Mydarkflower

"So that he can get used to the smell."

This joke, which caused a lot of laughter in my family a few years ago and which is now part of the internal news of the family analogs, is the first (and frankly the only) joke I can think of about Hindu Grass.

I know that the term "opa-/Omaduft" is frowned upon here, but that's exactly what it is for me - and I don't mean that in a positive sense.

It may be due to my age (born 1980) or my origin (GDR), but when I was a child/teenager, grandpa smelled like this.
It must have been a shaving lotion I didn't know, available everywhere, because perfume wasn't worn at that time and practically every older gentleman smelled so bitter, herbaceous, somehow animalistic and slightly soiled.

I can literally see "Present 20" suits and sliding caps in front of me, hear my grandpa and his garden neighbours argue loudly in the deepest Saxon and can smell how they sweat under this aftershave in midsummer.

Together with the here extraordinary gothic patchouli (and actually I love patchouli) the above mentioned joke with Hindu grass gets an additional olfactory dimension.

For God's sake I don't want to offend anyone here, but are there really people who want to smell like a half buried old man in a plastic suit from the deepest Saxony?
For me absolutely unimaginable and Hindu grass unwearable

With this I would like to make amends, because I have now tested Bal Musqué once again, the same bottling that caused my giant tearing.

I don't know what went up my nose, but now, 2 years later, I can't understand at all what I smelled at that time.

Well, this powder soap impression still exists in the first hour, but only if I hold my nose exactly to my skin.
But the cloud that blows up to me is wonderfully soft and sweet.
Afterwards it smells of a still warm cherry almond particle fresh from the baker and thus it remains also a considerable time.
After about 6 hours the cherry has disappeared, but the smell of baked goods is still there, very delicate, warm and soft.

I want to apologize for doing this really beautiful perfume so wrong.
I deleted the old comment, but leave it in the new one below, so that you know what I apologize for.




The statement says it already - in the first half hour it is by far the worst perfume I have ever smelled.

Rancid gall soap is the first thing that reaches my nose - thick and swirling.
Sticky as paste crawling over my arm.

Obviously, a hospital is also thoroughly cleaned here, because the smell of disinfectant slowly joins the bile soap, as does the slight whiff of sweat (no, no fresh sweat...) and bed linen that has to be changed.

A sweaty patient in a disinfected, "freshly" scrubbed hospital chews tonsils while someone re-covers the bed.

The stay is over, the no longer-patient climbs, still evaporating, into the next train and first of all goes to the toilet.
When washing his hands he notices that powder soap from the soap dispenser with the turning thing underneath actually still comes from anno dunnemals.

All the way home he has the powdery smell of soap in his nose and he picks the almond remains from his teeth.

I can't even put it into words how horrible I find this perfume - terrible to become evil.

Nachtag, 13.06.19: As I now know, the sample must have been tilted at that time, so please make your own picture of this fragrance and don't take my evaluation so hard.
As soon as I come into possession

The pyramid was obviously invented by someone, because I smell lemon wood, not the one from Southeast Asia, which is only called that because of its colour, but one, which probably only exists in my imagination.

From the first sprayer to the end it smells of lemony wood:
Fresh, straight beaten, juicy, soft, encouraging and bright.

Intense So Iris has no fragrance at all for me - it sniffs exactly the same from the first to the last second.
At work the same breath blew over me for hours, a very pleasant one, that's for sure said.

This mMn perfume can only be worn when it is warm, spring, summer or autumn, but it must not be worn below 20 degrees (in winter I just found it annoying and out of place).

I could imagine that this consistency might get on my nerves at some point, but I will definitely give the fragrance a filling time

...I get it back - either from people to whom I gave it away or borrowed it in autumn/winter, because every year in the cold I simply can't understand what I've ever found in this scent, or I buy it again.

For 14 years now, since its launch, I've been in love and out of love every year.
What sticks artificially in my nose when it's cold and triggers absolute reluctance in me turns into the ultimate refreshing, deliciously fruity and almost only thirst-quenching summer sunflower companion when it's hot.

Jil Sander Sport replaces me (symbolically) from 25 degrees in the shade drinks, sun cream, outdoor pool visits, shade cookies, cool breezes and the jump by our lawn sprinkler.

More than fresh, fruity, cooling and bittersweet we will probably spend a lot of time together.
Every summer

My sister wanted to know at the first test what a beautiful "mummelduft" I'm wearing.

"Wrap up", or better said "wrap up" means in our family as much as "cuddle up", variations of it are "warm wrap up", "tight wrap up" and "comfortable wrap up".

Only children or adults stricken by illness and sadness mumble.
There is always no ulterior motive to mumbling, it is only about closeness, warmth and innocent tenderness, as a mother feels towards her child.

Rarely have I had a scent under my nose that was more innocent than this one.
And innocence does not quite describe what I mean, even if L'Heure de Nuit can certainly express that in a very young woman.

If I were to assign this perfume to an archetype, it would be "the mother."

Beautifully lively and honest like a child's laugh, soft like the fluffiest of all cuddly blankets, gentle like the most tender of all embraces, comforting like a kiss on the forehead, but full of confidence, sunbeams and tender strength.

A thoroughly friendly, loving fragrance whose name mMn is completely misleading because it is full of light.

A fragrance that does not frighten anyone in the slightest, evokes sympathies, makes you feel mild, fills you with a sense of well-being, conjures up a smile on faces and almost magically attracts children and animals.

Yes, my sister is absolutely right.