ChrisG86

One thing first: Pegasus is a beautiful and pleasantly sweet scent. I understand he has a large fan base. But after several tests I have to distance myself from him as a buying candidate.

I've already tested the most popular Marlys. These include Herod, Layton, Layton ex, Pegasus ex and Pegasus. I didn't like any of them. Yes, there are a number of others, but they either sound even sweeter or the scent pyramid does not appeal to me. So because I like almond and lavender, I bet everything on one horse: Pegasus.

A few days ago I visited a well-assorted perfumery in Düsseldorf, which carries PdM among others. Of course with a fashionable mask, so that I remain anonymous, I entered the shop. Arriving at the perfume department I stopped in front of a big sign and read the Corona rules for entering the sales area. The whole area was almost closed off like a small enclosure where the salesmen romped around like rabbits. BtW: They can't help it. A nice saleswoman gave me a dose of Pegasus.

Back in the open air I sniffed my arm with Pegasus (i.e. the scent). (Note to me: If I read the previous sentence like this, one could think I had expanded my consciousness).

At first I find the fragrance very exclusive and noble. It seems very extraordinary and cool. It certainly owes this to the almond. Simply well even. But after a while it takes a sweet and ordinary direction. Thus it remains nothing special for me and is not worth the money. I like medium sweet scents, even if they are extraordinary. Unfortunately, Pegasus is not. There are much cheaper sweet representatives there, and they smell even more extraordinary. However, the shelf life is positive, which I feared after some experiences from this forum at the beginning was not good. Lasts a good 8 hours, even if only very close. Sillage is also quite ok. But it is rather a reserved fellow, the Pegasus.

When I think of Pegasus, I immediately think of the winged, large, magnificent and strong horse from Greek mythology on which Perseus rides and goes into battle. Pegasus, the scent, is unfortunately rather a small sweet pony, which has wings painted on its back. Cute (I abhor cruelty to animals). Pegasus remains my little pony.

I will now give up on the Marlys and devote myself to other calibres.

In this sense, a triple flap of wings: Hüa, Hüa, Hüa.

Peace!

Darkness. Rain. Shadows on the streets.

Allow me. Thomas McFord, private investigator.

For days I've been holed up in my little dark office in Chicago. An occasional glance through the windows, which were darkened by blinds, was my only contact to the outside world. Now and then I saw people walking across the street like passing shadows. The light from the lanterns and car headlights reflected on the rainy paths. In my gloomy office I could no longer distinguish between day and night. The smell of darkness was in the air. It smelled strongly of exotic spices, even oriental. Was it my coat that gave off this smell? Probably, because a few days ago I visited an old friend in the Orient quarter not far from here. He runs a grocery store there with a wide selection of oriental spices. Anyway

Actually, after my last assignment I wanted to take a vacation with my wife Jessica. See something different. For too long I'd been neglecting our marriage. My job was too important to me. And now she's gone. I don't blame her. She's gone to live with her mother for now. She must have left sometime while I was at work. In a farewell letter she told me that she had imagined our marriage differently and that she couldn't bear to look me in the eye to say goodbye. She took her belongings from our apartment. The only thing I had left of her was a scarf hanging from my wardrobe in the office. She must have left it here on her last visit months ago. It had a faint smell of patchouli. She always put some of the oil on her clothes.
A last memento of a person who became a stranger to me a long time ago.

On top of that, Betty, my longtime assistant, had quit. She had found a better position. Her desk in the anteroom had been cleared out. I could still detect the powdery scent of her make-up. Betty always set great store by a neat appearance.

You might think of me as leading a lonely and dreary life. But why don't I feel that way myself?

This morning, it must have been about 7:00, someone knocked on my office door. "Come in," I said.
A young lady in a beige coat and sunglasses came in. She was wearing black high heels. She wore a black collar. Her hair was black as the night and short to the neck.

I asked what I could do for her. She said she was looking for an old friend who'd been missing for weeks. She needs the help of a detective.
When she took off her glasses I was captivated by her gaze. She was beautiful.
"You should go to the police, sweetheart," I said, not letting myself think that I had briefly faint at the sight of them. She replied that she had already been there. But they could not help her. "All right," she said. I took off her coat and suddenly a beguiling scent of roses surrounded me. Such magic. The sweetness of vanilla was added to it. How tempting. With every move, she scented my office.
Under her coat she wore a tight red dress, which perfectly set off her fabulous figure. Everything about her was incredibly attractive to me

"Please, just sit down and tell me what happened," I said

I sat down behind my desk, closed my eyes and while I listened to the beautiful stranger, I heard all these smells in the air, which merged into a harmonious unity and illuminated the room at once.

The End...
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When scents fire the imagination.

See you soon.

Peace!

From the beginning.

I discovered Reflection Man (RM) while searching for an alternative to JPG Le Male. I like the sailor a lot, but wanted to wear a fragrance that would stand out from the crowd. In various forums and reviews I then read about RM. This one should have similarity to Le Male.

Insanely curious about the scent, one day I went to a well-assorted perfumery that had the scent in stock. Excited and full of expectation I applied it to my skin and let the magic work. It was good, but did not enchant me directly. I saw only the remotest resemblance to Le Male. It hadn't been enough to buy it at that time. Still, the scent did not let go of me

A little later I tested it again. And then - it must have been about 3 years ago - I recognized its outstanding purity and quality. It didn't take long and he became a part of my collection.

