Hirondelle

Currently I am testing myself through the series of AL and I have to say if they are one, then they are different. The question is always, how do we actually want to smell? Do we want the fragrance to merge with our own in a harmonious way? Shall we surprise them? Do you want to take a chance? Are we looking for THE signature scent or are we looking for something that we have not yet published? How does a feminine scent smell like a masculine scent and who actually determines it? Do we want to smell good for ourselves or should our partner love this fragrance? I'm currently learning that I want to become more independent of my partner's preferences for a perfume I'm wearing (how are you doing?). Of course I don't want to stink in his perception, but he can also learn to endure, that I try myself in this and that direction and understand myself as a person, for whom it must vote for oneself concerning scents. This may sound strange and obvious, but for me it wasn't always (how is it for you?) This is the third in a row I'm testing, but the first I'm going to comment on.

But now to Grimoire:

Perception.
The fragrance initially appears dark essence black, but not as black as l'eau scandaleuse (one could speak of fifty shades of black). At first quite obscure darkness, as if the eyes (or noses) have to get used to it. After a certain time the different shades emerge, want to be conquered and then be seen more and more. The name fits wonderfully, the composition is balanced and radiates a clarity that fascinates me. The picture of a fairytale forest still lying in the dark is apt, the magic plants meander around one, the scents mentioned are well smellable. In the dark small lights appear more strongly, in the head/heart note this smell is best. Green and above all already fast wonderfully mossy (tip on oakmoss), woody in the heart, as soon as the sun slowly irradiates the forest and paints the first shadows. At daybreak the fascinating slowly disappears, the goblin-like, the scent becomes calm, a leather base melting with the skin remains, the world becomes again more human, more normal, more pleasing, as if nothing had happened and yet you know, the last night was magical.

A piece by Schumann comes to my mind, some of the verses fit very well to the effect or the scent:

In the shade of the forest, in the beech branch,
it stirs and rustles and whispers at the same time.
The flames flicker, the glow
around colourful figures, around leaves and rocks.
(...)
Then they are tired of the nightly rows.
The beeches rush into slumber them.
And the banished from the happy homeland,
they see in their dreams the happy land.

But as the morning awakens in the east,
go out the beautiful formations of the night,
it scares the mule at the beginning of the day,
pull away the shapes, who tells you where?

From gypsy life, op. 29/ 3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPzYHSihrKs

Effect.
At first, the scent seems rather masculine to me, so I asked my husband to let me gently pollinate him with it. I was all over the place and would have loved to have my nose pinned on. It smelled so different, dark, as I imagine the scent of ebony, as if an oud base could already be smelled. Unfortunately, he didn't share my enthusiasm, "too much incense." Too bad. I followed the process on my skin and was surprised, quite wearable for women, because gradually a certain warmth and softness can be sniffed out (I am just noticing how much stereotypes emerge there). If the scent had remained so raven-black, I could not have imagined it in me, because I do not see myself so gloomy.

Back to my questions at the beginning: In psychology we assume that every personality consists of many different parts, which can be contradictory to each other or, in my opinion, complementary to each other. It is the same for me with the "usability" of this fragrance. When I smell a fragrance, I am curious to see which part (or question) it will fit, depending on the head/heart/basic stage and more masculine or more feminine effect. As a woman I can say for myself:
Top note: a very surprising effect, rather bitter, dark, mossy. Daring because of stronger and black Sillage. For a performance for which you want to be strong internally and need a clear head, but also a good portion of self-confidence is a prerequisite.
Heart note: signature scent potential, balanced, woody, more human. Harmony with myself.
Base note: Portable, no longer surprising, pleasing (a bit too much).
My husband liked heart/base note about me, but I guess he wouldn't call a hooray if I used it more often.

Total:
I think it's going to be a scent I'm going to keep stroking around, smelling it from time to time, seeing what happens. Already a very good overall impression, I was surprised to see that only one user possesses this fragrance (on what is the rating "Grimoire is a popular fragrance" based?!) I would like to encourage you to try it out and let it have an effect on you. Maybe I'll get him, too, but it'll take time.
Away pull the shapes who tells me where?

