Caroeny

Weird title? Yeah, kind of. The Grand Soir is so not omahaft. Still, it reminds me of my dear Grandma Agnes. She was such a great, sweet grandma. As she is in the book, no one could bake or cook like her. And what could be better than sitting under her lilac tree in the summer and chatting with her. She always had advice and sometimes it didn't need any words to be at home with her. Now she had a passion: amber, she loved it. And at first I really didn't know what to do with it. The older I got, the more I understood her passion. Amber is warmth and security enclosed in the most beautiful form. Anyone who has ever held an amber up to the light will understand its fascination. Flooded with light it shows how unique it is. Soon pieces of jewellery with amber moved in with me. And at some point she gave me an amber from herself. I wore it for years until it was unfortunately lost. Grandma also died shortly after Christmas and for a long time I withdrew from amber. And then Grand Soir moved in, warm, unique, liquid gold, no liquid amber. And suddenly a scent gave me strength, warmth, security and I sit with Grandma under the lilac tree watching the light break through the amber. All is right with the world. At least for a moment.

I've been looking for it for a long time. The one, my fragrance. Which accompanies me and may always be at my side. On the way I have encountered many fragrances, some were allowed to stay longer, the others were rather a short liaison. And honestly, I had already given up looking for him. Through an incredibly dear perfumer I was allowed to test Cuir Beluga, and immediately it was clear: this is it! This is my signature scent. He may accompany me from now on.
For many he may simply be a vanilla fragrance, for me he is so much more. An explosion of vanilla, strawflower, tangerine and suede. So soft, so spicy and so damn incredibly sexy yet so understated.
The purest fragrance seduction, without pushing itself into the limelight with flashy components.
I will treasure and cherish every drop of this magical elixir.
Thank you for this fragrance!

I've always been prone to really fat bronchitis. Cold? Bingo, add bronchitis to the mix. My dear mum still tells me today that I was given Mucusolvan by the bottle as a child. Why am I telling you this? Because Flowerbomb Nectar actually reminds me a bit of it. Pappsweet and yet somehow bitter. We're not talking about the yummy Mucusolvan juice you can get today, berry flavored or anything. Nah, the good old fashioned kind. Which was so nice and sweet per se, and a little bitter in the aftermath. I still think Flowerbomb Nectar is really nice. I don't recognize individual scents, unfortunately. Fruity sweet it is, a nice sweetness though. If not in excess, you should be careful. Then it actually develops very nice fruity and vanilla. The bitterness probably comes from the gunpowder. And honestly? That's what makes it round and extraordinary. So if you're into slightly different fruity sweet scents, go ahead and give it a try. All others will perhaps in the next cold season more or less acquaintance with its medicinal relative make.

Actually, I did not want him at all...
And that's even true. My goal was to make the new Carolina Herrera my own, but my nice companion tested La Belle, and from that moment I got the sweet pear scent just no longer from the nose. So it came as it had to come, at the checkout the Carolina Herrera was spontaneously exchanged for La Belle. Blissfully I carried my newest acquisition home, and of course it had to be tested immediately (immediately is relative, because I actually struggled with the can, and in the end even used a can opener to get to it. May I be forgiven ). The incredibly sweet pear actually slays you at first, but then makes way for a vanilla seduction of a special kind. In fact, La Belle is one of the few scents that keeps changing on me, and it does. And how! Like I'm being pulled deeper and deeper into darker, more sensual and velvety depths. The pear lingers in the background and a smoky and woody vanilla dominates at the end. What an incredibly great impulse buy.
La Belle was my first Jean Paul Gaultier. But not my last.

What mother doesn't know this? In the past, you were sexy, wicked and up for any kind of fun. The spouse got gasps at the mere thought of a night together, and the hot shoes and clothes were not just condemned to a life in the closet as moth catchers. Today, the sweetheart gets gasps at the thought of a full diaper, and talks his way out of changing it better than any politician in a bribery scandal.
And honestly, who of us has not already crept out of the nursery of the offspring and prayed that it notices nothing and sleeps peacefully on!
I am no exception, and I confess: something called me when I saw Maitresse. Maybe because it promised to give me back some sex appeal or because perfume doesn't frustrate when size 38 around the hips doesn't fit after all. So when Maitresse was marked down to 20 euros, my hour had come. Juhuu should I feel like a goddess in black lace again? He moved in with me, and the first thing I was disappointed. He is not special. Wicked? Not really. But it's nice and sweet and powdery. It's floral and wraps me in a sensual aura. I actually smell the suede out very well, and reminds me of how the perfume used to list on my leather jacket. It doesn't make a goddess out of me, but makes me forget about everyday life, it lets me know " hey, you may not be that wicked crazy thing anymore, but you're special. Be proud, carry your head high and feel with only your senses ". And when I wear it, I feel good, loved, and a little bit ready for infamy. Provided I can sneak out of the nursery ;-)