FloraSvecica

I have a distant aunt in Berlin who is now over 80. Incredibly educated, properly dressed, no polyester has ever touched her skin. Custom-made by a tailor she trusts. An old-school teacher. If anyone still remembers the film by Loriot Oedipussi- the protagonist's mother hits it spot on, though my aunt has 30 kg less on her hips.
As a young student, she always took me to the theater and the opera, because she assumed that I grew up in northern Germany, unfortunately, among completely cultureless peasants with pitchforks- her words!
When it went to the opera was always generously sprayed on the occasion opium, with an absolute matter of course and without batting an eyelid. That always totally blew my mind and I still have incredible respect for this woman. An absolute diva. The thing that has always been confusing for me is that this perfume has somehow suggested lived sexuality to me. There is nothing chaste, but rather lustful. And that didn't really fit my aunt at all, which brings us back to Oedipussi. My aunt has exactly one son and has been divorced for 40 years and her only roommate is a female! Cockatiel.
I have since tried to interpret this perfume differently, for the reason that this perfume is just incredibly well suited to my precocious aunt. It is an absolutely loud, complex, mysterious and despite the warm spiciness a in some stretches scary, aloof fragrance.
He has the last word and just always right. Now I am a woman, just over 40, who has decided at 40 that no one can unsettle me anymore and I also no longer comply with every wish. This started, by the way, with my sudden need for reading glasses. And yet I wonder if I have matured enough inside to have the courage to wear this fragrance.
My aunt says yes, and sent me an unopened vintage version, of which she says she has as many bottles as Chanel costumes- and there are quite a few!

A few days ago the specimen arrived, kindly it was a whole 5 ml, which should now last for an eternity after a single test.
The shelf life and silage is 20.
I then applied the scent discreetly! before dinner. It didn't take a minute until my husband said: "It smells so strangely here, somehow like an old cupboard or library. I found that quite interesting before, kept a low profile. The middle one suddenly said: where are the sausages, it smells of sausage water. The smallest one thought that it smelled of charred wood, as if the neighbour was burning his branches and leaves and then extinguishing them afterwards. Her little daughter turned up her nose. I asked her if she could put it into words. Nope, I'm hitting puberty!
After I revealed the secret, my husband said: he reminds me of an English gentlemen's club, old books, leather ear-back chairs, with a glass of whisky and a red-hot ciggare on a mahogany table. That with extinguishing chimney fire and bad chimney exhaust.
I found that to be very differentiated.
One can ask oneself: how can something like that smell good, why would one want to wear it?!
For me the fragrance starts fresh, slightly citric and there is a subtle, warm and dark sweetness right from the start, which is then immediately enveloped by a dark spicy smoke. I don't take leather so much, but I guess I have to try harder. The smoke remains and in the end is the only one present. Softened by soft vanilla.
This scent is addictive, maybe because the scent lulls you. Bees are also calmed down by smoke so that they do not attack the beekeeper.
Conclusion: the sample is already used up and the fragrance must be ordered!

Since I was actually a late bloomer in puberty and also in other ways, I only got to know Loulou at the beginning of the 90s. Until then, I had no idea that there was such a thing as perfume at all. This may be because I spent most of my childhood in the tropics and subtropics and was generally known only as a bush baby. Now there were TVs and commercials, which I found totally ridiculous at the time, because who buys a product just for the sake of advertising? But when Loulou floated across the screen (which I actually remember as a blonde) the 1st world with all its decadence and consumerism had me on the hook.
This lady expressed elegance and youthful freshness, but only at first sight. When she breathes her : Oui c'est moi at the end, one knows that this lady is a disreputable slut. Anyway, that's how I interpreted it. So the fragrance had to be tested and, as expected, it totally killed me. No matter, I wanted it, it reminded me of the frangipani flowers in my childhood (I know they are not in there). That narcotic, exuberant scent I knew about. When we went in the 10th grade for 3 weeks to exchange students, my host mother gave me this perfume (with the hope I would come back and marry her son). On the ile de Ré there was a big farewell party where of course people danced and I sprayed Loulou for the first time, probably too much. In any case, I was invited to dance by a handsome, amazingly tall French boy. And at some point he asked: Do fait embrasser? Sure, I think hugging's okay. But somehow I must have slept in French class, in any case I had those huge lips on me - disgusting was my first thought and the 2nd Loulou is to blame. My girlfriend was totally jealous, so I gave the perfume away right away. Now I think I wasn't ready for Loulou then, no wicked femme fatale. I would like to sniff that again, for the wicked, suggestive there are more subtle scents today. I should have known: I dedicate my first comment to Loulou...