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I snuck around Mortal Skin for a long time. I definitely wanted to test it, but something always held me back, like a soft warning of what it could do to me.
After testing it several times, I thought for just as long about how I should put this fragrance and what it triggers in me into words. Really not easy, because this scent triggers pure feeling in me! Pure emotion - powerful, passionate and completely confused. I was not exposed to this kind of feeling for a very long time, lastly when the relationship began with my first great love after 4 years, her one-year ascent and descent to the final end.
Every single day tore me apart anew. Then deepest pain alternated with unbridled joy, all consuming longing overflowed with unbridled passion, loneliness and silence were replaced by thunderous, hurtful words to find oneself in a cosy togetherness or to lose oneself completely. But omnipresent and unbroken I always felt the love in me despite everything. Love for him.
I smell the ink with which I wrote down my diary entries, which were still regular at that time, the leather of his jacket, the scent of which I absorbed deeply when he held me in his arms, the powder I applied when I tried to hide my tears, the incense very similar to the incense sticks which often burned on our cozy evenings in his apartment to fragrant ashes...
And the song "My Immortal" from "Evanescence" was omnipresent. At that time this song was able to unite and channel all those confused emotions that raged unruly within me. The singer's voice dug deep into my heart, melody and lyrics spoke from my soul.
This relationship did not end nicely, yet it ended in love!

It may be an unusual description of the scent, but this scent cannot be captured or even approximately described for my sensation with analytical procedures. "Mortal Skin" is not for rationalists, because it gets under your skin and lets you feel what you are capable of feeling. He's a rush! Full of melancholy, longing, desire, bliss, gentleness, passion... He rummages through the body until he has upset every single synapse to numb all perception at the same moment as a narcotic and give you the gentle tranquility of a dreamless night.
A symphony of heart-rending emotions of all kinds, in which a feeling always remains omnipresent: Love...
Like "My Immortal" at that time, "Mortal Skin" touched me most intensely and intimately, so that I am absolutely addicted to this scent with skin and heart. He's a soul catcher!

"Defile my hand, my daring hand, oh image of salvation, and I will atone for it sweetly. Two pilgrims, my lips tend to sweeten the harsh pressure in the kiss..."
These lines from Shakespeare's "Romeo & Juliet" could hardly describe the scent of "La Mia Perla" more aptly.

In the beginning the scent seemed beautiful, but also somehow insignificant. Not knowing what effect he was capable of, my nose hastily pressed the stamp "leichte Kost" and "Allerweltsdamenduft" on him.
A big mistake, as it soon turned out. Despite its enormous delicacy, this fragrance has character.
This love poem in scented form is not a simple platitude. There is indeed sincere passion at play here, albeit of a more subtle nature. The eroticism that resonates in the creamy-powdery nuances is difficult to grasp, although it is omnipresent. "La Mia Perla" wonderfully balances the innocent sweetness with the enchanting enamel of the senses. In this fragrance there is a desire for complete devotion, a sensual intensity, which remains restrained to the everyday use, but is no less capable of eliciting a longing sigh.
The intimacy and also the deep desire that Shakespeare's words quoted at the beginning of this commentary resonate with, also emanates from this wafer-thin, incredibly lovely scent. A quiet siren song, hardly to be surpassed in femininity.

If you like it tender and sensual, you could love "La Mia Perla".

It was a cool December night. The full moon stood high in the sky and bathed the forest in diffuse light. Wafting wafts of mist crawled over the mossy forest floor and the fir trees swaying in the soft wind radiated the scent of their resin. The air was spicy and sparkling, equally sweet and tart in perfect harmony.
As if out of nowhere, a stray will-o'-the-wisp scurried among the old trees, jumped from here to there, paused for a moment and continued jumping. The bright whitish glow that emanated from him shimmered and twitched as it moved on in the blink of an eye, as silent as a ghost.
Again it jumped forward and turned around and then remained in the air only a few centimetres above the ground.
"Where am I, where am I?" it whispered into the night.
The answer was a bell-like laughter from the thicket directly in front of him. When it looked more closely, it realised that the thicket was a large rose bush, still in full bloom to the amazement of the little wisp, emitting an extraordinary scent. The aromas were warm and cool at the same time as a liaison of freshly baptized roses and beguiling jasmines with the enamel of amber.
In the midst of a particularly magnificent flower, a small elf lolled and smiled. In her hands she held a tiny little calyx whose rim was candied with sugar and which contained a drop of gin.
"Where am I?" the Night Wisp repeated his question.
"You're here," giggled the elf and sipped on her chalice.
"I got lost," replied the little Night Wisp, "and I don't know where *here* is."
The elf let her happy little bell laugh again: "A stray will-o'-the-wisp... that's not possible," she hummed and took a strong sip. "Here and now is just right!"
The Night Wisp came closer. "How can I be right here and now when I'm lost after all?" it asked doubtingly.
"How can you be lost when you are right here and now?" the elf replied and smiled happily.
The little Night Wisp thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that the elf was right. To be in the here and now was the only right thing!
So it joined the elf in the rose blossom, shared his light and her gin with her, enjoyed the cool, meanwhile lovely night air and was happy until morning

