.
How worries and problems dissolve for a moment into single drops and are carried away by the sea, and each wave makes you feel lighter.
The little shells and stones collected that jingle like little treasures in one's pockets.
When biting into ripe fruit, the nectar drips and sticks to your salt-dried skin.
The warm wind, carrying and taking the scent of bushes and stones and trees.

In Ciavuru d'Amuri there are little moments in fragrance form that remind her of all this.
Green figs entirely without the sweet-milky coconut note that often comes out in fig scents,
Jasmine flowers that are so transparent and subtle that at no moment do they push themselves to the forefront on their own. The incense is so dry and ethereal that it is only noticeable in that the whole fragrance combines with the skin as after a hot summer day when all the smells of the day have melted into the skin due to the heat and rather an overall feeling remains than a fragrance.
A dream of a fig fragrance that is unfortunately as fleeting and intangible as a dream itself.

I would love to tell a wonderfully imaginative and embellished story about this fragrance. But either he just does not give it or I'm not in a position to do so or both, but somehow I'm surprised that to this perfume here is not a line to read and I find him just incredibly exciting and that he deserves to be discovered.

I would imagine it is quite polarizing, at least it is in my perception and I keep having to smell my wrist and wonder what is going on.
This morning the fragrance arrived in a sample exchange letter (Merci dear Moritz at this point).

A euphony is the name not exactly, actually I do not think that anyone knows how to pronounce it and I try to imagine how I would be asked what are you wearing today for a fragrance and I then say "This is Ilzweipunktaoloid" or something like that. Then you might wonder if I've cracked a joke for smelling a bit like soap and laundry room and cleaned up.
But the next moment I smell then namely no longer so, but - yes actually like, that's what I want to namely, I just do not know what I smell there.
Freshly sprayed on I smell for a few seconds indefinable iso-synthetic, then it suddenly becomes very citrusy, but not hesperidisch but detergent citrus and that's then really unpleasant. But now not bad enough that I want to scrub it away, because it's not loud or intrusive, just really weird.
Then I think the scent smells a bit like a laundry room now, soapy and lye-y, but not really old-fashioned.
But it changes some more and now there's a familiarity that I just can't put my finger on, it reminds me of something past though it doesn't smell nostalgic.
I kind of like it, but it also freaks me out that I just can't grab the scent and don't know what association is floating around in my brain and hiding from me.
This is similarly unsatisfactory as when you search the name of this one actress from this one film and you just do not get it and it tweaks until you just ask Google. But stupidly I can not ask Google about it, so I hang with the nose constantly on it and brood.
Fortunately, the scent has now become extraordinarily pleasant and I hope I still come up with something.

Geza Schön is known for his synthetic creations and I personally have nothing against Iso-E and Ambroxan, but find this kind of fragrances often boring, perhaps because in a big city like Hamburg really many people smell like that. When I read Hedion (the first time I've ever read that today), Iso-E Super and Musk, I spontaneously think that it must just smell like young, urban city people, but somehow this fragrance is out of the ordinary. He is thoroughly unisex and I can assign him no day, year, or other time, but I have since this whole pandemic anyway no sense of time and move felt rather so sideways past the time, if that makes any sense.

Titles and conclusions I always find the most difficult and maybe that's why I usually prefer to write a short, snappy statement, but now I've written a bit for the sake of the fragrance but what, I think he can what.
I just do not know what.

When I write a commentary, it usually contains something about Italy, Southern France or something Mediterranean. That's because I'm an extraordinary daydreamer and I've perfected it, and from all my travels and memories and souvenirs and photos I've created my dream world very present. And at some point I no longer have to daydream, then I finally have the sea very close. At least I still have plans for it

On one of these trips to Tuscany in the summer of 2018, which I also recorded in my blog as a small perfume guide, I came to an Erbario Toscano shop for the first time. A chain, but one that I personally find appealing, as I like the layout of the shops and the products. So in Lucca I found myself in one of these shops, and there I was in a phase of absolute discovery of fig fragrance; how could it be otherwise, Philosykos was my gateway drug and with the knowledge that the green fig and its foliage were olfactorically very much my thing, I had to test every scent of Fig-Figue-Fico in its name.
So Fico D'Elba was waiting for me here, the product range in shades of green.
I discovered a fragrance that had convinced me after the first splash on my wrist, and I was able to treat myself to it in the 10ml Travelsize at a small price. I was given a couple of specimens in addition, a pretty little bag, and on some days during this beautiful holiday I smelled of figs from the island of Elba, although I was in the middle of Tuscany. I have never been to Elba and I don't think that the figs smell like this, but I don't mind because the fragrance with its refreshing green note gives me exactly the Mediterranean feeling that I enjoy very much.

I suspect that many who perceive the coconut so clearly in Philosykos also smell it in Fico D'Elba. Personally I don't feel that way, I know what is meant, but for me the green fig outweighs in both scents. In Fico D'Elba I feel the creamy base a little stronger, creamy and slightly woody through the sandalwood, with the present young green figs and leaves. A refreshing scent, which for me, like most fig scents and my Mediterranean associations, fits better to spring and summer temperatures, but I also like to smell like this in winter (because with scents it is much easier to daydream).
It doesn't come close to my ultimate fig scent Ichnusa ($$$-sigh), but it's a beautiful, harmoniously composed fig scent, which bears a resemblance to Philosykos but is much cheaper.

So I bring my little fragrance souvenir home, unpack my cosmetics bag - and the fragile little atomizer slips out of my hand and shatters on the bathroom floor.
But what I didn't know at that time was that I would go on a two-week trip all by myself through Italy in the autumn of the same year, land in Florence, stroll past Erbario Toscano on a rainy day, buy the perfume again and simply bring the souvenir home from another place and another trip.

Violet always sounds much more playful and cute than the French violet, which is also a female first name. Violette, let's take the -e away and immediately have the matching shade "violet", where I have just noticed that in everyday language the clumsy "purple" has often mistakenly crept in.
Pantone has chosen the colour "Ultra Violet 18-3838" as trend colour 2018.
Then there is the romantic meaning and language of flowers. There's a lot of nostalgia in that. Today, flowers are no longer chosen as gifts according to their message.
But where we are at the messages of the flowers:
The violet stands for innocence and restraint, virginity, modesty and loyalty.

Now when I smell on my wrist where I applied Luten's "Bois de Violette", completely different associations and images come to my mind.
It's not an immature, naive girl wearing that scent. It is not tender and not restrained.
The fragrance radiates a feminine maturity, it is deep and dark. As a color it would be a dark velvety violet.
It is a perfume with character, not at all superficial or loud, but it is very present and very confident in its charisma. It is like a good, mature red wine, a long kiss in the evening, a deep black night sky. The seduction happens alone, the scent holds a silent eroticism in itself. The dark that I feel in it, but has nothing dark, rather something mysterious and very feminine.
I find it dark woody-velvet-flowery.

I don't know if Serge Lutens and I can still get together. Bois de Violette" doesn't suit me either, and yet it is always a special experience to get to know one of its scents. I believe that the wearer and this scent know very quickly that they belong to each other.