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She hadn't opened it for a long time. Didn't even know she still had it, her old makeup box. But at the time she forgot so much.
It actually smelled exactly the same. The uproarious scent brought back memories she had long believed lost. Her red lipstick, her trademark back then. When did she stop wearing red lips? The dense, opulent smell of her face powder. Her flawless skin with the few lost freckles under her eyes.
She had been beautiful. You could still see that in her eyes, even though her lips were now pinched and her eyes hidden under wrinkles. Smile lines. She liked to laugh. She still liked to laugh.
She had bought a pair of suede gloves from her first salary and then proudly wore them. I wonder where the gloves landed They had been black, like Audrey's in Breakfast at Tiffany's, she remembered. Because she had loved and worshipped Audrey. Was she alive?
She blinked and inhaled the powder scent again. She had smoked then, she remembered, when it was not yet dangerous, with her filigree fingers in Audrey's expensive suede gloves and a porcelain cigarette holder. There had been smoking everywhere and it had been smoky in the houses at that time. The light softer because it fell through the veil of smoke. Now it was colder, the light. Much was colder now. Sterile. Except for the climate, which got warmer.
She suddenly remembered so much. So many faces that haven't been seen in a long time.
She remembered Shalimar. Her scent. Would she still like him now?
She hadn't smelled him in the streets in a long time. He probably didn't fit so well into today's world anymore, she thought, where so much is better and yet much worse. But he's still beautiful, Shalimar, so beautiful.

The spirits divide over liquorice, the spirits divide over a liquorice scent as well.
Edinburgh.
Above the town there is an ancient fortress and in the street there is a brewery. The scent of malt, yeast and barley spreads over the city. I go for a walk and wherever I go it smells like bread and dark beer. Mmmmh. Jeux de Peau reminds me of my time in Edinburgh, whose scent has burned itself into me, whom I have learned to love.

What do many people find so disgusting about the scent? He smells quite tame, a brewery and some brine, a little warm milk... I like Jeux de Peau. It is not a pompous, sticky scent of flowers, but something completely different. We humans are not flowers, because it is strange that we constantly try to smell them...

What the key question is: Does a perfume need flowers and blossoms & does a perfume need musk? I remember a rather unpleasant bus ride, an experience that many people probably know in a similar form: A somewhat older lady with a lot of thunder is sitting next to me and a cloud of sweet rose-amber-something is wafting around her. The air stays away from me, but unfortunately it blocks the escape route. All right, be brave, hang in there.
The perfume was, of course, heavily overdosed, as if to conceal the dark secret - "I'm sorry, dear dog rose, we can't be together any longer! I'm not really a flowering shrub, I'm a human being!" Separation, drama, tears
In my fantasy the woman is apparently associated with a dog rose... D but seriously, that's how such an over-fragrancing with flowers affects me.

I like the smell of skin. Skin smells nice. (All who have babies and / or beloved partners can certainly confirm this).
Do you always have to be able to perceive a perfume as such?
I would argue that Jeux de Peau is not trying to do exactly that. It's coming the other way. Intensify skin odour & highlight different aspects of it.
Whether you like it is another matter.
Whether it succeeded, also.

For me, wearing Jeux de Peau means wearing the scent of the city. When I close my eyes, I see them in front of me. The brewery, the asphalted streets, the warm dust on the sidewalks, the smell of the bakeries, bread, Danish Danish pastries, old bricks in the sun, salt liquorice, hot milk from the cafés... warm skin?

Delicious bitter notes, very gently rounded off by sweet milk. The salty liquorice brings the tension. It doesn't smell like skin to me, I don't think Lutens & Sheldrake wanted to try it either, but the fragrance is composed of notes that I feel come from a similar fragrance category to skin. Maybe that's why the "Jeux" in the name, the gimmicks.

I have my problems with orange blossom in perfume. I always smell bubble gum - and then the whole fragrance smells irretrievably like bubble gum to me, no matter what else is in it. And bubble gum smell I do not like as a perfume, so the fragrance is not wearable for me.
Who else is actually like that? Am I a freak in the respect? That would interest me times.
Or maybe chewing gum is secretly flavored with orange blossom flavoring? And that's why it smells like that to me? Is it like with prussic acid that not everyone can smell that - genetically conditioned?
On a side note, I love orange blossom! Really! In natura there is almost nothing more beautiful to smell than fully bloomed orange blossoms. But perfume is then somehow not quite real.