I like to be seduced by flacons, even though for years I sniffed past fragrances that are so characteristic for me today. This bottle made my heart beat faster as a big fan of Art Nouveau. Wonderful, this opulence...
First I tested HB on a strip of paper and found this fragrance stunning. White, musk, creamy-powdery. A sweetness without being too sweet. The first reaction on my skin surprised me. You have to like Heliotrop (the good news: you can learn it). At first I find it almost pungent, almost medical, but little by little a wonderful creaminess appears, the piercing remains due to rather robust marzipan splinters (in bitter chocolate mind you), for a long time I cannot decide whether this is pleasant or not.
After a never-ending symphony (Mahler sends his greetings), the fragrance calms down, becomes gentle, body-hugging, and a whole olfactory back and forth, as water lily described it unsurpassably. It reminds me now also strongly of Kenzo Amour, some notes have both scents in common (heliotrope, musk, rice powder/steam), whereby KA for me comes along more one-dimensional and somewhat sweeter, but lasts clearly longer. HB reminds me of my wedding dress, which snuggled up with delicate lace, flowing tulle without too much fuss, but which I wore only one day. Such a wedding day (in time lapse) is also HB and unfortunately it flies away faster than the hem of the wedding dress gets dirty. Nevertheless he has crept in with me and I like to fetch the little sample now and then, as well as my dress

I want to start and I'm so surprised that I really don't have the words! Sometimes life (or the wonderful people in it) leads us to unusual places that were previously reserved for us, but which - how could it be any different - can still be remembered by their smell despite a short stay, carve themselves into their own wood, become part of one, in connection with the memory of this person. I was fourteen or fifteen, and an old building door opened! She took me to the violin maker (as a child I thought of a farm with loud violins in the stable), on the way we listened to the radio in a dark green Ford Fiesta and she let me guess the composers. All this time, immersing yourself in the scent of wood, colophony dust against the light, wood coming to life. She just wanted to do a little something there. But this smell of resin, any tincture, which should stink, but enchanted me with all its amber tones. So is this perfume. It smells as if I was breathing warmly on the wood of my cello or as if the sun was filling its own odour in the room. At that time it was a violin maker, but after a few minutes this perfume develops into a gentle, amber-like perfume, the incense made me almost devout, no, it must be my own violin maker, too round, too feminine (although quite wearable for a man!). A wonderful composition, how fitting that I am unpacking my cello again just these days and its gentle resinous smell rises to my nose again, my dear good old and faithful friend. This amber scent makes me dream, so much happens so unbelievably, suddenly and unexpectedly. My God, I'm so glad there is such a thing

I want to want to like you! But wanting to like is not enough... I have a problem that also extends to other Chanel fragrances (e.g. Allure), please tell me what is happening here. After a pleasant prelude and after several sniffings something sticks to my mouth (yes! in my mouth!!) like too old caramel au beurre salé on the upper palate. Like a clothesline between the ears (unfortunately without having added washing powder), it tastes (yes! tastes!!) musty, sticky, so I can't stand it anymore! Does anyone else feel the same way? Recently I had to get up at night to scrub off the paste (plus mouth rinse afterwards, because of the caramel washing line on the palate). It makes me so sad because I have the feeling that I am somehow denied the good, the beautiful of the fragrance. Perhaps a beautiful scent, which I would like to sniff at others, but for a scent, which I want to dig myself into, with which I want to "sleep" as if it were part of my soul (or would give it for a certain time what it lacks), that is not possible for me with this one. Like a hopeful encounter that suddenly becomes unpleasant and makes me want to get out of my skin. Too bad. Or to put it pathetically, it's just like some people: Those that don't do you any good should be let go as soon as possible.

We know what it's like.. For years you always scurry past it, something happens to whom you smell it and you ask yourself... now it's time for us... it hasn't been for years. The time had yet to come. And finally she's here. Since half a year I am finally mum, and then immediately of twins... a time which I would describe as "beautiful". ... wonderful things are nearest the most difficult, sometimes it is so difficult and then suddenly again incredibly beautiful... so a time hard of miracles. When I gave my little one the bottle again the other night, I was not so creased at all but somehow like inside wrapped in cashmere. Wrapped in Poême. Warm, soft, somehow at home, in my perception, this fragrance is rather unchanging in its course, heavy due to its consistency and somehow indestructible, always there, familiar, cosy, balm on the soul. Like certain things that used to be done in the same way, which wasn't boring, but on the contrary gave security. Spraying the scent again in the evening, he gently steps into his nose as Antoine peacefully empties his bottle. That's how I want to smell for my boys, finally our time has come. And now, first golden September days, he is finally my:)... nice that you exist!