Nordnase

Hey guys, what a fragrance.
I'm flashed, thrilled.
Black male mamba, without poison.
Side effects : falling over in the fragrance without a car.

Apart from the stylish bottle, this perfume is unusual and special in my opinion. Tart, herbaceous bergamot opens, but immediately combines with dark incense and other spices. Jasmine does not appear for me (thank goodness). The incense had a brief liaison with cardamom for me. What a combination. The two revel together, hazily interwoven. They sink over dry woods. They are accompanied by creamy yet dark vanilla. Where to? Not in this Mercedes vehicle ...

The metallic vehicle has nothing at all to do with these fine fragrance nuances, perhaps the interior made of the finest leather ?

Not just made for male drivers, I can also see this fragrance on a woman.

With or without Mercedes.

Also works with a bike.

Or on the subway.

Or in the office.

Or at Christmas.

Or just for fun.

Try it out !!!

Although vanilla is not my great love - this fragrance is different.

Special.

It depends on the combination.

Spicy vanilla vibes meet narrow eroticism.

For a short time.

Head cinema - the velvety, creamy vanilla woman strides through the room, which is filled with all kinds of spices such as nutmeg, cardamom and a little cinnamon. She wears flowers in her hair, everything about her is fragrant. The vanilla powder trickles from her sleeves, an amber goblet catches it all.
She smiles and whirls everything around, dancing.

A veritable intoxication of spices.
Fine and short-lived.
Then it's gone.
I add more.
You still want more.

It appears again. And spreads the scent that fits perfectly into the Christmas season... ...
Flowers, spices and fine vanilla. I can smell a small incense candle in the distance. But the vanilla woman quickly walks past and exhales it. A gentle breeze blows through the room, the Christmas tree is already decorated. She smiles and sprays her subtle breath in all directions. I realize I like her, even though she keeps disappearing. She remains mysterious. Because she doesn't just enchant me. I can also imagine this spiciness on a man..

Zara has achieved something fine, especially at this price.

An absolute buy recommendation from me, even if the durability leaves something to be desired.

Nevertheless, fine, exquisite and somewhat mystical.

Fits.

I wish you all a wonderful, peaceful Christmas season.

With or without a vanilla thriller.
;-)

....somewhere, sometime in a lonely house in the country. The apples are harvested and lie fragrant in the attic, herbs dry hanging above.

The day is waning, the great brown mighty Westminster is thoughtfully striking the hour gong, someone is boiling water for the evening tea. Bubbling, the water pours into the pot, steaming fragrant billows spread through the kitchen. The cat lies under the stove and purrs, can it ever be more comfortable?

I sit at the table and look into the wise old woman's watchful eyes. She smiles and looks up from her newspaper. Time for conversation, tea and fruit. She slowly gets up and shuffles to the kitchen dresser, this very old one with the two side pieces that have little windows in them and the spice drawers made of heavy glass. In the middle big drawers for all kinds of things.
(You probably remember them too, those old farmhouse kitchen cabinets...)

She gets the oranges and starts peeling them. We talk about the day, the hard field work, the weather, and getting ready for winter. The wind whistles through the windows and we sip our tea. The scent of the oranges mingles with the spices of the kitchen - cloves, allspice and cinnamon mingle with the fruity exhalations of the orange peels. Refreshing and pure comfort at the same time. I can't help but think of the old days, as children we always wanted to smell good, especially at Christmas, but there was no money for perfume... So we squeezed the peels and held them to our clothes, in good light it sometimes looked almost like the spray from a bottle....

The fire crackles in the oven and we prepare some baked apples for the oven. They are cut in half and filled with raisins, cloves, cinnamon and some marzipan. It's going to be a feast....

The scent of the oranges fills the room. It mingles at the same time with the bouquet of flowers still on the heavy wooden table. Jasmine, a bit of chamomile and countless asters.

The old wise woman now fetches some more tangerines and lemons, we peel the fruits together and the surge of this aromatic mixture has manifested itself in my memory until today.

A spray of Orange Magnifica - and I'm back in the farmhouse. Floral neroli, woods and some resin join in and complement this wonderful fruit ensemble.

The wise old woman is no more, but the memory lives and with it Orange Magnifica.

An invigorating, beguiling, refreshing and intriguing fragrance.

It has a place of honor in my collection.

PS: In honor to my grandma

Gone are the bright, sunny days.
Gone the lightness with flashy colors and loud sounds.
Gone the dust and the rush.
Gone - the late summer. The birds are heading south. See you soon...

It becomes quiet, soft and cuddly. Rough and misty. Barren and creeping cold damp.
Dark. AUTUMN.

Time for Cozy Nights. Blissful Autumn.

It's just before midnight, I'm still sitting in the garden, crisp cold around me, but still I feel secure. Candles burn around me, leaves quietly trickle down and a gentle autumn wind whispers through the branches. A hedgehog scurries across the meadow. He smacks quite loudly, apparently he has found some delicacies...

Everything lays down to rest, ready to endure the cold temperatures, protected by leaves and branches.

I sip my mulled wine and sniff the blown ICEBERG 74 AMBER. He comes along tenderly and gently, opens cozy with spices and a touch of rum, which quickly evaporates. Sweet resins with strong benzoin remain, light woody notes mingle in. All in all, it disappears too quickly for me, you have to top it up to enjoy this wonderful scent longer. I like it very much. I do not perceive incense, but mixed spices again and again. Or is that my mulled wine.... ? No, ICEBERG 74 prevails and I think it is a solid and fine autumn fragrance. He concludes this evening.

Gone.

It's getting colder and I go inside the house. Iceberg swings and hums along quietly. He will also accompany me this fall, with some other treasures.
Blissful comfort spreads.

Good night to all of you out there !

I'm flowing there. What ice and where with it? Does he/it destroy itself?

ICEBERG is an inappropriate name for so much warmth. So much expression. So many components. The poles are melting. Here, anyway, without danger. No Titanic.

The scent melts into space and time.

What remains are the superior components. Sensitive fine citrus notes merge with delicate colored pepper, other spices join. Veils of muscatel float through the room. Settle down. Timeless. Sensitive. Grated nutmeg merges with noble lavender blossoms, next to it stands a rose, already somewhat faded. It bows its head, next to it lie clumps of styrax resin and small patchouli blossoms exude their flair....

What a blend...My heart will go on (and on... )

Dreaming. Purple soft perfection with old pink swathes, mixed. Like a painting. Amber and tart woods unite, complement each other in an orientally distinguished way.

Here there is no ice far and wide. Everything is benevolent, everything melts.

ICEBERG in LOVE. No one has to sink or die. Everyone will survive. This time.

So am I. Indescribable is this combination, take my breath away.

Sensual ice cream.

Scent cup !!!