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Today two years at Parfumo ..... and still not rated my signature scent. Goes yes GAR not!

There's not much to say, really. L'Impératrice has the 3 FRs: fruity, bold, fresh. Total peach drone, even though there's no peach in it - modern-day mystery! I've been using it for over 12 years, bottles dying like flies, but I can't even remember how I came up with it.

I also like to call him "Lone Survivor" - he's the sole survivor from the Anthology series of originally .... how many? .... at least 11 colleagues. Also, he seems to jealously defend his position - I love fruity perfumes, but when researching in advance I always found: don't need it, L'Impératrice has it all! I don't know how many fragrances I have NOT tested because of him.

Even in phases where I wasn't so dufte on it, I instinctively applied it. In my handbag is always an emergency atomizer .... even if my day fragrance is officially another and is also taken along.

If I had to match L'Impératrice to a song, it would be "Fresh" by Cool & The Gang. "He's fresh, is so fresh, exciting ... fresh as a summer breeze, mm-yeah!"

If someone forced me to commit to one scent for the rest of my life, I'd go with L'Impératrice because it fits my goofy disposition well.

(The Terminator in me, however, would go after that "someone" who forced it on me!!)

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A warning in advance: This is a feelings / drool review - olfactory Enlightenment and fragrance facts are not here. In addition, comes immediately surreptitious advertising .... who does not want that, must now frantically click elsewhere!
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I'll be exactly 2 years on Parfumo tomorrow, and I haven't rated my two favorite scents yet - the Sale Marino here, and the L'Impératrice by D&G, which is actually my signature scent. Strange. To celebrate, I'm hereby making up for it!

For my milestone birthday in 2019, I went to Vienna with a friend. She had the distribution address for a very exclusive perfume collection with her, so we hit Lobmeyr on Kärntnerstraße right at the beginning of the trip. The sight of the façade alone made us feel cheerful and at home: narrow house, art nouveau façade, ornate wood, in the midst of chunky buildings made of steel, glass and concrete. Inside, glistening works of art made of porcelain, glass, mirrors and - in a multi-storey open gallery - chandeliers without end. The perfume for testing was retrieved from the basement (in my imagination, a safe weighing tons was opened for this purpose, like in action movies). We were allowed to take all the time in the world (Viennese don't let themselves be rushed), of course there were sniffing coffee beans to go with it, and my girlfriend also found something for herself straight away. I was still wavering between the club water and the Sale Marino. I was chattering to no end because excited and had been to the coffee house before and all the hackney carriages with cute horses everywhere and overwhelmed and entranced by it all.

Afterwards, I was like floating on a cloud. The Sale Marino - I had never smelled anything like it. Unique, spicy, fresh, lovely. The high price has kept me from taking it directly (yes, such inhibitions I had then, two years ago, slack-jawed), because you wanted to be reasonable. Who does not know: On vacation something smells or tastes great, but at home the souvenirs want to make you no more friends.

Tense and wistful I am then flown home without the Sale Marino, but then ordered me, because one is so reasonable, online still two samples from a supplier in Augsburg (also from the club water). I was horrified. The club water slayed me, and the Sale Marino was missing something - namely the slightly sweet, lovely. I couldn't explain it. Was it my wool coat that had warmed my skin? The air pressure in Vienna? The silly atmosphere?

Ordered it anyway then - even given the restriction. It was still stunning.

And being so sensible, it HAD to come from Vienna, which made shipping twice as expensive. One call to Lobmeyr, and the saleswoman still remembered me, "You're the one who flirted with the waiter at Gerstner's!" Excuse me?? That was 10 days ago ..... what the hell was I talking about when I was there?

Anyway: My first Sale Marino was sent to me. When unpacking: mood like at a folk festival. Bottle emptied, ordered in the spring of 2020 the next bottle (of course, again in Vienna - normal, ne?). Although my perfume collection has grown by 417% since autumn, the third bottle must soon be purchased.

I do not consider whether it fits the occasion or the mood. Whether I use too much or too little of it. I spray around blindly with it - I always feel safe, well-groomed, fresh, even almost sublime with it.

There are scents that you never forget. That grow on you, make you irrational. Along with L'Impératrice, Sale Marino sits enthroned above my other scents on an upturned, cubic teapot of glass weighing tons. My husband has orders to save these two in case our cabin ever burns down.

