GGaukeley

Hedwig the Snowy Owl came into the public eye in 1991.

At that time, her creator J.K. Rowling provided her with a young student of magic. From then on, the two had countless adventures in several world-famous novels.

She was indefatigable and always dutifully on duty in the postal service throughout much of Great Britain. To her young companion she was always a faithful friend and comforter in times of loneliness.

Her violent and senseless death in 1997 at the dastardly hands of a Death Eater was, for her many fans, one of the most dramatic scenes in the novels. May this beautiful and majestic white owl remain forever in the hearts of her readers young and young at heart.
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Snowy Owl is the first fragrance from Zoologist that I tested. I was expecting something very conceptual but not very wearable in everyday life. Ever since I read Snow in the Pyramid, I've been pondering what snow actually smells like. Fresh, definitely, clear and cold. But what does cold smell like? There I am already before the next problem.

Snowy owls live in the tundra and there is permafrost. Sometimes the top layer thaws, then it becomes really nice and wet and swampy. The fragrance captures this amazingly well. It starts out fresh, cold and earthy. Not that I-bury-in-the-grave patchouli earthy, but fresh earth with ice crystals in it. They come from the mint and stay there too, for hours.

That said, I also smell thaw, with a lot of green. I think that's where the stems of the snowdrops are thawing. Very much more course does not develop on me, only at the very end, so after 6 - 7 hours, comes a slight sweetness to it. Just a hint, barely perceptible. Maybe she cuddles there in her nest.

Something animalistic I can not find in the fragrance, neither civet nor captured lemmings, the main food of snowy owls. Luckily no coco in my place either, they'd struggle to grow in the cold.

Does the fragrance meet the theme? For me, quite clearly yes.

Is the fragrance wearable? But certainly! Maybe not every day and also not for the big appearance, but if you have the need for coolness and clarity he is optimal.

Useless side note: In the Harry Potter movies, Hedwig was portrayed by male owls, as female snowy owls do not have pure white plumage.

When I was a child, there was an annual competition between my father and my uncle at Christmas for the most beautiful Christmas tree.

While we had a fir tree every time, my uncle's house had a spruce tree every year. Both trees were splendidly and affectionately decorated and my uncle always used much time on it extra still branches and Zweiglein to attach additionally into holes drilled for it around the tree more fullly to let work. At the spruce hung also always tinsel, which was already frowned upon with our fir in the 70s.

On Christmas Day now traditionally came my uncle with family to us, big hello, gifts were exchanged, coffee, punch and cookies. The tree was admired, great, so straight grown and "fat", and how the smells, madness! And then every year the sentence from the Loriot sketch came grinning from my uncle: "There used to be more tinsel!"

On Boxing Day then always took place our return visit, big hello, coffee, beer and snack. The tree was admired. The comments of my father were always about so: Bit crooked he is already... There he has but quite a gap... Ui, the nadelt already... Who did not know the two would have considered that as quite tactlessness, we grinned at us and knew that it was the usual Frotzeleien between brothers who liked each other very much.

With Soul of the Forest, that childhood memory comes back to me. I grew up near the woods, almost every farm in the neighborhood had a piece of "woods", that is, a forest plot. There was also a state forest nearby. The fir tree in the living room at Christmas was beautiful and smelled very good, but compared to the trees and smells outside in the real big forest, it always seemed small and a bit intentional. Not to mention my uncle's spruce ;)

Soul of the Forest has a similar effect on me. Unmistakable fir, wood, resin, something earthy. But rather as if a tree has been standing in the warm living room for a long time and becomes dry. Or standing next to a pile of logs that have been there for a while on a cool day in the forest. That smells really good, but does not embody the soul of the forest for me.
A bit I must also criticize the weak sillage. At me, the fragrance after an hour is already very close to the skin what I find a bit of a shame. Nevertheless, I absolutely recommend a test if you are looking in the direction of "forest fragrance".

A few days ago we unexpectedly came across Macbeth with Michael Fassbender in the leading role while zapping aimlessly on TV. How this congenial film adaptation of the Shakespeare drama could completely pass me by for five years is a mystery to me - since my childhood I have been a great lover of Scotland and the Middle Ages in general and a fan of witches in particular.

