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As usual with Amouage, the dose makes the poison. A spray from diagonally above is quite enough, then tighten. Starts sweet and yet almost a little garish, owed the white bloomers. But the demanded softness is delivered afterwards. The honey gradually takes over and it becomes a conciliatory jasmine honey, which, as usual with Amouage, lasts all day.
Used too much, it is an intrusive, shrill, unpleasant fragrance to which even the environment reacts quickly. There are nuances that are forgiven even with other personal taste, rather. Ornamental fish or aquatic, for example. Journey isn't. It can cause nausea and is highly dependent on dosage and external dimensions.
It's warm? No Journey. Working with people? No Journal. ..Unless you use it according to the above.g. instructions in the morning at 5 and do not have to be in the office until 9. Because then you might have someone come up to you in the tea room and ask, pleasantly intrigued, what that scent is. Journey is special, Journey stands out.
I'm about to meet a friend for a walk. It's cold, we have Lockdown and the end of the year, there is always such a dear melancholy spreads with me. Journal's moving in. She's gonna put on her coat and scarf. I'm sure she'll like it. I'll probably report back

Starts bright, but don't let it unsettle you. The fragrance becomes classic, velvety, heavy without weighing down, elegant. No song, one piece, more than the sum of its parts. Something new, my own.
The prelude is too bright for me, that is often so and so I decide to wait. From Tom Ford I know Velvet Orchid and Sahara Noir. Real Wumser with high concentration, but which also have unmistakable peculiarity. Self-confident, strong fragrances that don't care if they are liked or not out of arrogance or dominance - they are simple. That's about what I expect from No.3 and I'm curious what it is.
A garish start, almost like a white bloomer, but I hardly think the term, already it does not fit so right. Something sweet wobbles past, alternating with the top note and something leathery. Leather poppy. Suede poppy. Sniffing, I stick to my arm. You can indulge in this fragrance. One smells how much one cannot smell, perceive and is impressed, seeks, wants more.
He reminds me of Cuir de russie, not a sister, but it could be a cousin. Creamy, soft, elegant, multi-layered. Noir the Noir can also do what only special scents can do. It moves like the filling of a lava lamp..sometimes a little cloud of poppy, sometimes vanilla, something chocolaty, something warm-blooded..rose poppy..poppy rose..creamy, delicate poppy rose leather, oriental. If you want to test him, give him 2 hours. Let him breathe before you look, make contact.
This fragrance is rapturous, in a positive way. He makes beautiful. Maybe someday I can tell you what it is.

I wander through a shopping center with dozens of shopping bags and have long since reached the point where my brain rattles down the missing things and I can no longer tell what is actually already in the bags I carry around. A break would only make it worse, because I'm tired, mutating more and more into a stone and wouldn't be able to relax with the prospect of having to go up again. From the escalator I discover rituals and decide to stick my nose in for a moment.
Just a quick check of what's right at the entrance.
At the entrance stands Hammam Secret and only a sniff at the bottle sends peace, clarity and comfort to my synapses. The woods give something warm, spicy, in my head starts quiet relaxationplingplong.
I'll look around. Bags still there, chattering customers still there, me still there. But different. Unleashed. A sprayer. Actually, I avoid mint stories, don't like toothpaste smells, but this is sauna infusion, being with yourself, pushing the other one aside instead of being pushed. Heaven is a spa, and anyone who's ever been to a wellness temple knows it. After the infusion, the shower comes here too. The aquatic gives me even a tired rag an illusion of freshness and so, since nobody gives me a fleece bathrobe, I tap my bags and the bodymist to the checkout.
I'm already looking forward to tonight when, after everything is done, I'll be lolling on the bed with the new books. The one with a small dose of Hammam Secret will be perfect.

Maybe I'm disturbed, but a funny shower gel note lasts till the end. I just dare to write this now. Does anyone know the Barbas from 40 years ago?
Otherwise, yes, dry powder and light flowers, but what remains is above all creamy vanilla musk, with this strange note in the background. Who does not have this disturbance, knows the gently creamy departure, so or so similarly, also from other Irisparfums. That's nice, but it's not the burner for me

This morning when I was applying it, I thought it was nice. Blossoms and irises and what was I gonna wrap up now? My head off into the morning and work crowd. Now, almost 9 hours later, I am impressed by his rather harsh, special kind

That I still smell something at all, betrays also the good durability.
Fascination at second glance, I am impressed, what remains after hours is skin-close, buttery soft, slightly sweet & slightly tart almond. On the skin still minimally flowery. On clothes one sniffs more of the delicate leather. The usual vanilla pudding note, more or less sweet, which often crosses your path with this scent, is completely absent here. I like this mix of creaminess, powder and leather.
Whether it will be love, I don't know yet. That's not Alaia's fault. I've never seen that station wagon before.
If you like leather and want to test powder, you should try it, if you like harsher notes, also.