Flioline

That's a nice smell. I don't smell blackbird, no, it's a full-grown blackbird
With me, he's male. Which makes sense, since it's the male that sings so beautifully He's strong, he's a bit massive. The very highest fine fir tree top on which he sits and his aria is wobbling a little bit under his weight. Also in dignity he is weighty, our singer. In strength, gradually and quietly formed from experience. With me the Blackbird carrier is an older gentleman. One of stature. And of culture. Maybe he plays the clarinet? Or even saxophone. I believe in this older gentleman I would love Blackbird the perfume very much. (Especially with the clarinet.) I also like the smell very much, but I don't think I can transport the power that is inherent in it

In the beginning there is the berry. Clearly! Interestingly, Blackbird becomes a little softer, "sweeter", although not sweet, as the berry gradually recedes. Drops of resin soon steam up to the top of the stage under the evening sun and bathe Mr. Ams' singing intoxicatingly. Almost sacral then. His fir tree is the highest. There are leaves around it, even deeper bushes, even scratchy ones. Wood too. Something is smoky. Elemi-resin makes for a festive occasion. And every now and then, here and there, also later a fruity berry, these are then high notes on the scale. But he sings more down below; he can do that. Cedar, yes, too. Soil. Musk, ... when it gets dark

You see, this scent invites you to dream.

That was not my plan at all. (That's how many comments start, isn't it?) But this scent comes across as too bad in the ratings so far.
So bad, that after opening my sample letter post I asked myself, oops, why did I order this for testing?
The lesson: Don't take the evaluation points so seriously.
I find Mandarin Moon surprisingly just wonderful.

The Sillage is crass at the beginning, but quickly descending. At the very beginning, admittedly even a hint of space spray, uuh. At the beginning also a bit sweet, but that also calms down. With a wave of green. And mandarin is he, that already. (For a moment there was a hint of "Erfrischungsstäbchen" - do you still know it? Grandma always had them in the fridge. The coolness took away too much of the sweetness.) My grapefruit is subtle, just spicy. Vetiver gives seriousness, but the lightness remains. It blows... Soft and fresh at the same time. Fresh water. Something - what is it? - smells super like a swimming pool. (Sometimes I almost feel as if a miniature trace of chlorine is coming through. But I guess it's a memory track?) So sympathetic that I bought it spontaneously! Although I am neither fond of tangerines nor of swimming pools. Well, what do you know?

For me, Mandarin Moon is clearly a daytime scent, for sunny days. (I have also tried Mandarin Moon in the evening. That was not a good idea; somehow the procedure doesn't work out, at least for me :-)
Adhesive about 6h... I thought. At first. But then he came back after a pause. For just that long! This time with a little bit more "grubby" note, also this one I like. The sky is darker now, a nuance of uncontoured, grey, maybe even a little sepia... pleasant after such a day with a swimming pool memory. It's like tapping the towel off dry grass, packing my bag, finally some shade and a round of alone time. Is that the moon of the Mandarin? Nice

The fact that we are dealing with a natural scent gives us feel-good points once again.

#Swimming pool #100 percent nature