Fleur

Nahaiiiiiin...not the Swiss! So the bottle of cough syrup with the primal power of the herbs has not been absorbed here, as I had feared after reading previous comments. But what I perceive very strongly is incense...in the background a very slight sweetness...probably the described ylang-ylang...The vanilla lets greet at best and goes down in the weight of the wood...With Patchouliful from the house Laboratorio Olfattivo I had start-up difficulties at the beginning, meanwhile he is one of my favourites, which I no longer want to miss. Alkemia was a temptation, but I think he'll stay that way. After a short time I only notice the patch, until on the way there it is too much incense and wood for me. On the other hand, the Alambar from the same house makes me conciliatory. Lovably I received a sample, which I found much more pleasant to sniff at...test follows. The dear incense and I will probably no longer become real friends in this life...too much of it in Alkemi for me. Who likes it certainly has a lot of joy with this fragrance!

Sprayed on... since then, I can't let my nose off my wrist. This fragrance docks directly where it tingles, crackles and sparks. A scent for the night of all nights...the memory of the night of all nights or the hope of the night of all nights...a scent like a thought of the beloved...or the worst. Jean Jacques has created an elixir that enchants and enchants its wearer. It's too bad to leave it to the gentlemen. I had very carefully ordered a 5ml bottling. This will certainly become a vial

I can't really explain or understand this scent...I smell a very unpleasant mixture of old leather, perhaps something like incense and a note I don't know, which I almost find a bit pungent and biting. The patch is almost imperceptible, even though it is said to be one of the patch scents par excellence. I miss camphor, which I usually like to smell, completely. Nothing warm, "earthy" and pleasant that I would otherwise associate with patchouli and nothing cool, "cold" as would be expected from camphor. I did not find the great Bornéo 1834, which is praised for a lot of money. Too bad. And although I only drove with the lid of the atomizer over my wrist, the smell could not be washed away...fatally, as I was allowed to notice

This scent catapults into unimagined spheres...warm summer rain on the skin, samba pa ti in the background, open hair, turning in the wind, barefoot dancing on warm ground...so much and much more...it floods its wearer in an incredible way...I wanted patchouli and got patchouli....one escapes from everyday life,...until the moment... "HERE RIGHT IT TO FAULIGER PFLANZE"...and the moment was over...a nagging colleague who demonstratively folded her face to the size of a sardine can to announce her displeasure to the whole world. Conclusion: For some people this fragrance is too powerful, too impulsive, too big to understand. For my unfortunate colleague just a "stinker"...the rest of the world will love him for exactly what he is. Patchouli...what else...

Purple rain on the ears, weekend, ...the week's been a busy one. Then I close my eyes, and there's this fragrance...on my blouse, on my neck,...I turn, open my eyes, take a deep breath of it...a warm, contented and soothing feeling that sets in. Calm down, relax, enjoy...and I notice happily and contentedly that I made the right choice this morning...the Javanese is like a warm, pulsating breeze that covers you...a downer in the true sense of the word. A patch that woman has never smelled on a man before. And I ask... "where have you been all this time"...and I pick the next song and think to myself, "I won't let you go"...By the way, my first and only men's fragrance so far! And I notice that it also has feminine facets that I really like.