In the recently launched Parfumo action, where you can support your perfumery, I would have liked to enter the traditional Lobmeyr house here, because the service is first class, the glass and light art breathtaking - and all the fragrances from the Vienna blood collection unique and worth sniffing. But only pure perfumeries were allowed to be named.

Vienna is worth the trip.

I'll pick up my next bottle in person - as soon as the "current situation" allows, FIRST THING.

I wrote this review in Word in advance. To publish, my daughter had to open the fragrance page and scroll everything to me so that I do not see the ingredients. The reason:

I don't want it. =:-I

It was my birthday at the end of February, and my husband got a list of fragrances I'd be happy with. He picked this one out for me and - what could hardly be more opposite - the Ginger Lover by Azzaro. Grins.

So both were on the dining room table in the morning with a bouquet of flowers, candle and stuffed animal. The Chant d'Arômes I immediately unpacked and sprayed on. I was blown away by this lovely, fine fragrance. And it lives up to its name, is as generally described: You really can't smell any flower in particular. All sing in a harmonious fragrance chorus.

He is a bit powdery, but not too much.

He is also not too flowery (for me).

It's silky soft and light, but still has character.

It made me feel like a young girl - but also like a seasoned lady.

How does he do it, I wondered.

Then announced to my husband that I don't even want to know the ingredients for now. Movie quote from Tomb Raider: "My ignorance amuses me!" I would only look the next day, I said. But I didn't. Nor the day after that. I wore it all weekend.

The following week, I likewise didn't want to destroy the fine magic with mundane, scientific knowledge.

By the following weekend, the flowers had wilted, but I wanted to recapture the birthday feeling and wore it several times. Even used a shower gel to match, namely "Fiorito" by Bioearth.

That was two weeks ago now. As I clean, I grin at the bottle in love (by the way, it's not like the one pictured here, but more like the beehives from the Aqua Allegoria range). I can still hear the fragrant harmony singing and don't want to know what's inside.

This can now remain so.

No. 18 and I, we were not meant for each other. From a dear Parfumista and Chanel addict I got a bottling - at the same time as the Eau de Cologne, from which I was enraptured, and the Le Lion - but this one has only caused me to shake my head.

When I test at home, I do not first fuddle around in the air or with paper - no risk, no fun, ne? So straight onto the forearm.

My reaction process:

Pharmacy?? - - Grappa?? - - who does this to themselves!!!?! My forearm couldn't be far enough away from my face, but what can you do? It's attached, after all, and washing it off directly doesn't make you any smarter. So I continued to engage in the ulkige 18.

My forearm then came closer to my face in stages. - - Hay. - - Playground .... or you know that smell of wood preservative they use on the palisades and climbing parts? And if then in midsummer the sun on it bangs, in addition, the outdoor and adventure feeling, or so similar to Phantasialand, the wooden Wild West department?

After I cleared that olfactory hurdle (about 5-6 minutes), I was rewarded for my bravery: what blogger Super Dacob calls the "Poetry of Chanel" unfolded. All I could think was "BLUUMÄÄ!!! and couldn't get enough of my forearm.

Whenever I was bored, I would spray it on and have a good time. The tester was then almost empty, and because of my Kommis Parfumo colleague Martin offered me his almost full 200 ml canister at a ridiculous price. I couldn't say no, and just two days later, a chunky piece of this freaky scent arrived at my house, my first full-blown of the Les Exclusifs (I've only ever dealt with trial samples, bottlings and minis). Now there it sits, the fat one, in my Chanel bag. All the family members were forced to try the magnetic lid. And they had to hold it in their hands - look how heavy it is! It was silly posed and photographed (see my album), commented on, and because of it, I am acquiring a syringe to fill up for on the go. I always take my daytime scent with me in my purse, but I'd chafe my neck with that fatty (I wear cross body).

Yesterday I showed it off to my husband - with the full amusement mong in the scent. By the way, I think this bluumäää in the drydown is very similar to the beige.

Yes, the fat man and I - we have fun together. Maybe we were THAT meant for each other .....

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Here it proves true once again: The scents you like the least, persist. How do they actually know that? Do they have an unpopularity sensor?

In my search for MY coconut scent, I also gave this one a chance. I think the vanilla dominates, though. She slays everything. From coconut I smell nothing at all. Maybe it's because they don't use real vanilla in this price range. Or maybe my expectations were too high. Or maybe it wasn't quite fair to let it compete against Virgin Island Water by Creed on the arm battle.

Vanille Vanille. Wash off wille.

Anyway, not my vanilla ... er coconut scent