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This perfume caught my attention with its appearance, - it looks like a pebble perched on top of another pebble. Such a bottle will surely adorn any perfume cabinet. And of course, its complex, rich fragrance pyramid got me interested in it.

The fusion of many components in Fusion sacrée obscur, sounds very harmonious, like a melody - each note flows smoothly into each other. Its balsamic waves, flowing in the air, seem unattainable and achingly beautiful...
A scattering of spices and caramel-sweet-salty notes with a distinct celery-cardamom aroma make it exceptional and authentic.

I can't say that summer is its best season. In my opinion, it will show itself in all its glory in the fall and winter. I will keep my sharing bottling safe until the time comes. ;)

Fusion Sacree is sublime in character, - celery as a fragrance note should not irritate you! It is by no means commonplace, but... how can I say that here? ...

He is an absolutely unisex fragrance, and is definitely worth testing!

Allessandro Gualtieri, has decided to create a new Nasomatto fragrance after reading the book, "MOSCOW PETUSHKI". This belongs to the underground literature of the Soviet era by the Russian writer Venedict Erofeev and is a pseudo-autobiographical work by an alcoholic about alcoholics and alcohol.
Very colorfully written, philosophical, with a lot of details depicting the aesthetics of alcoholism. The main character of the book advises how to make cocktails out of drugs, beer, cologne and nail polish. Mainly men drink anything that can intoxicate them: from shoe polish to cheap eau de toilette.

Did Gualtieri intend perfume-drinking to make degraded men more comfortable??? History is silent on that.

Baraonda is an alcoholic aroma, but its theme is based on much nobler drinks: whisky and port.
Whisky says goodbye pretty soon, though, giving way to a sweet and rich port in whose aroma I can trace nuances of dried apples and plums. The woody part of the composition is inseparable from the wine and continues it. It develops the motif of a wine barrel and brings a warm and slightly animalic tone, again supported by ambroxan.
The best part of the scent doesn't have much staying power and disappears from my wrist after about 4 hours. In the base remains sweet-fruity-woody tone, which is barely noticeable after 6 hours of spraying.

Conclusion:
Baraonda is inferior to the slut - China White, which is much kinkier and more attractive to me.

I would like to thank IrisNobile, who sent me a sample of Baraonda

Once upon a time, there was a good old time when me and my husband, were salsa dance students.

There was a solo dancer in our dance group who didn't have a steady dance partner and always stepped in as a guest dancer on request when a lady was left without a partner.
Of course, not everyone can come to the training spontaneously, because you have to get ready and show up on time for class. Our dancer, I will call him Thomas, was addicted to alcohol and not always sober in the course, which he carefully tried to hide and always sucked some kind of sweets or pastilles to cover his alcohol smell.

So, as is common in dance classes, after learning a dance figure, the dance instructor gives the command to switch partners. This is to train the leading and being led. This is not always pleasant, I have to admit, as in the case with Thomas, when he stood in front of me and offered me his sweaty hands. He had sweaty hands that trembled slightly, his shirt was also wet from sweating and although he had showered and perfumed himself beforehand, he gave off such a strange smell of his body and perfume that mixed with the smell of his menthol pastilles and in addition there was also the smell of alcohol....

I smell this "fragrance composition" ;) in III-IV Tango.

At the start, cannon shot of cardamom-cumin-patchouli-menthol mixture, at which my memories of Thomas awake! Menthol is not in the pyramid at all, but I perceive him. Only with a lot of patience do I endure the initial spicy phase and only rarely sniff my wrist. But I have to think over and over again nostalgically of our dance class. Sigh!

Only after 3 hours I can enjoy the floral amber, which delivers a great performance together with benzoin. I am enveloped by a delicate fragrance aura, with which I spend remaining 6 hours. Leather and pepper takes my sense of smell was not.

For some, this fragrance is an olfactory orgasm, for me it is indeed an olfactory association.

Dear Antje, thank you for the sample and the painful associations. :-*

Vanilla in this fragrance manifested in all its anticulinary beauty.
This one is dusty green, not at all sweet, woody, with a juniper-jasmine-patchouli accord, velvety smoke, and with the enveloping spices. The scent progression of My Vanilla changes constantly: first it pours me alcohol into the wooden vessel, then it smokes labdanum and gives out awenig pepper, passes into the inert resins and spices, then the scent settles on the skin and becomes delicate...
Juniper berries and clove in harmony with vanilla remain present until the end... A very extraordinary melange of vanilla and its smoky-spicy companions!

I realize that it's not the vanilla in the fragrance that is glorious, but the whole bouquet.

And again, I think that My Vanilla is a perfume that one wears not simply to smell nice, but to communicate with as one would with an art object.

A brilliant Swiss perfumer - Andy Tower, who works with aromatic ingredients, like Raphael with his immortal works in his time, continues to tell the story of an exciting journey to Morocco and the Sahara with his perfume, which began with the first fragrance - L'AIR DU DÉSERT MAROCAIN, released in 2005.

Au Coeur du Désert captivates me from the first notes on - resinous green, woody-tangy note that reminds me of freshly sharpened pencils, deep and enchanting, highlighted by a delicious nut liqueur chord. Gradually honey and spicy tones flow into this desert sonata, accompanied by intoxicating labdanum, which for me smells slightly floral in the heart of the fragrance. I suspect that the fragrance has a distinctive note of cashmere wood, soaked in camel milk, for example, which completes this unique composition.

Luxurious, rich, infinitely aesthetic, aristocratic, purebred, voluminous, unforgettable - such epithets hit every drop on my skin, and I still haven't had enough of it!

I like the heart of the desert more, although the first fragrance also deserves maximum attention and endless enthusiasm.
Au Coeur du Desert is for me like a warm conversation with an old Bedouin, who mixes ancient wisdom with soft songs by the fire in the melodic beat of a wet tambourine...

Here we are dealing with a work that even the most severe perfumery critics, without exaggeration, describe as unique.