Phelicia

A small splash is followed instantaneously by the first shock. This fragrance cuts through the air. Not for the shy.

Sweet as a gourmand, with aquatic and on my skin even green tones it comes along and burns in with its synthethic note. I'm developing a love-hate relationship. I'm actually just waiting for it to go off my skin again, but somehow I can't stop smelling it. With time, the vanilla becomes more discreet and the sweetish-warm underlying green tones dominate.

For all the amivalence that I bring up for this fragrance, I have to let him one thing - he is not boring.

It's Christmas time, but he's never been good with cinnamon stars. Much too mainstream, he thinks. But how individual is he really?

He'd like to be a dominant guy, but in his heart he's a cuddler. He smells of his bakery and his favourite spices are clearly recognizable. He works with nutmeg, cardamom and laurel, baked over cedar wood. Something else does not come to him the stove, even if he adorns himself with more, he wants to be special. And modern. He took over the family business from his grandfather and hardly changed the recipes. His pastries taste a little old-fashioned after all. You can already buy them, your cardamom snails are better than the standard goods in the bakery chains next door. But delicatessen can be found somewhere else. Solid baking craftsmanship, simple recipes. Mal for the small hunger in between.