EsterEverest

25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means

And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar.

And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's going on?

Director Rebecca Zlotowski chose this catchy tune by the 4 Non Blondes as the theme song for the accompanying commercial. Various beautiful, strong women sing What's up - In the shower, in the car, in front of a huge expanse of window. All the women are successful, obviously, and have found their place in life. They are Alive, Alive, and enjoying every day, no matter how adverse the circumstances.

This spot in mind I have after the reviews here on Parfumo then but once wanted to dare a try with this fragrance. From the friendly user Djmatie I have a generous bottling sent to test, thank you at this point for sharing.

The scent is beautiful. It also reminds me at first, as many here have already written, of Libre. But not quite. Libre has too sweet a base character for me. Alive is also sweet, but just not too sweet.

After a first aufprühen unfolds cinnamon and vanilla, a little fruit. Generally a sweetish, in my eyes very feminine fragrance, which looks in a gourmandige Richting, but is not a gourmand.

It is a leisure fragrance, says the first instinct.

I smell mostly vanilla and jasmine, a little of the fruits. Subtly there is the apple, the plum, a bitb currant. The thyme which is supposed to be somewhere also hides unfortunately until the end and does not show at all.

Perhaps but rather an office fragrance? After half an hour, he gets rather something serious, tackling. But also a synthetic note, which disturbs me a little in the middle of the fragrance. After about two hours, the scent is where it stays. Close to the body, sweetly woody and without the synthetic note, thankfully.
Overall, I like Alive. A good fragrance that comes across as nice, feminine and a little fruity. Nichst fancy, nothing to really bother with.
The course is not very varied, the main note is good to smell from the beginning and remains until the next day - the durability is namely really extraordinary.

The fruit could have been a little more present for my personal taste, after a good hour there is only the vanilla sweetness and a slightly cinnamon dusted woody note.
It is not a winter fragrance, rather one for the first warm, not yet hot spring days. In the summer, he would definitely be too something too sultry for me.

Oh, Rituals.
You wonderful, small everyday oasis...
You surprisingly fragrant shop niche in the then still crowded pedestrian zone...
Why only you always take the best from the program?

The Victoire d'Ambre was then a blind purchase, a snapper because reduced.
The golden flacon with the beautiful wooden closure I liked at the time and I just wanted something nice on a bad day. I have even had the fragrance only on a test strip, not even on the skin.

Then I added it to the collection at home, wore it once and then.... forgotten.
Until I saw it flashing out again a few weeks ago, it was mid-December, grey, wet, cold and generally bad.
And like I was a magpie I couldn't resist the golden sparkle.
There it stood, the rectangular, shiny flacon with the simple lettering, the dark wooden lid.
This was quickly taken off and with a motivated sprayer went a neat cloud once completely over me.
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Wow. I had then by far not perceived, appreciated, yes, revered, what this fragrance can!
Pyramid here pretends to be a pure resinous woody scent. But the layers are so much deeper, more harmonious, more expansive. In addition to the resin and the amber, the musk, I smell a gentle spike of bergamot, a little pepper, incense, woods and vanilla. This fragrance is a little work of art in itself. It's warm, soft, familiar, sweet without being sultry, heavy without being weighed down.
Like a therapy blanket of fragrance, like a massage for the senses. The scent is not reminiscent of perfume, it is reminiscent of thermal baths, infusions, oils and well-being for body and soul.
The warmth is like no other, it has something of a fireplace evening without the smoke.
I currently prefer to use the perfume in the evening after bathing, when I am creamed and oiled up. It balances me out, grounds me in the truest sense, and gives peace to my upset, strained, sometimes frightened mind.

The progression, by the way, is fairly straightforward - you get what's on it, a little more, but little development, no change. The scent is there, from the beginning, and stays.
I love him.
Like a long hug after a long, tiring day, it recharges the batteries of the senses.
Too bad that he is no longer produced.
Otherwise I would have a supply that never gets empty.
For hard days.

How nice it is when you are found by a fragrance, I have already described in other places. This time, this charming Mademoiselle has found me. And I immediately fell in love with it, head over heels!

Yet everything spoke against it.
Gourmandige fragrances and sweet stuff were long at the top of my list for dangerous subjects. Associated with just these notes. Tonka, vanilla... my skin did strange things with them and the headaches were unbearable.
So it went me also with the little sister of Intense, the Mademoiselle as ODP. So not at all she wanted to please me, I would never have opened the door to her!.
But with an online purchase fluttered a tester of Coco Mademoiselle Intense in my mailbox. Being current Corona and new impressions in short supply, I thought to myself, "Aah, why not?" I wanted to go anyway immediately shower, there I can go confirm my prejudices immediately another round.
First spray
Floral -fruity. orangy, but not in the citrusy - fresh version, but soft, beautiful, elegant. Not at all as sweet as feared. Not gourmand at all. Clearly feminine in any case. A feminine fragrance. The scent of a beautiful woman who laughs and is happy. Maybe she is even freshly in love, in any case her cheeks are red. The scent stays fresh, I don't want to stop sniffing it.
Second spray
But there's more. The oranges are blooming! The jasmine plays a gentle, quiet melody in the background and the rose doesn't push itself too much into the foreground either. A perfect orchestra that develops. The plan to go shower is postponed to the back, I want to see first, where this surprisingly beautiful fragrance journey so leads me.
After about 20 minutes, the fragrance is there with me, where it then remains for the rest of the afternoon. Patchouli, tonka bean and vanilla play the bass chord without that I would perceive one of the three notes thereby dominant. The top of the pyramid remains perceptible in its fruitiness even after hours, the flowers embed the whole soft and beautiful.
Shower I was then anyway, but not without indulging myself with a third spray and bathing in a gentle string orchestra of equally important notes, where none really plays first fiddle, no big solo comes and exactly because of that the experience is perfect and enveloping.
It's a romantic, dreamy scent. Not the one I would put on for a tough trial, that role may be fulfilled by other representatives of my fragrance collection.
But it is a fragrance to let your mind travel and feel good, light for grey days, body soft fruit and floral accords in a soft earthy base.

