Ergreifend

Fusion of heaven and earth.
Water and air.
Embers & rock.
In between, flowing, lovely resin.
All surrounded by dense incense,
which literally triggers brain fog.
Iridescent sandy facets also cloud
still cloud the view. Shimmering heat that breaks the ice in
breaks me.
A sting in the incense lover's heart,
makes love bubble to the surface.
It all feels so warm.
The incense is in every pore.
The skin breathes calmly to itself,
lets steam rise into the frozen air.
Cold outside, warm inside.
That's the scent.
Resinous, smoky, sandy. Warm.

Made for incense lovers!
For those who want to fog their brains with smoke without losing consciousness. Because "Samharam | Arte Profumi" is not an incense bomb. No, it nests gently under the skin and into the memory. It only releases its juice to the wearer in moderation, inspires them with small doses and gradually makes them compliant and addicted.
Not annoying, not brute, nothing to do with cold church!

Durability and sillage outstanding, despite performance close to the skin!
A very beautiful structure, which was placed here in the bottle.
Incredibly good!

The Greeks called his of light the tears of the sisters of Phaeton, who were struck by Zeus' lightning and whose tears were transformed into amber. They themselves became poplars. According to the myth, this happened when Phaeton crashed with the chariot of the sun and his sisters, deeply saddened by his loss, wept.

Phaeton. A demigod. Son of the sun god Helios, who in his recklessness was allowed to steer the sun chariot, which is known to have gone quite wrong. S.o. Exciting name for a perfume. However, Phaeton means very little to most people, especially if they are not particularly familiar with Greek mythology. The term Phaeton is more familiar from the Volkswagen Group, which once produced the Phaeton. But why such a "negative" name should be given to a car remains a mystery to me. A car as a sun car? Admittedly, I think it's a shame that the car is no longer produced, except in China (under a different name), because it had that certain something. I still find the name controversial, but also somehow exciting. I drove it myself and sat in it very often. Nevertheless, things didn't go well for the car, because unfortunately there was never a new edition. It always reminds me of the death of the Austrian politician Jörg Haider. When people in Austria talk about the Phaeton, they also talk about Haider. Because he died in one of these cars.

But we're not here to talk about cars, we're here to talk about perfume. But I always find it very exciting when fragrances have such names and where you can add certain things yourself and already have a few stories about them.

"Fall of Phaeton | Argos" begins pleasantly warm and spicy. Ginger, which is clearly spicy but by no means unpleasant, unfolds its full power here. It combines extremely willingly and frugally with citrusy aspects that really shine in the rising sun. Everything is gently undermined by a peppery dose that also carries some cardamom and a hint of cinnamon. The fragrance then becomes much deeper. Much warmer, with a hint of smoky serenity. A light, cool touch of lavender, which smoothly takes center stage here, also soon appears. The smoke becomes denser with time. It no longer shines so brightly in the sun, it is literally glowing. I can personally imagine it in any season and it has such immense power, this fragrance. It chases forward, unfurls like a forbidden flower and crushes pleasant essences in the process. A little musk in the background, perfectly rounded off with a very edgy tonka bean, which is tightly wound on leather. Everything is very steamy. A beating heart of the Orient that pumps blood through the body. I really like it, especially the warm, smoky notes that the fragrance carries within it and sets the scene well. Certainly not everyone's cup of tea and for others it may well be controversial, but I think it's very good and it's a compliment catcher. In my opinion, it is equally suitable for women and men. The fragrance itself clings to the wearer's heels for a very long time and has a room-taking sillage, but it is by no means overpowering (unless you overdo it with the diesel), but hardly anyone can be that world-weary.

The bottle is extremely high-quality and feels heavy in the hand. I find the portrait of the fall of the Phaeton artistically beautiful, although I also wonder, as with the VW Phaeton, why such a fragrance deserves such a name. It is certainly the myth of the Phaeton, everything that is behind its actions, and that is a good thing! I'm still getting to know Argos, I like a few things, others less, but one thing is definitely certain:

"Fall of Phaeton | Argos" moved in with me after an immensely short time. I didn't feel the need to buy anything for a long time, but I had to grab it and I'm extremely happy about it.

