Elbchen

Honestly, I found nothing suitable.
Sure, I could have written, purple the last attempt.
Back in the day, way back when rubber boots were still made of wood, older ladies dressed in purple robes to signal their ..let's say, sexual readiness that it's not all over yet.
Purple protects against pregnancy. Please do not take this seriously - could go nasty in the eye!
Purple or purple used to be the color of luxury, worn by those who could afford it, expensive just and purple is still considered the color of mourning or silence.
Purple has a calming, noble and invigorating effect.

Let's move on to amethyst.
I ran past for years, I knew nothing of its existence and by chance while clicking around here I found the fragrance. Fruity floral sounded good, the rest also and a bottling arrived quickly here.
And I spray so in front of me, and the first contact is wonderful. Berries. Summer berries.
A plate full of juicy berries. So sorbee fruit, not plump sweet, but aromatic. Memories of Grandma's garden come flooding back, when we kids were supposed to gather raspberries, blackberries and currants in little buckets and go back to the house scratched and with more in our mouths than in the bucket.
I expected the full blast, wanted it too, thought I was going to get it, but these berrylets were restrained, attractive and light.
The disappointment of not being in a sweet berry trough did make me pout a bit, I was expecting it differently. I actually already like it when the top note is a little more gaudy.
A floral gentle undertone mixes with the berry aroma, underlines the noble what I just wear on the skin.
It is soothingly beautiful, attractive, somewhat clean, minimally soapy and simply beautiful.
Vanilla I do not smell directly, but a clean musk. But the beautiful variety, not stuffy but airy swinging.
When my husband came home, and we hugged, he murmured in my ear:
Oh, it's really nice. You smell attractive, warm, clean and good.
Good is already a high distinction for my husband, good stands for can wear, can buy, can spray and I stay sitting next to you without looking at you reproachfully.
I bought the big bottle at a veritable ridiculous price, it smells more expensive than it is currently offered.
On the skin of my daughter, by the way, who finds him "nice" we both smell the fruit stronger, peppier and deeper. My skin is just different again, I know already.
That the fruits are as they are, without cheesy berry sweetness I now highly appreciate. He would otherwise no longer be what makes him.

Amethyst is one of my Stärkeduffte, in the office no one is flooded with an overdose, which is always wearable and envelops me, wafting around me for a good 5 hours and with him I like to go to bed. So a Seelenkuschler halt, one for days when you lock the world out, wants to be for himself and must.
I spray the quite generously, everything between 5-7 sprays I find successful, more works stabbing. 5-7 sprayers are my feel-good dose.

Ok one I still have:
the most beautiful breaks are purple -
yes life breaks, fade out, rest. Me.

On Friday finally arrived from the Wintersale our Radcliff from UK here, and at a fabulous price. And sample there was also, I wanted to test necessarily Halfeti Leather.
I love the first Halfeti very much, I do not wear it often, this is not a day fragrance that always goes - I find it already very special.

Halfeti Leather so.
Let's put ourselves in year between 1920 and 1930. A big international car race is coming up. At that time, the drivers still have so ne kind of leather hood instead of helmets worn, mostly leather jackets, coarse pants and of course had the shoes on. All drivers had to line up, there was no ranking like today, the drivers ran to the cars. Whoever sat and started first was already in a good position for a winning race.
Of course Penhaligon's Halfeti Leather was at the start, the leather seats were specially treated again to ensure a good fit, the wooden fittings were set in and polished to a high shine. Halfeti Leather went to the start, and while the station announcer is still shouting full of emotion into the microphone who all is already driving the first lap, Halfeti Leather has already secured a good place. The fresh citrus note in the race car forms a good prelude, the plum goes down a bit, but the top note can not hold long because in the airstream already the opulent spicy heart note claims the space for itself.
Penhaligon's Leather drives the race of his life, he passes Eau de riot, leaves Eau de top dog behind and drives lap after lap. Oud comes along and the woods, the other drivers have to make a pit stop to refuel or change the tires, but undeterred H.L. (abbreviated because speakers never have that much time) pulls his laps. It is already rumored that he has another fuel in the tank, because he drives unbraked even in curves daringly to the top. And there he stays, the voice of the announcer almost rolls over when he declares H.L. as the winner. The other drivers leave the track, the audience is full of euphoria to have witnessed such an experience, the stands are dismantled, more and more people leave the area while H.L. is still driving, and he drives the race of his life. For 18 hours. Well, then the pace was slowed down, the rider was no longer riding at full speed because he was alone on the track. After 20 hours, finally, the race was forcibly ended, the car driven to its capacity zuckelt with quiet töff töff sounds in the shower where it was put an end - not to my chagrin as I'm sorry to say.