The other night a good friend invited me to visit the QuatschComedyClub with her.
I don't go out often, and when I do, I usually go to outdoor festivities, such as medieval and Christmas markets. In this respect I immediately thought about which of my fragrances would be most suitable for such an indoor evening. He wasn't allowed to be too intrusive or space-consuming and so I decided on my current signature scent "Tsarina Intensivo", which is a clear ever-goer for me in a sparse dose.
My girlfriend picked me up punctually at 19 o'clock from home and already when I got into her car I noticed that something was wrong. Something stuffy...
I sniffed my clothes as inconspicuously as possible, like a sniffer dog searching for the one tiny molecule that tells him where what he is looking for is. But nothing!
"Tsarina" stuck to me like an intimate veil and there was nothing else.
The muffin had retreated and merged with the smell of the car leather beyond recognition. It could not be detected anymore.

When we arrived at the theatre it was full, breaking full!
So we carefully pushed our way through the crowd to the bar and ordered 2 soft drinks.
It has been a long time since I was exposed to such a scent chaos (usually I avoid cramped rooms with high crowds) and accordingly I could escape the flood of wafting scents and odours, especially since I am generally very easily flooded with stimuli. I smelled the cigarette smoke that blew in from outside, the different flavors of beer from bottles and mouths, the paprika spice from the cheese nachos that some ate, the sweet-sticky popcorn, various "0-8-15 perfumes" (which I don't mean negative here, but none particularly stood out) AND the latent buffalo from the car. There it was again!
The doors to the theatre hall opened and the masses began to set themselves in motion.
We had gotten good seats, right in the middle of the hall with the prophylactic safety distance to the stage, which should avoid that one of us could become part of the entertainment program at the end.
We hadn't sat for a minute, when the dessert crawled over to me again. But this time I didn't try to find out the starting point anymore, but took a closer look at the smell itself: it was discreet, not a classic stinker, sweet and somehow... yes... what's the best way to describe it...? Rotten? It smelled a little like sour or fermented milk, like a mixture of overripe bananas and artificial vanilla aroma, creamy and... That's when it crossed my mind! It smelled to me like breast milk vomited from an infant!
Now that I had tried to analyse the smell more closely, I unfortunately couldn't get it out of my nose at all. He clawed himself to my perception like a fucking clamp monkey! I realized I'd have to live with him for the next two hours...
But then the much worse realization came to me: He radiated from my girlfriend! Because she's not a mother, it had to be her perfume
What kind of brew would that merely be?

The break brought a breath of fresh air and relief. Suddenly I enjoyed the potpourri of people and smells crowding the foyer. This now seemed like a welcome change to me.
But I don't wear my pseudonym here without good reason, because now that I had identified the source of the muffin, the curiosity was aroused and I just had to know what that was.
So I asked my girlfriend straight out about her new perfume. And she answered me proudly: "Dangerous Woman by Bruno Banani. Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Uh, no, not really...", I thought and wondered how I could skilfully circumnavigate this fat little fat glob...
Thanks to Parfumo, I quickly received a rescuing answer: "I have to have a look at Parfumo's fragrance pyramid!"
So Zack, the smartphone pulled out and read all for me quietly:
Mmmhhh... black currant (I don't smell it!)... Coconut milk (yeah, more like it)... Gourmand notes (definitely!) and vanilla absolute (definitely, but of the nasty synthetic variety!). Exotic flowers... Does titanium root also count??

"Dangerous Woman," well, not really. The only dangerous thing I'm going to get here is my tired penetrance. But honestly, the fragrance pyramid does not sound bad at all, could possibly even fit into my bag scheme.
Was it due to the skin chemistry of my girlfriend or only to my individual perception??
It didn't matter at all, because the fact was that I would be granted another hour after the break with the little baby coon in my nose.
But what the hell. As long as the comedians' jokes don't suck like this Banani, I'll take it with humor ;-)

It was you who showed me what there is to discover in the world of perfume. And it was you, too, who led me on the trail of this grandiose scent.
You described him so wonderfully, brought his honey-sweet soul closer to me so that I almost had the feeling that I could almost taste his aroma.
Because of you I just had to test him and fell in love immediately!

"Intense is so much more than just dark forest honey. The citrus note at the beginning is fresh like morning dew, only a hint, the lily is soft and light and creamy. Yes, the honey dominates "Intense", is there from beginning to end and yes, it is full-bodied, dark and spicy without being sticky. But there's more. I perceive an appeal of beeswax.
The fragrance has depth and I blame the combination of jasmine, rose and patchouli for this, even though it is almost impossible to smell them individually. But if one would take a bouquet of these 3 splendid flowers and inhale their common opulent bouquet, then this symphony could be found again in "Intense", even if only subliminally.
The vanilla, however, I take only as a framework, it carries the whole work, lends it its unusual presence and endurance. She makes the honey shine in its dark gold

To me, this Celtic potion is more than just a perfume. It is aromatherapy for body & soul, quasi antidepressant in the atomizer. A fragrance for queen bees, forest treetops, druids and mythical creatures. An olfactory dreamcatcher.
I am very grateful to you that I was able to get to know and experience him through you in so many different ways and that I am now connected with him.
Thank you, Parfumo!