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Falling! The time had come. The dark star knew that its time had come. It was preparing for the inevitable. To go out! It had always been the darkest star of all in its galaxy. Just once, just once, he wanted to be as bright as the other stars around him. And so it began to die and slowly fall! Gently at first and then faster and faster. The faster he fell, the brighter it became around him. Light surrounded him. Bright, soft and so infinitely light!

The dark star became brighter and brighter the lower it fell and the light illuminated its surface. No one could ever guess what was hidden and concealed there in the deepest darkness. All the beautiful and dark secrets he kept. But now he showed them. And so the dark star let go and released Zero-G. No Gravity...! Its surface slowly dissolved and all the tons of weight on it began to melt and rise like magma. In peaceful, liberating lightness!

Bright, luminous and as if carried by cosmic gases and aldehydes. So light as a feather, weightless and gentle. Resins slowly began to melt and melt. Disintegrating in a flight of sparks from billions of smoky, glowing fireflies. Soft like the tail of a comet or a stellar rainbow. And so the dark star fell deeper and deeper. And the light surrounding it became more and more creamy-silky and milky-matt. And suddenly it shone brighter than any star in its galaxy. He paused for a brief moment in time as his era passed him by. And as he began to fall again, the stars around him also sang. And they accompanied him with a sweet, animal song as he burned up and melted away in the illuminated, warm, soft brightness...!

Blackout
No one can say exactly what this perfume is made of. No pyramid, no notes, no clue. Blackout takes you with it. It takes you on a journey into the dark. But you sit in the light. You see the heaviness pass by in the shadow of the light. On the border between light and darkness, everything becomes weightless. The load of notes I can smell weighs as much as a ton. But here it weighs as much as a feather. You carry the shadow of light on you. That's how it seems to me! I recognize aldehydes, gases or oxigens. Infinite lightness. Carried on them a massive, heavy load. A hint of black magnolias or orchids. A shadow of light florality. Interspersed with melting resins of balsamic copaiva balsam, tolu balsam or opoponax. Waxy, soft, supple and delicately melting. Everything is briefly on fire. As if you were in the tail of a comet. A flight of sparks from the oldest Ottoman incense burns up for minutes. Woods burn up in the tail. Soaked in juices of creamy borneo oud and milky-soft guaiac wood. What remains is a delicately echoing and sweetish crackle of caramel and delicately bitter patchouli.

Conclusion
These are just my impressions. What Blackout will show you is individual. For some it will be darkness. For some, the light. And for some, a bridge to both. Like for me! Blackout is like a scream in the universe. Not actually audible. But if you are in a vacuum, it is infinitely loud. Because there you hear differently...! Blackout is like the shadow of light on your skin. Dark but completely weightless. Its ingredients may weigh tons, but you can't feel them! If one were to draw comparisons to other perfumes, Blackout would be comparable to Khan by Royal Crown and Chimaera by Terenzi. Both fragrances have a slightly resinous, spicy-sweet basic structure, but are not gourmands. And this also applies to Blackout...!

I go into the dark for you. Are you waiting for me by the stars?
-Allyson Condie-

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zILmrAJgzSc&pp=ygUZcSBsYXp6YXJ1cyBnb29kYnllIGhvcnNlcw%3D%3D

Take my hand and let's pretend it's spring...! Do you remember? The lilacs as they blossomed. The damp umbels. When I stroked them over your rosy cheeks, wet with misty morning dew. And their scent told you what I couldn't. I love you! My throat was as dry as if the roots of the iris were smothering it in powdery dust.

Come on,...let's pretend it's summer!
Your eyes,...as bright as orange blossoms. Watery, bright and full of joie de vivre. Like white grapes. So tender, so green. Stars that will light me up forever. That's what I thought! Burned into my soul. Summer seems endless. The sweet pain in me seems endless!

Come with me,...we'll pretend it's fall!
Nature goes to rest. Leaves are falling. Yellow, brown-glowing like cognac in the swing of time. The grapes and the eyes darken and go blind. More and more. Take a deep sip. And you will feel warm. For a brief moment, time is our friend!

Come with me,...it's winter...!
Time,...frozen! Even the tears too! The last chance to catch them. In their animalism they freeze on your cheeks. Crystallized, matt-smoky like a sliver of ice. Let's take them in with our lips. Each one so precious. They taste of sweet memories and of spring. Do you remember what spring is? Let me show it to you again, my angel. In your new world, where I can't follow you...spring can always be for you. And if you get lost on your journey,...follow my tears...!

