Flanker

I keep reading Camel, Camel! Seriously? People with an average general education may still know what a cow looks like, but please don't tell me you know what a camel smells like!
In addition, I have never seen a circus that smelled like this before.
Zoologists naturally use this for their benefit. They only fill up the smell of animals that no human being has ever had under his nose at close range. Why not a wet dog? At least you would have a scent picture in front of your eyes.

When I spasmodically try to imagine a camel for scent, then a made-up one. My camel has artificial long eyelashes, green song shadows, full-bodied, cherry red lips and a bouquet of white books behind the ear. It is a quite opulently decorated camel. Guys, this is not working.

If we leave out the camel, we get dried fruit (yes), tonka bean (ok), possibly honey and a somewhat pissed secret ingredient. Let's call it the civet white-blooded chord. The camel flacon could be any vintage bottle with a pump sprayer and stand on a dressing table from long ago. What remains for me is an opulent, fat scent, combined with creative marketing.
You can like it, but you don't have to. I already have a queasy feeling when I think of "Beaver" by Zoologist. No, I think I'll skip the beaver... ;-)

...monastery woman helps Melissengeist. or was it rubbing alcohol that reminded me of the prelude?

But from the beginning. Tom Ford spreads in standard scented houses like the roots of your bamboo on the neighbouring property. The niche mainstream on the Rolator shelf, so to speak. I mean that much more boldly than negatively. There are certain shelves where almost only men over 35 or dyed-in-the-wool perfumes reach. A sign with the word "New" told me that the fragrance in question could not be older than 3 years and since I didn't know Beau da Jour in the Signature version yet, I took the tester. The fact that the fragrance in question has been removed from the Private Blend range leaves me relatively cold, as in my opinion many of the fragrances tend to exaggerate in various ways.

Since Tobacco Vanilla and my vivid experience with a crazy gingerbread male who attacked me with cloves, I use the TF spray heads with care. A spray on the wrist, nose off, nose down and zack...there was my introduction to the brand Klosterfrau paired with shaving foam. An ethereal fougerig-minty shaving cream whip. We are in the 80s. I have a bowling evening of confessed men with voluminous chest hair and Adidas sweatbands before my eyes. But no, far from it. In my mind, I had only opened a false convent woman's drawer. The rosemary ethereal barbershop leg quickly becomes rounder and lavender gives it a certain subliminal, powdery feel without being too sweet or overdone. The start is loud, quite loud and skin scent fans like me will surely get sweaty hands at first, but calmly...everything is fine. Overdosed, the fragrance can become quite penetrating and annoying, as with many fragrances. At the latest when the patchouli amber base enters the barbershop, a great, adult but by no means old-fashioned fragrance is formed. The whole thing becomes softer and a little warmer without being too oppressive. Yes, this is how a male signature scent may smell to me.
I do not exclude the possibility of using a whole bag of scent molecule helpers, but I am not personally bothered by this, because in total it is very appropriately implemented.

That Antoine Maisondieu is behind the fragrance is not surprising. The spirit of the Bottega Veneta series is clearly recognizable here, although with a completely different character. Where some of the Bottegas became too much for me, I like to wear this one very much (even if it is carefully dosed)...and I would have expected this to be the last one.

Prin Lomros creates fragrances according to the motto: "The top note can give me a break". Ember already starts like some others I test smells in the middle of pleasure. Right in the middle of the colourful ball pool of rich notes.

The whole thing starts off with a spicy woody finish and a minimal nuance of Pronto furniture polish. Lightly stabbing the fun, brown, dense, massive. The first wow passes after a few minutes and lavender and rose flash through and let some air into the old wooden hut, creating a slightly metallic Beiton. The whole thing seems complex and britzelt something in the nostrils.

The lavender remains steadfast and is accompanied by some rosy ethereal accessories.
While I try to stay on the ball with the scent, a picture forms piece by piece.
It seems as if the individual components have ignited and form smoke filaments.
Once the base is found, I feel like I'm turning into an incense stick. I live in an Esoteerikshop and my neighbours are Mrs. Singing Bowl and Mr. Fragrance Oil.

In our shop time runs a little slower. There's no stress here. Only deeply relaxed people and DinDong sounds from small loudspeakers. When the door to the shop is opened, loud talk and car noise floods the shop and I wake up again.