TO THE SENTENCE:
This fragrance also smells for me strongly of bubble gum, but this time refined with marzipan, almonds and sweet bepuderzuckerten fluffy sponge cake.
Normally I would have washed off anything with the bubblegum note immediately, but the Guerlain is just so well composed in terms of craftsmanship that I kind of hesitate. It is still harmonious and just fits. The fragrance is allowed to stay. All afternoon a cloud of cake then whispers around me. It reminds me of the feeling when you blow on a cake with powdered sugar and then have all the sweet dust afterwards in the nose. And from further away, I also no longer smell the gum, fortunately.
After about five hours, the orange blossom note is also gone and what remains is a lovely vanilla musk sandal, very creamy-warm and beautiful.

A very pretty scent, very comforting and has something childishly vulnerable about it. Very sweet, for me a gourmand. Sillage I find already quite large, the fragrance is rather what to go out.
Would be too sweet for me overall, such a sweetness I always feel as childish-naïve, lolitahaft.
The base note isolated I would absolutely wear, the rest is too much of the gum and sugar.
Because of the cake association, I would pack the fragrance in late summer, autumn or winter (as a cozy feel-good warmth fragrance), in any case only in the afternoon, when the sun is slowly setting, in the evening or night.

I wrap myself in a coat of bitter leaf green.
I'm poisonous, just stays away from me.
Anybody you want to harm me.
Anybody you want to talk me down.
I'm stronger.
You can yell at me, you can tell me 1000 times "you can't do it, you can't do it, don't try it at all", you can dress in wrong care to 'care' for me, the poor little plant that can't do anything, you can say 1000 times "let me take care of your life for you, as long as you obey me, it'll be okay", with the wrong smile on your face, I don't believe you anymore.
You won't get through my protective aura, which smells like poisonous plants.
I'm more. I'm not yours. I belong to myself. My life belongs to me.
You can't hurt me.
You can't hurt me.
I'm not a poor plant. No weak instinct.
I am the rose in the middle of the Johanisberry hedge.
I am protected by the hedge that has thorns.
You'll cut yourself if you get too close. You'll poison yourself if the thorns prick you.
There's nothing more you can do to me.
Today I am stronger.
I'm no longer the little child who can't fight back
That you can do anything for that you can push around with impunity.
I have become more.
There's nothing more you can do to me. No matter how hard you try.
There's the protective aura you can't get through.
I am the rose amidst the hedge of thorns.
There's nothing more you can do to me.


No fragrance twin to "Luna" Penhaligon's, this is a bright rose blossom fragrance with lemon.
L'Ombre Dans L'Eau is a green-herbal, bitter-plant Johanis berry scent.

As already with Cuir Beluga, the indicated scent twin, I smell right at the beginning something, which I can describe only provisionally as very prominent "veterinary practice note".
Anyone who's got a pet knows what I mean. This particular, very, very unique smell that prevails in veterinary practices. Medically somehow, huige ethereal oils, ointment-like... What the hell is this? And where does that come from? Is this the interplay of suede & vanilla?
I find the note extremely irritating both here and there.

Then, however, it starts. Bitter Sweet lives up to its name and it begins to develop very strangely on me. I have a feeling something's going really bad right now. Notes such as tar or musty water emerge very prominently. Something acidic like an ancient puddle in the laundry room. Chemical-synthetic like the smell of a building site or electricity.
I also find the sour-bitter-modern notes very irritating. I blame the pepper for that.
This strange interlude lasts about 10 minutes.

Then it will be really nice!
Then finally the creamy, flattering vanilla comes out, soft, tender.
Powder-sweet, almost buttery flowers float on it. That's how the scent should have been from the beginning. Mmmmh! Now it's even more beautiful than the Cuir Beluga, I think. The vanilla is not sweet, not gourmandig, rather orchid-like-blooded in the float held by tender suede.

CONCLUSION
The top note smells like in the veterinary practice. Hmm. The transition to the heart note is sour-bitter, the pepper has a strong disturbing effect. But once you've overcome the two stadiums, it becomes beautifully velvety vanilla beautiful. Similarity to Cuir Beluga is clear, but CB seems somehow more balanced, and it has mandarin, which I love very much. Bitter Sweet, on the other hand, has the (for me) more beautiful heart note, somewhat more flowery, sweeter & less alcoholic-thin (due to the additional jasmine). Both fragrances are nevertheless individual. Bitter Sweet also has the better sillage, I think, the one from CB I find very weak & thin turned out.

For me personally, however, Cuir Beluga probably wins, since it simply does not have the stage of unpleasant notes.

Oh! And what I also noticed by chance: on warm skin the scent is much better (creamy vanilla-sweet) than on cold skin (horrible acid-modern notes, chemical, only a hint of subtle vanilla).
Maybe vanilla simply needs a certain amount of skin warmth to develop its fragrance.