Conclusion
Tears by Régime des Fleurs is an attempt to give tears a molecular and olfactory structure. The perfume reflects the sensations. It reflects joy as well as sadness. Which direction it will take is questionable? Lilac in full bloom is delicately dusted with rosy floral moisture. Interspersed with powdery, earthy-rooted nuances of iris root. Dryness as if it were constricting your throat. A brief moment of speechlessness and silence. Young, white wine, represented here by green cognac, brings a soft green glow. A brief phase of pause. Accompanied by the brightest and clearest incense. Everything is caught in a web of white ambergris. Animalic, so subtle and finely filtered, settles on the skin and penetrates it, perhaps like a tear. Crystal clear, clean, pure and sharp like a splinter in the flesh of the soul. What remains is an intimate emotion on the skin. Which will probably be emotionally unique for each of us. Tears,...they always flow towards someone!

-My tears become a river. It carries me, when I have to cry, in my little, little boat into the big ocean."
Frantz Wittkamp

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=-GGQBOc7VtI

How does a sensitive-aesthetic and artistic person memorialize femininity? Each of these aesthetes saw femininity differently. A Lagerfeld,a Yves Saint Laurent,a Montana or a Valentino? All of these greats have made a monument to feminine beauty in their careers. And many more! It is difficult to describe a woman,..even very! They are as unpredictable,dazzling,colorful and multifaceted as a color palette. But if you pour all the colors of the palette together, there is always a deep black. Unfathomable and unspeakably fascinating! Diego Dalla Palma has seen the femininity every day of his life.He,one of the greatest makeup artists of his time. He has perfected what can not be made more perfect. He had brought out the best in every female face. The eyes,the mouth,the cheekbones. Yes even the aura and the soul. Diego Dalla Palma dusted beauty with color. It was his gift and profession. He also gave and gave female beauty a perfume. What he gave to men, I know too well. I wear his masculine signature. But this is another story. What Diego gave to women is another story. Let's write it down...!

Diego Dalla Palma by Diego Dalla Palma.....
Not everything that seems harmless is also so! Let's take as an example a pink mantis or the very famous femme fatal. No,no,...the perfume is not for young women. That much should be said. I personally see it more on mature women. Unless one is a Lolita. Then it could fit. Possibly? Musk dominates here. But not the softened,purified and sterilized musk as so popular today. There is animalic,coarse-grained and smoky-soapy musk here. The way it really smells. Probably one of the purest and realest of its kind. Soapy, rough and strongly physical. White musk or also synthesized,the good old ketone musk or also known as nitro musk. It serves as a backbone and corset. It is delicately surrounded by powdery soft and floral tones of violet and iris. It smells like soft creamy powder. A lightly synthesized rose dances in. A brief impression of red nail polish. Not quite dry yet and still moist-glossy. Touched by soft-smoky and transparent notes of dry amber and vanilla dust. As delicate-filigree and smoky as a nylon stocking. Finally, everything is tenderly creamed in woody and soft-creamy sandalwood oil. It hardly gets more feminine than this. And thus so irrevocably dedicated to the ladies...!

Conclusion
The aura that spreads this perfume is toxic,...toxic-feminine!
And this I mean very positively,full of high regard and worthy respect. The durability is remarkable. It literally melts into the skin and the wearer for hours and becomes one with her. The sillage comes close to a calm pulse beat. Well perceptible and calm-loose. At the time, I had never experienced the perfume. I was probably too busy with the male variant Aqualambara. The perfume is a skin scent or rather a musk perfume. It touches on an animalic chypre by a hair's breadth. But is not one despite the notes. If you were to put clothes,animals,art or human features on this perfume,I would know a few! Seen as clothing it would be a smoky black,worn,delicate transparent nylon stocking. Soft and matte powdered,feminine-human scented. Lightly greased by shimmering,silky-creamy body lotion. So delicate and sensitive. But pulled on tension,..quite "captivating"! If it were an animal then a pink orchid mantis. Almost static, immobile, lurking and merging with the environment. Hardly body use to get what is important,...food. And be it the own partner! If the perfume were a painting, then probably the Mona Lisa. A smug and inscrutable smile with which one does not know until today what it has to mean. If one would refer the perfume to a person, then it would be the Femme Fatal. Her feminine magnetism more than aware. And also cold-blooded and unscrupulous willing to use it if necessary! But what am I talking about? It is actually just a perfume!? What "unfortunately" is no longer available. There was the perfume only a very short era. Most regrettable! But let me tell you. Sometimes it is perhaps better so. It would still collateral-feminine and unspeakable-beautiful damage today! Oh Diego,......what did you think now thereby...?

Oh,..that reminds me!
If the perfume would be an opera, then this.... certainly
Insanely beautiful...!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygZikaF_zDs

Hey darling...
Look at my lips when you are afraid. Follow them in the sound when I speak the words. Follow the rhythm of their melody when the fear and worry spreads its wings over you. Or when the heavy darkness comes. Repeat after me!

Say it softly...!
As if you would be enclosed by filigree flowers of freesia. As delicate as clear-cold nectar. Words as purple as the lavender on which they fly. Carried by harsh winds on powdery-fine florality. Say it softly and quietly...!