Now what does my comment have to do with the title?

Occasionally I like to read books. When I recently felt like reading a good book again, I rummaged through my small modest collection. I let my gaze wander over the titles until my attention fell on a book with shiny silver writing in black cover. It was the book "The Portrait of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde. I took it out and read the first pages. I already know the contents of the book, as I had read it before. It is about a rich, immaculate and young man named Dorian Gray who, when he becomes aware of his outward appearance, changes into a cruel human being.

- I must make it clear that I see no similarities whatsoever between RM and the Dorian Gray he becomes in the course of history. At this point, I will also refrain from giving essential details about the content in case someone else wants to read the book. -

When I read a book, I like to imagine the scenes. So I imagine how the main character looks like, how the voices sound and which scent Dorian Gray is wearing. Dorian Gray, despite his wealth and appearance at the beginning of the story, is a modest, friendly and charming beauty. Reflection Man radiates this very much for me: Pure, beautiful and yet modest. A fragrance that envelops the wearer in a wonderful aura without wanting to seduce.

In the course of the novel the protagonist develops into a bad and unscrupulous man. I imagined how the scent of Dorian Gray changed with his change of character: when he was modest and polite at first, he smelled like Reflection Man to me. But as he develops into a cruel and sinful man, it is a foul stench that surrounds him. Far from the glory of Reflection Man.

RM embodies for me the good in Dorian Gray before he became the monster. In terms of reality, he represents for me the good in people. He does not automatically make the wearer a good person.
But he takes him to task, holds up the "mirror" to him - in the true sense of the word - and asks him what kind of person you want to be in this life.

By the way: RM is not one of those "bad-boy scents" or "panty-droppers" that are said to have a certain effect on the female sex.

It floats in other spheres.

In this sense:

Peace!

...zzz zzzz. Off to Lummerland.

Performance of the new sailor - I mean captain - is great. Lasts forever and so plays in the highest league. Flacon? Man, look at that body. Even an experienced captain in his old age apparently has abs like one of the young sailors. Hats off.

The smell? I don't know how to begin OK, I'll give it a try: Well, the smell is not bad, but it is...oh one sheep, two sheep, oh another sheep, funny, another sheep, sweet sheep...zzz. In short, kind of boring.

Sillage is also good by the way.

One could therefore say in summary:

If only this performance had been put into the original, you would have a 67 Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500 with the durability of a Mercedes and the power of a Bugatti Veyron.

I wish they had made the original so durable

Peace!

...Well, those are exactly the words you don't want to hear when you're torn by a perfume.

TF's perfumes provoke and polarize. But this is also desired. Every creation by TF has its own character, which makes the wearer something special. And not only in a positive sense.

While trying the TF perfumes my olfactory bulb stumbled over tobacco vanilla again and again. I wanted him to please me, but at the end of the day I was always undecided whether he was a candidate for me. Too pushy, too sweet, too special. Something was always bothering me. Many months later I reapplied it and suddenly it seemed as if I liked it after all. Had my sense of smell become tobacco-vanilised? Still not sure if it was for me, I had to change my mind. So it happened that one day I let another person sniff it: My wife's. I could always test the fragrance in a well-known fragrance house after work. I often stayed there.

On the way home - we worked in the same city - I held out my sprayed arm to my wife, excited like a little boy and full of pride: "You smell like an ashtray", were her words. Disillusionment set in. You want me to smell like an ashtray? Thank you for the image you conjured up in my head. Disappointed by my wife's reaction, I did not want to give up hope. Eventually, I, too, had changed my mind about the scent. A few weeks later I went back to the perfumery and tested TV again. Again I held my wife's arm out: "You smell like mulled wine". What? Now also mulled wine? The problem with that is that ever since then I always think I can actually smell mulled wine. I had never bought TV. Maybe because now I have these pictures of mulled wine and ashtrays in my head. 1-2 years passed. A few weeks ago I tried TV again. The lady in the perfumery sprayed TV generously (7-9 sprays) on my arm with a 100 ml bottle. I just thought that I couldn't get the stuff off my arm and it would eat through my arm. But it was bearable. Strangely bearable, despite the quantity. This time I loved the smell and I realized that I want to have it. There was no smell of an ashtray or mulled wine. The images in my head of mulled wine seemed to have disappeared. But it was something else that bothered me. The durability was frighteningly bad. After a good hour, TV could only be smelled up close. Could that be? The smell that is supposed to last forever? In 90% of all comments you can read that TV should have a very good durability. Finally, after all these years, I started to like the scent and now it won't last much longer? Did I just get a bad tester? You hear and read about reformulations from time to time. But could that be?

One thing is certain for me: I like the scent very much and I will test it again soon. After all, it is a potential candidate for purchase. And since it's my birthday soon and the golden donkey "family" wants to give in to his need again and give me a present on that day, it could actually end up in the shopping cart this time, as long as I'm not disappointed by the shelf life in the final test.

Only one question remains: What will I tell my wife when she asks me why I smell like mulled wine in October?

Peace!

PS: Was really excited while writing^^ My first commi. But was there with maximum effort.