Centifolias

I would like to share two experiences with this fragrance with you. To describe him in general is very difficult, because he actually develops so individually on each skin as hardly any other, however, typical for all Mugler. They always polarize. Wonderful on one skin, terrible on the next. The chemistry just has to fit.
At a Mugler event years ago, my daughter fell in love with Aura. Wonderful on her, too extreme on me, even though I love smelling it on her.
I abhorred until that time Mugler overall, too intrusive, too artificial.
The lady at the presentation didn't understand my dislike, of course, and said, but you're the classic alien woman.
I laughed, Alien was the last perfume I could imagine myself wearing. It could fill entire halls with its sillage. I'd rather be naked then, with no scent at all. That's exactly what I told her.
I should give him just a little chance, was her request. I let myself in, following what I had learned as a child from my parents, first taste, then judge...
And so I got a tiny spray of the EDP on my wrist. The start was much fresher than expected. Then came
Jasmine, first pure and clear and some time later quite soft, the wood grounded the flowers. As if by a warm summer rain they are now on the ground in the fresh bark wood.
And then the sun comes and shines on it, the moisture evaporates and now the flowers radiate with full force their warm fragrance. Now ambergris also comes into play. In the process, an incredible energy is released. Like the sun of a late summer day or the first sun of spring. That's how I felt it and was thrilled. This combination at the end of the fragrance pyramid, gentle jasmine flowers, woody coated and mixed with amber.
It smelled wonderful on me.
I walked back to the stall and complimented the saleswoman.
She grinned and said only: "I said yet the classic Alien woman, I see the person and know which fragrance of Mugler fits"
Alien and Aura thus moved home with us.
Alien became my companion, not every day, but every day I wish I had that energy and strength he exudes. As fragile as you feel some days, like a delicate little jasmine blossom that can then unfold its fragrance so powerfully. And the extraordinary thing with me is that Alien stays close to the body. About an hour after spraying it on, only people who are allowed to be close to me perceive it. Very untypical for this perfume. But I myself smell it still for days in scarves or sweaters.

So when I need a refill and visit a perfumery we all know, unerringly reach for the big bottle of Alien, the saleswoman asks me if I want to give the fragrance away. I say, "no, it's for me." Her horror is written all over her
Face. "A woman like her and this ..how should I say...this extreme perfume..no, that doesn't fit at all, there are much nicer ones..may I show you something else"?
I'm angry, but too well behaved to show it.
I hold out my arm to her and say sugary sweet, "what do you think of this perfume"?
She sniffs and beams, "Wonderfully floral and very classy. It suits you, what is it?"
"Alien," I say, "because I'm an alien woman."
Feeling victorious, I leave her standing with her mouth open
Mouth to walk towards the cash register with my bottle.
And if she didn't die, I'm sure she's still alive today with her mouth open in amazement.

I got to know the scent when it wasn't long on the market.
The saleswoman raved about it and called it a masterpiece of perfume art. She sprayed it on me. I didn't think it was bad, but it wasn't good enough for the price (and at that time I was just starting to take an interest in niche fragrances, so Creed was still unknown to me). He smelled indefinable to me, nice, but that's all he smelled.
Since my visit to the perfumery was during the lunch break, I went back to work afterwards.
My colleague found him penetrating.
I got a bad headache after 1 hour, I suspected the smell and washed it off, but it stuck like glue.
Creed was through with that for me: Association penetrance, headache and much too strong. Manifest in my head.
So whenever in the future a saleswoman wanted to show me a Creed fragrance, I waved it off. No, thanks
Today I know I was actually still too young and immature for this perfume.
Although it was conceived for the wedding and a certain degree of maturity is required of women who choose a bond for life, I believe that this fragrance is not perceived as it is under 40.
I was in my mid-30s and even though I had been married for a long time, had children and felt very grown up, it wasn't me. Still unfinished and no maturity for Love in White.
When do you grow up? We learn anew every day.

Yesterday I ran into the scent again. I was in the little niche perfumery and the salesgirl was wearing it. Without knowing what it was, I told her she would smell wonderful and asked what it was.
She said creed love in white and I didn't want to believe it. And it was right back to my defense. My brain reported: Attention, headaches...penetrating...
But my belly reported: wonderful, tender-blooded, innocent, airy, powdery, very fine with a hint of freshly grated orange peel. Very natural and absolutely accurate. I didn't even feel it chemically or artificially.
I dared to be sprayed with this scent and went out into the cold.
It got better and better, so delicate the flowers, so lively the orange and so cuddly the milky base for me. So balanced and unlike any scent I've ever tasted.
I remembered almost 15 years ago. To the words of the saleswoman, who was about the middle of her 50s: "A masterpiece"
Yes, now I smelled this masterpiece too. And I realized how much time has passed since then. And what's changed.
In my present life, hardly anything is the same as it was then.
Strokes of fate, changes.
But I have become more mature and adult, more adult also for Creed love in white.
Arriving at home, he had developed to a dreamlike beauty and close to his body, but still very present with a light, completely sufficient sillage.
Like when you sprinkle the flowers on the bride and groom...

