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Lira is a fragrance about which an incredible amount has already been written.
That's why I don't want to write anything about the lemon cake vibe of this little work of art.
Nor about the fantastic longevity or the outstanding radiance of this fragrance.
Instead, what fascinates me most is the juiciness of the blood orange, which comes across as incredibly authentic and unsynthesized. Like fresh orange oil for stoves at Christmas time. I am also extremely impressed by the balance of jasmine, cinnamon and licorice. All of it can be sensed, all of it gives an almost relaxed ylang ylang vibe. But above all, it keeps the perfume from slipping into cardboard sweetness.
Gourmand, yes. Edible, definitely. But not over-sugared, not over the top and therefore still more of a perfume than an afternoon coffee accompaniment.
All in all - a really great composition.

Magnolias in spring are always a very special feast for the eyes.
The huge purple-white flowers with a soft pink shimmer in the center.
They always fade quickly, but the short time is worth it.

The magnolia in Aura White Magnolia is not a fast bloomer, in fact it is quite long-lasting, contrary to the flower dream that often blooms so soon.
When I read the statements and reviews here, I was briefly put off. Pure vanilla without anything would have made me regret my blind buy from the great Machica, a dear perfumer here.
But the offer was too tempting and the 8.1 in combination with the fragrance notes too good not to give it a try.
Fortunately, I would like to say!

The fragrance starts with a pleasantly unsynthetic floral note. I'm not familiar with magnolia fragrances, but it smells white and beautiful. A little tangy note in between makes "Aura White Magnolia | Loewe" just exciting enough to keep it from being banal, but still keeps it in that perfect, not-too-much continuum between florals, sweetness and freshness.

Are there actually any fresh gourmands?
If not - this one would qualify for me because, despite the cotton candy-infused vanilla, it is not oppressive or too sultry.
The progression is quite linear but I have a feeling of wafting. Sometimes the sugar and vanilla hit me, sometimes the yuzu, sometimes the blossom, as if these notes were circling around me. Perfectly combined and yet clearly distinguishable.

I'm currently testing it at an outside temperature of 8 degrees, but I can also imagine the fragrance in spring or early summer.

Plus the price, which you really can't complain about, and a neat bottle - what more could you want!
I think it also makes a great gift for people who like it sweet, but not too sweet.

The fragrance has caught my attention after several times the similarity to CCM edP was emphasized. I do not particularly like the EDT, was clearly more on board with the perfume at the Mademoiselle.
Now then Armaf. Around this brand seems to come somehow not around, if you look at the amount of positive comments so. Still in addition I find it nice that also more price-sensitive people can get their money's worth - The sniffing in the high realms of perfume art goes in the long run already painfully on the account.
Price-wise, the Club de Nuit Woman is namely a lightweight. Around 30 euros for 100ml is really not much! To test I have me nevertheless a small filling of the dear Jsmnlmr sent - thank you for it! A short statement after the first wearing I have already written, but there is more to tell!

First of all, the name. Club de Nuit. Nightclub. Neither my first, nor my second association. Nightclubs I associate with loud, hot, many people. For that, the fragrance is too friendly, too approachable, too soft. I don't want a scent in nightclubs that is so inviting to spend time with me precisely because of the incredible closeness. In nightclubs I am not relaxed, there is closeness something that I want to determine myself and therefore by fragrance prefer to keep some distance first. In addition it is dark. Sun and nightclubs? That's already ruled out by the basic concept. And that also makes the name for me completely inappropriate.
The fragrance has for me instead something bright, radiant. Something that makes me want to go for a walk in the sun. On vacation, when it is long Warm in the evening at sunset along a beach promenade. With a cheerful bikini top and a scarf around my waist, a big hat and lots of sand between my toes.
A fragrance that also accompanies me when I explore cities. Not London, rather suburbs of Milan, or Madrid, enchanted towns in Provence, beautiful Mediterranean villages. A fragrance that is tangy and fresh when applied in the morning, becomes floral at noon and a bit flirty, a bit sexy in the evening. But in a surprisingly natural way!

But I anticipate!
The Flacon is also very pretty, on the shelf certainly one to which one reaches with pleasure. In the hand I had him myself not yet, but I will change that in the near future, because spoiler: THE I want!

The First Sprayer is actually very close to the prototype. The DNA, the basic feeling, the good mood that I associate with this fragrance is exactly on point. A beautiful, fresh prelude. Here comes the first win of this fragrance. Fruit notes are often headache guarantors for me. Unfortunately, I like fruit but actually very much. But the less natural they come across, the worse it gets. A common pain I often feel with designer scents - less common with niche scents. Here it's only about thirty seconds after spraying on briefly a little biting for me - but after that: no problem! The fruit is so valuable, so fresh as in significantly more expensive candidates. It caresses me and shows me how it can be when fruit appears as an ally in a fragrance. The basket is fresh and juicy, not having been in the sun too long. Citrusy fresh and a bit, but a smooth cocktail thanks to the sweet peach. No pungent note, in fact the best of the fruit.

After some time, the heart note joins in. Here the flowers open up, without me perceiving jasmine or rose too strong or dominant. For the lychee I have a blind spot - I can not say whether or how strongly it plays a role here. Disturbing does in any case nothing about it!

Then the base. I love patchouli in perfumes very much. Vanilla always depends on the use - here I find it beautifully harmonious and not too sweet - together with the musk and Vetevier gets the whole something calm and grounding without destroying the radiant lightness.
In contrast to other comments, I must say that I really can not complain about the durability. In the evening at five put on I could perceive the reminiscence of the fragrance still the next day close to the skin.