The fragrance has not quite been able to win me over. He acts on my skin too tight, but compared to the normal Halfeti which is quite unisex I would not wear Halfeti as a woman. For me, Halfeti Leather doesn't have that special something that blossoms so enchantingly on the skin with the normal Halfeti. Of course: you do not want a rose, but the DNA of Halfeti you are certainly well served with H.L. although the leather note runs only subliminally in the fragrance, sometimes even beaten down by the opulence and density.
I find it already difficult to filter out at Halfeti fragrance notes, but at H.L. I have done me but extremely difficult, everything seems already quite well placed - but makes no great fragrance development through. So at least not on my skin. There's spice, wood and oud, with subtle nuances of course, but this one does its thing. Not my halfeti. The sillage is really unpredictably strong at first. I had a spritz on my neck, one on my wrists and the scent has abnormal longevity. When I had to follow a human need at night, Halfeti was still quite noticeable and that was after 12 hours. And it even waited for me (according to my imagination) in the bedroom! The longevity had some annoyance potential which I'm sure was due to the fact that I didn't get to experience much scent development. Everything is somehow immediately there, complex, dense, and very powerful.
In my opinion, a very masculine fragrance.
Not my fragrance, very well done, a superior quality, but I'll stick with the regular Halfeti.

My grandfather was a pipe smoker. As a child I found it very interesting how he cleaned out his pipe, stuffed and lit it and how he could form curls of smoke.
My grandfather was a difficult person - others say. To me he was my grandfather, who I teased, who stood there with an open mouth because of my sometimes rebellious remarks and whom I loved.
Simply loved, as it should be.
He was a nagging pipe-smoking grandfather - with the best tobacco in the world.
There was not only smoke, there was always a juicy fruity note, those were densely woven aromas that came out of the pipe. His pipe had a wonderful light orange tone in the smooth bowl, looked beautiful.

When we were in London in Penhaligons, I walked through the shop wounded in love by Clara and Halfeti, my dear husband tested the wheel cut. Even before he came up to me with his arm outstretched, my grandfather stood in the shop grinning, looking down at me with his pipe in his mouth.
So of course not in persona, otherwise I would not have stood there calmly any more! No Radcliff conjured up my grandfather's picture and my nose was nailed up where the spray hit my husband's skin.
The way I knew I needed the Clara, I knew the Radcliff had to go home to my husband, he just didn't know it.
No, he didn't want to take him, it would be too expensive and we left the store.
You and I haven't forgotten the Radcliff.
At ALZD I ordered him a small sample because I had to order something anyway. He was as happy as a child in December to have new moonboats and can't wait until it finally snows. My almost 1.90 cm tall man pressed me to his wide chest (I am a miracle stallion of 1.64) and held me tightly - because of a test. A rehearsal!
He cherished the sprayer. I wouldn't have been surprised if one day I had come into the bathroom in the morning and Mini-Radcliff had a throne on the packaging of the ear sticks or something else, illuminated by LED spotlights in our bathroom cabinet!
My husband loves his scents very much - but he is too..... economical to buy such an expensive fragrance.
But I, I was hunting, kept my eyes open, looked around here and there, picked up tracks, made notes where he had been seen and mentally polished the shotgun, so actually the account to be prepared... good preparation is everything anyway.
And so it happened when he breathed a little louder in the bed next to me that I could not sleep.
Since I still had something to do in the bay anyway, I made myself a tea, sat down in the kitchen with my laptop and while the inhabitants blissfully slept I surfed through the bay.
When I entered the wheel cut in the search bar, more a reflex than a well thought-out thought, a bid was displayed. Freshly adjusted, a few hours ago.
Rifle loaded and secured! And with my mouth open, I read the offer. Adrenaline pumping through my body! This supplier got the Radcliff as a present, had sprayed it once, and he simply did not agree to it. He had agreed with the donor to be allowed to sell the fragrance and from the proceeds the children should receive a small additional Christmas present, it was the beginning of December.
For not even half of the EIA there was the wheel cut, almost all cartridges fell out of my belt or my eyes out of my head!
The sales text was written so nicely, one had the receipt as proof of origin, from first-class attitude, condition very well and I, I made myself ready for the hunt. I put on the cuddly socks, made myself comfortable, took an upright position on the chair and fired the final shot - in the middle of the night, alone in the kitchen. But I'll hunt on my own, in peace.