It hasn't happened for a long time that a film has literally taken me like this, taken me on a journey in fantastic pictures through a landscape that is harsh and mystical and yet you can't escape it. Took me into an age full of wars and bloody battles, which today is often seen from an overly romantic perspective. And taken into a story full of magic, ambition and betrayal that ends bitterly for most of the people involved as well as Macbeth and his lady herself.
What has always fascinated me most about history are the three witches and their prophecies. Even if today it is disputed whether they are witches at all or whether they are just manifesting evil forces - how they dance around their cauldron and brew the soup from which the spirits rise to answer Macbeth's ominous questions I see them before me figuratively: Three sisters, strange, old and unreal, not of this world and yet real. And as I dance with them I suddenly remember my little bottling Coven. Of course, a coven, that was these three

I had tested the fragrance several times a while ago, and the thought of forest was always in the back of my mind, since here on Parfumo the forest reference is mentioned in almost every comment. I'm talking about the most authentic forest here, the only true one, the one without a spruce needle foam bath, the mystical green deciduous forest in the mist... It's a big mistake to test a fragrance with such expectations, I predict here now completely unambiguously. Because every time I wore Coven I was somewhere in the forest, but not in mine. My forest and its scent are hard to describe and if I should find it I will let you know.
Today I wore coven again and I was thinking about witches. Witches can meet anywhere, it doesn't have to be a forest. It could be the Scottish moors, a gloomy moor, or an apartment in New York. Which I think is the closest thing to an apartment witch using coven. Because it smells like what city folk probably imagine the forest smells like. I don't think Coven is bad at all, yes, it's bitter green and moist and earthy, which I actually like very much. And it goes absolutely in the right direction, but unfortunately just before I dive into the dark forest with it it turns off and becomes vanilla, which bothers me a lot. VANILLE! If there is a sweet smell of decay somewhere in the woods I know. That is not nice, but it would fit much better into the forest in terms of scent. The New York witch, however, would be very disturbed by this and would probably prefer vanilla.

If I could recognize the whisky with a slight salt or smoke note that is mentioned here several times, the scent would have got 9 points from me. Also the witches on the storm-whipped Scottish heath would have rather tipped a shot into the cauldron instead of flavouring the brew with vanilla.

So my search for the forest and witch scent continues, but I will still wear Coven sometimes. Maybe on colder days the sweetness in me doesn't come out that way, maybe he will be my companion in autumn, when the kettle is boiling and the cat meows three times.

I like creamy scents very much, I feel mostly cultivated-elegant with it even if I lie in the old T-shirt on the couch.

Sun cream on the other hand... I have real problems with that and usually sniff out something rancid that smells like old, spoiled cosmetic products. As a country child of the 70's I don't associate sun cream with summer, sun, beach and sea - my parents never went on holiday to the sea let alone that I knew someone in my environment who would have used sun protection at all

And so the question "creamy or sun creamy" decides with me between being and not being.
On Vicolo Fiori I was very excited because of the beautiful comments here and because I've been looking for a fresh flower scent for a long time and was really delighted when he fluttered into my house as a loving addition to a sharing post.

After some testing I can now at least say: I don't smell sun cream, it becomes slightly creamy in the course of time.
For me it's mainly soapy, and quite strong in the beginning. So strong that it takes some time until I find the flowers at all, tangerine and peach I can't make out. It is also not a flower freshness like on the early summer morning, for me the flowers have already reached the hot afternoon or hang to dry in tufts in the lane, almost a bit herbaceous.
The iris floats above everything, the other base notes do not come to the fore with me so strongly.

I will test Vicolo Fiori in any case as EDT, the EDP could not convince me so completely. He's definitely well done, but not really what I was looking for.
By the way, the Sillage seems to be quite good, Mr. Gaukeley could see it at a distance of about two meters, although I myself found him rather very close.

Well, Goldea, now we're sitting here. We need to talk, you said. Hmm... We've been together for exactly a year now. I saw you the winter before, on vacation at the airport. Your bottle was so sexy, black, elegant and curvy. And your name was so promising: The Roman Night! Ok, I've never been to Rome before, but I imagine the nights there hot and romantic, a little wicked and mysterious.

Yes, my mistake, I admit it. A few months later you made me an offer I couldn't refuse, 20% on sale! I already knew a few relatives from your honourable family and so you moved in with me. On our first date we were with the Spaniard, you shouldn't do that with a proud Roman woman. After an hour you were gone and I was sitting there alone.

The second time I took you to the Public Viewing, I thought every Italian is into football! Yes, I know that Italy wasn't at the World Cup at all, but Germany wasn't at the World Cup at that time either! You've left me sitting there soon enough. Once I tried it with you, romantic dinner at the Italian restaurant, no idea what you didn't like, anyway you disappeared faster than a mugger!

Oh, that night it was just too hot for you, yeah, sure. You know what, Goldea? I don't think you're a scent at all. What do you mean, you never said that? What's your name? All right, you can't help him. You're right about that. It comes from the jasmine that blooms at night and from the peony and musk that are black here, but for me do not smell very different than the light variant. The very sweet prelude comes then probably from the mulberry and I thought already you smear me honey around the mouth.

Maybe we just don't fit together. Oh, you think so too? Because I once said you smell so much better on my blouse than on myself? Not so sweet and a bit pompous but much more tender, flowery creamy, really beautiful, sigh.
Do you think we should try again together? Maybe on your clothes during the day, when it's not so warm? Okay, and then we'll talk about it again!