In sum, Club de Nuit Woman is a nobrainer for me. A perfect fragrance for warm days. A fragrance for walks in airy dresses, a cheerful companion. For me, it is more of a leisure scent, less of an office scent. Not because he would not be generally suitable for this, but I think he wins by being outside, when the sun makes him glow.


Edit: Now I had to subtract a bit. At the price still a good fragrance, however, he gets depending on the day form with me but ne stabbing note that I can not suffer so gladly. However, it is very close to the body and not to be noticed in the room. For me, nevertheless, unfortunately a meh-criterion...

The fragrance has lured me. The fragrance pyramid sounds heavenly, glorious even.

The tester has reached me via a great sharing of dear Annecy81. (Thanks again for the great, sympathetic contact!)

I love cinnamon and have long been looking for a fragrance that truly smells like the spice I appreciate so much. Quickly, the small sample was unpacked and sprayed on the skin.
Sweet. The first impression is sweet. Bubblegum-like sweet. No cinnamon. Big Red smells different.
It takes a little while.
But it remains sweet. And somewhere I know the note.
That's when it hits me.
I'm 12 again. A friend of mine is half-American. Her father is stationed at a troop base nearby. For her birthday and when I visit, there is always the strangest sweets and drinks. At my house there is Milka. At her place, all sorts of things in bright colors. The most exciting is the soda in the little purple bottle. Sweet and a very unique flavor.
Artificial, very very artificial.
Extraordinary, yes, but just very artificial.
I lost sight of the girlfriend, the taste and smell of birthdays still on my lips, in my nose.
A few years later. i try Fanta Grape. Also in purple.
The aroma is similar. Sweet, somewhat artificial and very very peculiar, hard to describe.
A few years further.
The Chronic.
Exactly this fragrance is like the taste of that time. Exactly the same impression, the same feeling of synthetic.
A little pepper I also think to sniff through. He does not change over the entire duration of the course. It becomes a little softer. I think without the association it is even really wonderful and extraordinary. However, I can't get more out of it.
Except the scent of past birthdays.

This fragrance was called to me on Youtube again and again, so I have secured a small sharing share from the dear berry (Here thanks for the super nice, great contact!)

Yesterday I came back from vacation and the little letter was already in the mailbox. The anticipation was enormous, the Delina Exclusiv is yes both price and valuation here a real high-caliber.
First once a Spüher in the bathroom simply in the air to erschnuppern how it expands in a room.
The simple answer: very. Very very much so.
The sweet clouds hung everywhere and really take apart went there yet not really well. The force of the fragrance has also kept me first of all to let the olfactory flash grenade on my skin. Every walk into the bathroom, until the next morning was dominated by the not at all discreet Delina.

The next day is then the skin test announced. The day itself is warm, but not too hot and yet I have immediately feel that the fragrance me a little too much to the body.
The first Schupperer is loud and sweet. Neither the rhubarb, nor the proud rose is really recognizable, everything blended into a shrill uniform mash. Nothing about this scent is understated or subtle. It's all over the place. And a lot. I'll give it a little time. Something... Physical joins the overall work.

Almost inevitably, my mind wanders to the Moulin Rouge circa 1900.It's summer. Carts rattle along the dusty streets and a smell of overripe fruit, sweaty workers and the stagnant waters of the Seine permeate the alleys. The days are endless and only the cool evening air brings some relief. In the evening, the city comes alive. Paris is already a megapolis the crowds squeeze tightly through the busy streets. The scent of rose petals and sweet vanilla mingles with baked goods, studded with juicy fruits that have been in the sun a little too long, heavy wisps of wine and a gentle breeze that has danced through Notre Dame. It takes us to the gates of one of the liveliest, most exciting, and most dangerous places in the city. The Moulin Rouge.
Like a queen of old, it rises bathed in a flood of light above the street in which it is enthroned. Her loyal servants scurry back and forth behind the scenes while the subjects are admitted. The Queen's court knows what the people want. Distraction and a whisking away to a world that will leave them the dreariness of hot summer days behind. Someone who can afford to spend an evening here is part of a certain scene. The men are well-groomed, the women beautiful and yet you don't belong to the upper class. But you want to have something for your money. The stage is lit and everyone is looking for a place to enjoy the upcoming spectacle. Beauties with skimpy dresses and drinks on trays are scurrying everywhere. The heat of the day has also found its way into these halls and the air that floods the high leaf gilded room is muggy and stuffy. The smell that dances through the alleys is present here as well, but it gives way to the applied perfumes of the barmaids, the pomades of the young gentlemen, the perfumes of the beautiful ladies at their sides. Then the curtain rises and everything begins to spin and swirl. The music is a little too loud. Legs are thrown into the air for a dance while acrobats fly through the air on hoops. Each dancer wears her own scent on her body, but each wants to be seen, indeed, each needs to be noticed. And so, in the end, each of them is just shrill and loud. Their laughter, outwardly joyous and almost ecstatic, has something manic about it and is soon replaced by a deep exhaustion and headache born of too little sleep and a little too much alcohol and cocaine. And it is only in the morning, when the doors are pushed open, that a first breath is possible again and the haze rolls heavily back onto the streets of the slowly awakening city.

My thoughts return to the here and now. It is two hours later.
Delina is still there, still present. My head starts pounding, my nose wants rest.
Vanilla I smell out, floral sweetness, fruity notes and something very full-bodied.
Individual notes I can not really perceive but I know that I do not want to wear this longer.