Roaring Radcliff is not a complex extraordinary fragrance, that may be.
But this fine aromatic tobacco note, together with the alcohol, the gingerbread and the fruits (but they are in there) make the scent on my husband's skin a loving experience.
No one else could smell so wonderfully warm and familiar with the wheel cut, I just put this claim up like that, trohning on my high seat, the cuddly socks on my feet and the rifle at foot!
The Radcliff now stands next to the Clara, looking good together, the two.

PS: for this comment no animals were injured, big game hunter honor word!

I'm sure Bob Ross knows a lot of you. That was the so likeable American with the great hair, he painted wet in wet and his pictures and his technique are simply wonderful for me.
Bob always said there was nothing wrong with painting, everyone would do it differently, and everything would be right. I even tried that once, but my kind of art shows a different understanding and it had such a slightly surreal touch of forest fire after comet impact with mud battle of the sea dwellers!
I used to love watching him on TV so much that he painted an inviting beach, an island, a clearing in the woods... and everything looks so magically simple.
And with so many pictures I always thought: Nooo Bob, don't, because I knew exactly what happened then:
into a perfect picture for me he then painted happy little friends, there were trees, bushes, bushes, whatever.
And I always thought, put the brush away Bob, don't do it, there doesn't have to be a happy little little bush, it gets overloaded, just leave it that way..... But Bob never listened to me (of course, were records...)
What does this have to do with the scent of Juliette Has A Gun, the Liquid Illusion?

Let me tell you
So now I come to the scent! I had the luck to be part of the sharing that the great BlueValkyrie has put together. Thank you again very much! I was so excited about the smell! And I was (almost) not disappointed!
A sweet puffy almond dream is that, yeswollja.
Gentle, caressing, attractive and already a bit erotic. Such an enchantingly powdery, not at all dry iris is added and makes the scent round, simply beautiful lying on the skin and a well sigh escapes my mouth. You just sit back in your chair and enjoy. It's like Bob's painting a picture. Such a picture always takes a while, you don't just throw it on the white screen.
Now let's say the scent stays on the skin for 6-8 hours (and it does). But in the middle of the half there is something that bothers me a little. Is it the tuberose? The interplay of the individual scents on my skin? I don't know... you slip around each other in your armchair and think: no way, you don't have to change anything! Bob paints an iris and there's something in the fragrance that bothers me. Whether Bob happy little tuberoses...tuberoses... no matter what you paint, you slip onto the front edge of the chair, pull your forehead in folds and think: started so wonderfully, it was clear that it wouldn't stay that way!
LEG DEN PINSEL WEG BOB!!!
There's a ticking something in the fragrance that I don't like at halftime, I can't say otherwise.
However, Bob continues to paint unperturbed, and the scent gets cuddly warm in the base and the iris is even still there. If you then look at the picture, you want to scratch away the small bush/shrub/whatever next to the iris and the almond with your fingernail, but you cannot.
Slide back in your armchair and look at the complete (art) work from a distance (I'll take the glasses for that). But take your time with it, look at it from different perspectives, see light and shadow, look at individual sometimes not so perceptible components and pause for a while to absorb the fragrance.