Say it softly...!
As if the pollen of bitter sage would buzz around you. Misty,floating,dusty-soft and iris like. Your face so flawless and white as a flower. Look at me and say it softly...!

Say it out loud and so full of deep honesty...!
When it throws itself over you. The veil of resinous green myrrh. When fears are carried away on tears,filled with the peaceful and protective smoke. Say it,...and look at me while saying it. Follow my lips and linger a moment in fearlessness or better yet, invulnerability. Repeat the mantra, which is protectively wrapped around you like an everlasting spell. Like an endless embrace. No more worries, no more fears and paralyzing anxiety. And so say the words aloud and full of silence!

I-DON'T-FEAR...!

Conclusion
Frankincense,..I know nothing what works more effectively against fears! It works like a barrier against worries and dark thoughts. Who does not know it, that feeling in the morning? This feeling in the stomach area which tells you... "Take care of yourself,...something dark will cross your path today!" I personally reach on these certain days instinctively to an incense perfume. And this certainly not without reason. Whether it helps is put there?

Purple Mantra
Delicate freesias open the perfume. A touch of filigree,cool crystalline flowers and nectar settles on the skin. Not too long. Spicy notes are gradually added. Tart,herbaceous lavender pervades the perfume. Flanked by herbs of spicy bitter clary sage. Iris underpins and dampens with misty soft tenderness. Transparency and lightness pervade the perfume before being touched by various resins. A resinous, green-warm myrrh binds the fragrance. Before it is finally enclosed by sweet-smoky incense. Almost as if it wants to embrace everything and hold it peacefully. Not at all sacred or ecclesiastical...! Purple Mantra is like a recurring spell that accompanies you all day
accompanies and surrounds one with olfactory protection. Not loud or intrusive. But it whispers the whole day. Do not be afraid,..of whatever!?

What is my mantra?
- DO NOT BE AFRAID. IT'S JUST A CHAPTER.
NOT THE WHOLE STORY!!! -

What is yours...?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHUAUY3QnEE

And so Nefer-Tem emerged from the lake. The primordial lake in which he was once born. His skin blue-violet and iridescent like mother-of-pearl. On his head the crown of blossoming lotus. His wet body covered with the same wet petals. He was called to help and heal. To make whole what threatened to break and die. His power was the anointing of oils, aromas and fragrances. And so, in the light of the setting sun, he went into the temple of all the deities. Anubis and Osiris were already waiting for him and led the way into the hall of the gods. His feet, ankles and calves turned orange-yellow on the way there due to the bitter, dull saffron that covered the floor like a soft carpet. Cats came in droves. Gradually more and more of them circled around him. His mother Bastet was not too far away. He could already smell her. Her animalistic, moist, warm and pungent scent permeated the corridors. He was suckled with the holiest civet. He would never forget her scent!

She was already waiting in the chamber of the sun. She wore her face of cats. She stood behind the dying Raa and held up his golden head, that he might see Nefer-Tem and his gift to him. The gift Nefer-Tem brought was a bouquet of blossoming lotus flowers dripping with nectar. They shimmered in the deepest blue-violet and their calyxes were so wide open that they seemed to sing. And they did. Not in notes or tones. Only through the scent they exuded. It was the melody of aromas and scents that Raa inhaled as Nefer-Tem placed the magnificent bouquet on his chest.

Nefer-Tem plucked another lotus from the bouquet and placed it on the dying Raa's only eye. Before he died and to alleviate his suffering. And so Raa died. And his immortal soul was carried away. Begged on the softest, most flower-like and gentle musk. And so Raa's immortal soul flew towards the sun on the wings of the lotus. Gentle and full of powdery-soft florality...

Conclusion
Lotus,...so infinitely precious!
More expensive than many an oud. Almost priceless in its purest form and essence. So watery-pure and delicate. Yet so heavy and numbing. Taken on its own, the scent of lotus is already brutally beautiful. In the right combination with various other fragrances, it can be like a drug. Marcus R. McCoy must have done it! You have to be a bit mad to do it. He seems to be! The flower of flowers was not the rose. No,...it was the lotus! Nefertum's Flower is an homage to Nefer-Tem himself. The god of ointments, anointing oils, aromas and perfumes. The opening may be bitter, dull and pungent, made of saffron and humid-hay civet. But it soon sorts itself out. The lotus opens watery and moist. The soft, delicate petals unfurl timidly and shyly. Nectar of powdery-sweet dust fills the air. Carried by buttery and creamy musk that seems to become ever softer. A floral heaviness pervades the perfume. Boundaries are broken. Of flowers, animals and humanity itself. Immortality seems to be looking at you. At least that's how it seems to me! Flowers can be like predators. All that distinguishes them is the way they hunt. The lotus masters them. But it doesn't eat flesh. Lotus eats the soul...

Nefertum,...we all worship the same god here. Or...

Thank you dear B. for a little piece of heaven.
Give me a hug...!