I like to smell this fragrance very much. Now and then, at least. But I couldn't imagine wearing the whole thing in perfume! The only reason: A great meal at our favourite Thai restaurant. When one enters the restaurant, the guest is welcomed by a small shrine that smells exactly like Ember. There are smells that are great, but (for me) don't belong in flacons.

...is the movie template for the fragrance Oliver. Yes, I watched the film in OV, but I found that films are as much a matter of taste as perfume (no matter how well they were rated). At least I'm not including the 2h in the evaluation.

With Oliver, Prin Lomros has created an incredibly interesting and atypical fragrance. A fresh fragrance without many citric agents. A balancing act between lightness and the special.

Only in the direct opening do slightly citric elements flash up. It is rather the combination of apricot, quince and petitgrain that make up the fragrance for me. Without the fragrance pyramid I probably wouldn't have gotten to the fruit varieties, but yes that could actually fit. The whole thing is fresh, but has a slightly oily-sweet scent texture reminiscent of summer, sun, sea and beach. Light-heartedness and casualness, yet wearable for any occasion. Ambergris and tobacco play a clever, albeit subordinate, role here. Magnolia could be good too. The combination creates a fragrance that is somewhat abstract, by no means synthetic and from the ground up sympathetic. He has something of freshly washed laundry that hangs in the sun to dry and absolute feel-good atmosphere. You just want more of it and the scent makes me smile.

I could imagine that Tom Ford wouldn't have thrown so many light blue blue green turquoise sea neroli flankers on the market if he had succeeded with Oliver. Prin Lomros had an exact picture in front of his eyes and it is amazingly fitting and beautifully realized. Regardless of how I like the film, you can feel that he wanted to create a special fragrance with Oliver, which is probably close to his heart.

The 30ml bottles are simple and functional. The spraying unit is great. The Strangers I've tested are all very interesting and worth a look. I have rarely tested a series that comes along so uninfluenced with its own idea. Chapeau!

Funny quote from the packaging:
"...AVOID SPRAYING IN THE EYES. IF YOU NEED TEARS, PLEASE WATCH SAD MOVIE..." ;-)

From time to time during my time on Parfumo I had one of the Royal Exclusives under my nose, but nobody really got me excited about the first nose. The first test of Pure White Cologne was also pleasant, but not overwhelming. As with all fragrances, you have to consider your personal mood when testing them. I'll have to get Spice & Wood again for that.

The price of the series is beyond all reason.
Do you have to have the balls to buy a bottle like that? No, that's fine, but it certainly doesn't hurt!
As long as nobody gets damaged and only has to eat dry bread because of the purchase...no problem. In case of doubt, simply remove the gold-plated Creed-Plakete and exchange it for toast bread.
Yes, there is probably a Dupe that smells similar, but I don't care. For me, perfume is a passion that wants to be perceived with different senses. It starts with the idea and implementation of the creation, and in the best case goes on to the bottle, which I see when I open the scent cabinet, and on to the scent itself. I don't want to take any compromises here. I'd rather do without it completely.

When spraying on, I perceive Neroli, accompanied by lemon. Now Neroli is what keeps me personally from buying a fragrance and I am very happy that the impression immediately subordinates itself again.
It's a fresh yellow lemon I'm sensing. For lime not tangy green enough...just authentic lemon. A seamless transition in the opening is provided by the bulb with a slightly foral underlayed keynote. It could be jasmine mixing here in the third row.
Everything far from drowning out this airy, fruity, fresh impression. From the base dry, very light musk pushes through, which never lets the scent become too cuddly or warm
The bottom line is a fresh, white, discreet fragrance restaurant that surrounds the wearer unobtrusively and at the same time nobly.
It should not be louder for me, because otherwise it could tilt quickly (depending on the temperature) and be annoying. A good example for this would be Outrageous, whereby this one goes clearly more synthetic apple ways and does not want to be a Cologne.
Declared as men's fragrance, PWC is easy to wear for both genders. Even with malice aforethought, I cannot use a gender drawer.

I am looking forward to summer 2019 and am sure to have found another great fragrance companion with PWC. If someone speaks to me about my good smelling shampoo, it's OK ;-)