I went back to town and bought him.
I couldn't help it, despite the price, which was halfway bearable at 30 percent.

And I've been enjoying it all day. I guess I grew up more than I did then.
I guess we never will...

What a fragrance. When I met him a few days ago, it was love at first sight.
Actually, I went to the perfumery, um
i've read some wonderful things about you and need to try you out" list to sniff out. You all know it.
I brought time with me, because I was looking forward to at least an hour full of scents and dreams, out of everyday life. Outside rain and wind, the hectic big city and then briefly dive into the noblest perfumery of the city. There calm, a large scented candle of Dyptique vanilla burns and a friendly and noble lady takes the umbrella off me. I deliberately say lady, since I definitely prefer more mature saleswomen in the beauty sector.
"May I get you an espresso," which asks her, "what can I do for you?" Not that you think I dressed nobly or performed in a business look. No, jeans and soft shell jacket, cougar sneakers.
I'll have an espresso. It tastes wonderful.
And then I show her my test list.
"But they have set themselves a lot of goals, I suggest 3, a nose can't do more".
So I'm thinking about which three of the list get priority.
Whether it was the candle or the weather and the cosy warmth there or the espresso, but at the moment it's clear to me that I want vanilla.
In the price segments of this perfumery there are no sweet sticky vanilla fragrances. Nevertheless, I mention that vanilla must be special and not too sweet. But it should also be somehow lively.
Soothing, like wellness and sauna.
When it smells so soft and wonderful.
I don't care about my list now. I want vanilla.
She smiles, pulls out dulcis in fundo, sprays it on a white feather and waves it around.
It happened to me. Right away.
No, I don't smell cake or cookies or tart or pudding.
It does not smell gourmandig at all for me (I am probably the only one here). It smells of orange, mandarin and vanilla but in the same way as many an infusion in the sauna. The dominant orange at the beginning says goodbye quite quickly and there remains such a beautiful touch of her back now overlaid by one of the best vanilla I have ever smelt.

Now you might wonder if you like the smell of sauna?
Yeah, I like that!
For me it associates well-being and relaxation. Warmth.
This perfume relaxes, wraps you in a cuddly fragrant towel, which you can still find at
I found a spout in the sauna.
I like this scent very much.
I bought a little bottle. Handbag size for a lot of money.
The nice lady sprayed me to the
I had to finish it all over again and so neither the rain nor the wind outside nor anything bothered me.
I was warm and comfortably wrapped up.
Even though my visit there was much too short and my list still has to wait, but after this love at first sight, it would have seemed like a betrayal to me to test more fragrances.
There's time.
By the way, without knowing where it came from,
my sweetheart asked me in the evening when we would go to the sauna again.
I knew why he asked that ...

I love this fragrance when it slowly gets cooler, twilight comes sooner and you smell autumn.
That's how sexy Amber smells to me. After autumn, after cool wind, after a soft blanket or a Kashmir scarf.
It develops like powder, like a second skin. And that makes him sexy. Sexy in the sense of body-hugging.
I love him because he doesn't get sweet. Because he's a woman. And less is more emphasized.
Yeah, he's a little Chanel's Allure, but he's softer and closer. Tenderer.
I can't understand some of the reviews here. For me - even if slightly synthetic - one of the most beautiful fragrances. Its synthetics are reminiscent of soap, but of a very noble one which, lying in its silver bowl on the wash basin, smells so good that you can smell it all over the bathroom.
I don't take amber, jasmine, sandalwood. What I smell is the perfect mixture of the individual components, fused into a powdery noble breath that turns a woman into a noble lady.
The kind of lady who's sexy even though she's wearing high-necked. Or weil
wearing them high-necked.
It develops only in the sense that it gets closer and closer. Until it unites with the skin. The scent remains the same. No head, heart or base note.
But when it gets warmer, it comes out again and reports louder but never pushy.
He reacts with body heat. His creator knew this and therefore gave him the nickname sexy.
Thank you Mr. Kors, a great fragrance.
For every day as well as for all our special moments when we feel sexy.

This fragrance ensures that you can still smell good even at the highest temperatures. It gives a cool almost unapproachable freshness, remains dry at all times, lemony metallic. This mixture is almost impossible to describe.
White flowers join them after some time, as if the wind blows through a jasmine bush. However, these remain in the background and do not manage to transform the freshness into floridity. They make the scent softer, but the coolness remains.
And Cristalle eau verte remains. Clear and pure and yet a typical Chanel with an almost endless shelf life.
The bottle as classic, clear and pure as
the scent. But not pure in the sense of fresh laundry. Pure in the sense of "to be pure", to see clearly.
With him, Chanel has created a composition that cannot be compared to anything else.
That's how he is. It protects against high temperatures, like a cool breeze. And he clears his head.
Not a day without him in summer