I may buy a Chanel fragrance for the first time ever.... and with vanilla to boot. And they always say taste doesn't change. Me the Mademoiselle has enchanted in any case and convinced to reconsider the list of my enemies of the state again thoroughly.

Chloé Nomade is a love at second sight for me.
At the beginning of the Corona period I treated myself to a small bottle of it.
What can I say, it was on sale and the scent pyramid made me curious.
I'm a sucker for good cyphres, absolutely not a fan of sweet gourmand headaches and on top of that a big oakmoss fan.
Nomad sounds like a great thing. Moving through wide dunes. Sand blown in your face. Endless, white sand deserts over which a blue, burning sky stretches. You almost wish for something cool and fresh. That was the picture I had to go with it and with this one in my head I was almost a bit excited to open the small, fancy bottle and get a good splash directly on my wrist.

The beginning was fruity. The mirabelle, I thought. Wow. Fresh. Pleasant, actually. But after a few minutes, there was a sharp, pushy scratching sound. One that you can feel in the back of your nose. That makes you sneeze. One that became so unpleasant that I had to wash my arm after half an hour and banished the smell to the back corner of my bathroom cabinet.
Then came the big black hole of Corona Months. One day after the other in strange tristesse and routine, interrupted by small motivation boosts and home office.
During this time I only put on perfumes to keep my mood up. I then reached for my two safe benches that always go.
But in the last few weeks it became less and less. Also as a cost-cutting measure.
Evergreen one is empty, evergreen two is already slowly coming to an end.

But what is always possible in these times is cleaning up. So this time the bathroom was allowed to believe it. All cupboards were cleared out and wiped clean and there, in the back corner, I saw the nomad woman standing. She was a bit dusty, but still so pretty. The color of the perfume, the bottle... And six months had passed. The warm rays of the spring sun gave way to the first dancing autumn leaves
And in the melancholy of the parting summer I tried it again.

I smell the fruity, light fresh mirabelle again, which is not sweet at all. Other, gently sparkling notes join in. I smell lemon and orange. My mood brightens. But I am still sceptical and a bit suspicious.
Wait for it.
And there, the smell changes. But not pungent. It takes on a fuller, more floral overtone. I smell freesia, but I also smell rose. Then there's something else that I can't quite place. It's like the fruit takes on another chord. The sting, however, is missing. No washing up. Instead, I give the scent a little more time. And my goodness, it's worth it. The oakmoss gives the nomad a woody note, but there's more. I think it's a touch of patchouli. Maybe there's something else, too. Because the fragrance gets very round at the end, it's incredibly difficult to smell out individual notes.
The fruit remains present throughout the whole process, the flowers do not become musty. It's not too sweet either.
My husband said the scent smelled elegant. Like evening dress and good wine

I hardly need to mention that the flacon has now won a new place.
There he is now. Charming, elegant and as love at second sight.
Right next to my everyman.

I like Disney. The movies always give me a feeling of a perfect world, simple rules and a little bit of memories of what it was like to be a child
A special category here are the Disney princesses of the old, classic films. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, unlike more modern interpretations (Jasmine up), which I like a little bit better, they all have in common that they are beautiful, pure, sweet and... unfortunately a little boring
They are women who, although they already have admirable qualities like singing duets with animals and keeping seven men busy at the same time. They are always perfectly styled, yet modest. They blush when they receive a compliment and shamefully slip a strand of hair behind their perfectly fitting hairstyle. A childhood friend of mine is just like that.
I'd probably want to protect her from harm with a sword and shield... only to drag her off to Krav Maga class
And sometimes I wanted to shake her because she let someone treat her badly again. It's a friend of mine, with whom I unfortunately also lost contact... because we were too different in this respect at the end of the day, even though I admire her to this day for her tender, gentle, beautiful soul

Exactly this feeling has built up in me, when I sniffed this very noble and expensive water for the first time yesterday.
The flacon is very valuable, very elegant. No fancy design but pleasing. Pretty, in the classical sense.
The first thing I was fed up with was: Wow! I think it was the bergamot, which smiled at me briefly with its fresh note.
The fragrance is gentle, light, soft, pleasing to the end of the world and back.
Then, a spray on the skin
Well, and from then on, the scent unfortunately didn't know how to enchant me anymore.
The pyramid of scents made me hope for hidden corners and edges. Something that would bring out the scent from that powdery magic castle. But nothing.
I smell almond, definitely. And rose. But not in an exciting mix, just embedded in a fluffy powder puff
And the "worst" for me : On my skin the scent only gets sweeter and sweeter the longer it is on it.
The woods wait in vain, while the powder puff mercilessly spreads its pompous sweetness over me. Not even vanilla (my boss) is there.
After two hours, I wanted to wash my arm. luckily, the spectacle was over in less than five hours
What remained was a slight, again bearable sweetness, which completely disappeared overnight.
Like Cinderella's ball gown and carriage.