Fluid hallucination. Maybe something deceives me about the scent, brings out something I hadn't thought, however. A really wonderful almond-iris scent with hints of warm tonka bean, for colder days it warms the heart up wonderfully, in summer one should try it.
It is and remains throughout very close, the Sillagé is rather discreet, the durability could be a little better although there already quite others have rashly searched the vastness on my skin. Bob paints, so to speak, with half power, takes up less colour, brightens everything a little, so to speak. The brush washed out too early...
A really beautiful scent, I like wearing it. For the price, however, the Sillagé and the durability is too low for me

Anticipation is the best joy!
For weeks I was looking forward to my holiday, finally spending a few nice days together with my beloved!
Two weeks we wanted to go away without stress for a few days, do this and that, no hectic, no must, just have a good time. So we made a little excursion and were on the way a lot, in the evening we had a nice dinner...wonderful! From the dear Mantus came a small package with many samples, I was especially looking forward to that, as I had already discovered one or the other fragrance that made my heart beat faster!
The next day I had strange pain in my leg and back, not further wild, we go for a swim, we enjoy the day.
The night then it was over with calmness and serenity. An incredible pain didn't let me sleep anymore, I couldn't lie, couldn't sit, and in the early morning hours I was circling around the living room (I looked like Quasimodo!). I expected to have already pulled a deep channel, but no, the floor is still fine, I don't have to renovate afterwards :-)
I could hardly get out of bed, no, actually I rolled out of bed like a dressed child to get up. I didn't want to wake anyone up, so I rummaged through the package to distract myself. My eyes fell on Messy Sexy Just Rolled Out Of Bed. The irony suddenly became clear to me, I tortured myself out of bed in pain, nothing was sexy about it, I was scrunched and wrinkled, yeswollja.
And the first time I sprayed it on, as I limped through the living room, my hand tightly wrapped around the sample, such a wonderful smell of fresh juicy peaches rose from my wrist, such a fine gentle great fragrance. Sweet yes, but not heavy, but rather vanilla-like with fruit.
A subtle hint of roses comes later, and although many scents leave my skin quickly - this remains. For hours this great peach blows around my nose, again and again such a cloud of heart rises, like fresh peach slices on a fruit sorbet, which simply smells great to bite.
After hours the scent becomes a little less fruity, but such a magical base emerges.
So warm, so appealing, so tasty, so flattering and... sexy? Well, why not?
Messy Sexy Just Rolled Out Of Bed was in the doctor's waiting room with me, in the pharmacy, on the sofa, when I tried to put on my favorite cuddle pants (they develop unimagined abilities on one leg to put on or take off pants...), the smell lasts in my eyes extraordinarily long and the sample was empty faster than I liked.
Of course, it was immediately on my wish list and as luck would have it, a bottle was waiting for me in the souk after a few days - a sign! The scrunched bedroll scent is to me, I have recognized the signs!

The sacroiliac joint was the culprit and due to the misuse a nerve inflammation was added - one can also spend the vacation differently, only times so incidentally. I run with meanwhile a crutch around the false load to catch, because I should rest however also run, my crutches I have picked out in blue (other color would have been completely indiskutabel) and am thus more at home than on the way.
But: I have a new love of fragrance and maybe my holiday sickness scent already arrives today! I'd be happy. Then I'll spray myself and walk down the main street for coffee, sit in the coffee and enjoy the sun - and at the same time I'll smell incredibly great and delicious!