... with the performance on offer here.
You can probably expect tears of sunshine from sheer disappointment.
Unfortunately, the name doesn't seem to have been so well chosen.
I would have wished for all possible spheres of happiness, especially if it was to be through the sun. A feeling of summer, of light-heartedness. But that's not the case.

Only one thing awaits me here:
A rose that wreaks havoc with a baseball bat through green pastures. It's a rose that's very keen to make a ruckus. The scent of the rose is also particularly heavy here, without even a hint of a pleasant touch. It tickles unpleasantly under the nose and the thorns seem to penetrate deep into the skin. As you know, I'm not an excessive fan of rose anyway, but I can still tolerate it from time to time, but here it really is too much of a good thing, especially as it is very dominant from the beginning to the end, but clearly inappropriate and completely unbalanced in the fragrance. The citrusy fragrance is banal, almost boring. However, the rose doesn't really come into its own. I can't pick out the other components either. For me, it's just soapy and has something synthetic about it. No progression or major developments. The longevity and sillage are also particularly poor for me, but that doesn't make me particularly unhappy.

It might be something for rose lovers, but I think there are some better fragrances in this category. You definitely haven't missed anything here.

There used to be a small pond (it's probably still there, but I haven't been there for a long time) full of tadpoles and frogs that we used to go to as children and constantly reach into the water, catch frogs, build them a den, fish for alibis and so on. Just what kids did back then, without all the smartphone g*cksi. We were kids in the 90s and I always think back to those carefree times when our parents weren't always at our throats and we were outside from morning to night at the weekend. I especially remember this pond, which was in the middle of a small park next to our village playground.

I can still feel the gooey sensation of reaching for the tadpoles on my skin, the smell of the pond and the lukewarm, damp body of the frog. And I once had a frog that I called Bobo, which was my first fictitious pet at the time, as my mother didn't dote on pets and certainly not in an apartment.

"27 Limanakia | Pierre Guillaume" smells just like this little pond, full of tadpoles and frogs. Slippery green, strongly reminiscent of algae and damp, warm earth. A very strong note of an indefinable flower hangs in the air. The tadpoles whistle the blues and it bubbles from the depths of the small pond, as if a small, green monster were rising up. Sorry, but this is a scent that you wouldn't even want to put on your worst enemy, unless you wanted to squeeze his throat, in which case this green slime would certainly be good for that. The fragrance has no development, green and slimy. Here and there, earthy, warm, wet facets and this strange flower. That's pretty much it. The good thing here is that the fragrance doesn't last long on me and that's a good thing, because even if it reminds me of childhood, this fragrance has nothing to do with well-being.

All that's missing is the animalistic baggage and then, together with "Eau de Space | Eau de Space", it could buzz around in space as a pig.

So be warned, hands off!

Float weightlessly in the darkness, let your head fall completely relaxed into gray clouds, be enchanted by animalistic strokes carried by the almost silent, warm wind.

Watch the jasmine blossom at night, in peace, in the darkness.
Her humility allows her to glide gently through the area at first, like black, high waves that slowly but dangerously draw ever closer.
But arrogance soon follows.

The pupils dilated, the blood rushing. The jasmine envelops more and more, brings a labyrinth full of feelings. Lovingly enveloped by a gentle spicy note, where animalistic undergrowth combines with tar and resin. Slightly bitter at the heart, but not particularly enraging. The jasmine is blood-sucking, unleashing a truly dark power. Profound, very expressive and idiosyncratic! If you like heavy jasmine, this is an unparalleled force, which is absolutely harmonious here, especially when combined with animalic accents, with a much softer finish and a little woody aftertaste.

A really beautiful perfume that leaves me floating in the dark. The longevity and sillage are high and the whole thing is simply a delight for my senses.

With thanks to Rieke