Nazafarina

A beautiful invitation flutters into the house. Invitation to Mrs. Columbo, her husband's in downtown L.A. on investigative business, and I get to spend the whole day with her in the little wooden house over the beach. Winking over huge sunglasses, she greets me, her dark hair covered with a colourful scarf, full red lips with beautiful teeth and a truly funny smile on her face. She embraces me lovingly and tenderly, my nose captures a touch of spices, a haze of clove and geranium. It is summer, and the sun is golden over the Pacific Ocean. She turns around, we are standing in her rustic kitchen, the espresso is already steaming in the cups. She goes in front, outside to the veranda, I follow the fragrant coffee trail, mixed with the noble, aristocratic scent of her aura. We laugh, we are exuberant, cheerful, the heat is mixed with the fresh breeze of the sea, in between the woods of her wonderful perfume combined with the dry floorboards of the veranda. She suggests to go down to the sea, one is in possession of a small catamaran and wants to take a trip. Do I agree? No question! Her wide, colourful tunic, matching the hairscarf, flutters in the sunny wind in front of me, I am wrapped in a wonderfully warm, austere, yet very soft fragrance illusion, which invites you to dream every second. We jump down, take the steps like two young girls and downstairs the boatman is already waiting. The freezing cold waves hit us, refreshing in these outside temperatures, and after a long boat ride we meet a hunchback mum with her boy. They roll around, they jump around like two young dogs and it is a great intimate joy to watch them. At the same moment the deep, loving base of Aromatics Elixir is revealed, Mrs. Columbo is happy and spins in circles in the wind. MMMMhhhhh, a rich fragrance full of power and spice, balsamic almost worthy of a Grail. I am very happy because of these moments. As we drove back, finding ourselves back on the veranda, I hear the tinny sound of Monsieur's engine roaring up the serpentines. I quickly say goodbye, because Mrs. Columbo has already started the fire, because after the many hours in which the landlord has kept himself afloat with work, toast and raisins, he is now looking forward to a nice T-bone from the grill. I drive down the road and watch the sun setting over the sea. It was a dreamy summer day...

After a winter that was actually not a winter at all, spring suddenly and strongly moves across the country. The sun is already warming up very strongly, the birds are already chirping in the morning and when walking with the dog I immediately notice the violets in the bushes. Of course, in the gardens the snowdrops and daffodils have been showing for a long time, the crocuses have almost faded. On days like these I go through my collection in my thoughts and have the desire for DIOR. Mind you, for the old Dior fragrances, which convey this basic mood of the Dior house. Lovely, this base note of old Monsieur Dior. It brings back memories of the time when 7.5 ml Extrait was a treasure, when Dior was something very special next to Chanel, to be found in the nest at Christmas or Easter. The smell of Miss Dior is in my memory, but now, as a 7.5 ml vintage flacon enters, I take a little pinch. Oh!!!!! How beautiful, spring in a glass! Spring all over my head. The extract gets past the citric components, straight to the point, to the delightful heart note, which brings back memories of the sun-drenched, brooding maquis in the south of France. Crickets chirp, rosemary grows everywhere, fragrant herbs sprout, the soil is barren and the most beautiful scent here is that of cistus. So hot, so intense, so flattering, and so unforgettable. This is the heart of Miss Dior. The scent is only slightly accentuated with carnation and, I think, narcissus. This mixture makes me feel happy, reminds me of the 70s, when the 2CV Duck was driving through all roundabouts in Nimes, when you found a parking space on the Croisette in Cannes and sipped an espresso between plane trees and the sea. Dreams, more beautiful than a movie. The sea, deep blue, in sight and a light touch of summer in the air.
I will wear the scent this summer, I will soak it up again, sniff it and enjoy it. It's wonderful he's still around.

Alien belongs to the new generation of fragrances, which has no more olfactory course to offer, i.e. it came, saw....and triumphed, wants to plow allzugerne in the long run the skin, take the hair in fittings, the armpits to conquer, in short, the whole material to cells intersperses. No tender caresses of the Hesperides, cuddly Röslein, or delicately graceful jasmine, no, the whole complexity comes armored with chain rattles on the respective object. Alien captivates by its extreme durability, by its mocking Sillage, here was not saved on ingredients, on molecules, which stick like Pattex, which accelerate the Sillage still with 100 kilojoules on the last smell molecules. The targeted customer should have something for her Euro, she should be made smell-proof.
The scent in the FAZ revealed itself to me as a little letter with the words Tirez moi, poussez sur le flacon.... i did as brag... and my dog, who always has different scent preferences than me, but sometimes lies down in my faithful Chanel 19 arms, I thought to feel a little distance.
No comparison to the French perfumery art of the Polge Clan, or Roudnitzka, i.e. the elaboration of the fragrance, the pointed use of certain nuances, the combination of the ingredients with one's own skin, with sweat, with the personal aura of the wearer, which e.g. dominates the House Chanel in the most beautiful way. Even delicate fragrances like Chanel No. 5 L'Eau captivate with their excellent craftsmanship, very subtle and tender armor movements and inner smile. With Alien a whole bear family or better said a crocodile population rocks here, because said models can smell badly.... but I'm sure we'll perceive the alien.
Well, a scent, or a scent for young girls, that wants to be consumed in masses, that is often noticed in trains or trams, that might be worn in discos, or at music events of the same category, here: Mainly loud, bass drone at 190 dB. Not so much a scent for human dog noses who sniff a scent, who draw it in internally, break it down into components, rejoice at the top note, acknowledge the heart note with a smile and finally simply want to snog the base note. So there is for every nose, you might think, a lid and so it is also okay. The extraterrestrial polarizes, as is the case with extraterrestrials, the price is okay, because you get perfume here in high concentration, with the statement "Clear the path, I'll pass by here" and with a conclusive olfactory experience. The turn of the millennium has opened up completely new dimensions of perception here. Fortunately, there are houses like, I would almost say, Guerlain.... but I prefer to say Roja Dove... who specialize in nasal adventures