QueenOfPeace

The word nashi pear is not only a pleonasm - nashi is the Japanese word for pear - but there is also a much nuttier word for this fruit in German: Birpfel.
Where was I?
Oh yes, perfume.
*clearing my throat*
Tested before I was even allowed to, fragrance houses are always a bit peculiar with their release dates, this fragrance rejuvenates the Houbigant range by a few years.
In the opening we have a very authentic, fresh and juicy pear, whether it is a Nashi remains to be seen.
I don't like eating these things, the skin is too thick and they have funny cracking stone cells that make your mouth feel nasty, but I'm digressing again.
But they do smell good!
The whole thing is accompanied by a subtle, indolic field of flowers, you have to love it, I find it very beautiful.
The magnolia blends beautifully into the overall structure and, together with the slightly creamy base, we have a well-done spring fragrance that, in contrast to many other women's fragrances from the house, just look at "Quelques Fleurs L'Original (Eau de Parfum) | Houbigant" or the entire Quelques Fleurs series, is much younger and more cheerful.
A youthful lightness surrounds it, which probably also comes from the combination of the nashi and the slightly green notes in the opening
On my skin, it transforms into a soft sea of magnolia with a somewhat artificial base, which is my least favorite part of the entire fragrance.
I would prefer this great pear to last a little longer.
It lasts really well, the sillage changes from initially very lush to pleasantly soft.
The bottle is also an absolute dream.
And yes, I wouldn't wear it as a man.
But I love to smell it.

I have to say, the Brooklyn Soap Company surprised me.
There was something tragic-comic about me, as a 28-year-old milk boy without a hint of a beard, testing fragrances from a brand that mostly sells beard care products.
I was very afraid that everything I would be presented with would be masculine, brutal barbershop fragrances.
But I was wrong.
But the reason why I'm reviewing the one I like the least is that the others are all okay, but nothing earth-shattering.
But this one is annoyingly unsuccessful.

First the tobacco doesn't come through at all.
It starts with a dry saffron, with a few spices and something green and woody that I can't place.
Everything I've seen before, nothing new.
Then it continues and the tobacco comes in, but it somehow seems very cheap.
There's also a slight hint of licorice around the corner.
And when it has had a little time, it becomes....naja.... Cigarette tobacco.
I smoked Lucky Strike for 13 years and after a while this fragrance smells as if I had just opened the packet of fags.
The tobacco seems downright cheap, the other notes in the base don't stand a chance.
I really like the smell of tobacco but everyone, even smokers, tell you that cigarette tobacco is the one that smells the
least pleasant smelling.
And that breaks the fragrance.
It lingers well on the skin, but doesn't radiate very far.
For me, it's no good at all.

How he annoyed me at the beginning.
Sweet and sticky, it jumped out at me after the alcohol had evaporated.
Oh how horrible, I thought, why?
Why does my skin always have to turn such beautiful scents into such creepy-sweet horrors, woe is me.
Thank God I didn't write to him directly.
If there's one thing I've learned about perfumes, it's that they sometimes need a little time.
Fortunately, not even much here.
After just 2 minutes, the sticky sweetness was gone and a sublime, well-scented tobacco spread gently over my skin
A little smoky, a tipsy cherry giggling cross-eyed in a corner.
And at one point he had me.
When he, I swear I'm not making this up, swung in the direction of the Boss Bottled.
Don't ask me why, it gets on my skin like a very classy, perfectly shaped form of this evergreen I love but have worn to death.
Overjoyed, it went into my rucksack and I sniffed the back of my hand again and again on the way home.
It is bombastic and radiates dangerously far.
Another Initio that turned my head.

I always have a hard time with fragrances that are praised to the skies by the community.
I often don't understand it and am cautious.
But I fully agree with everyone here.
For me, this one is the closest thing to being a (this word is so horrible) "panty dropper".
And that's for me.
I apologize for my choice of words and ask the mods for their indulgence.
This scent makes my panties explode and I have milk in at the same time, even though I'm a man.
It makes me wanton, turns my head.
This combination of tea, the slightly earthy vetiver and the slightly green fig is really exceptionally beautiful.
The iris is beautifully dry here, giving the fragrance a cool, sweet direction that is rarely encountered.
It simply enchants me through and through.
It lasts a long time, the fragrance progresses from sweet-creamy to earthy-dry until it slowly fades away, cool and slightly sweet again on a sandalwood base.
It reads like a dime novel, I know, I don't really write that kind of drivel.
But you can see what this stuff does to me.

My brain tingles, it shakes me, my eyes roll backwards in my head.
This scent scratches and pricks me in places I didn't even know before.
I don't like saffron, I don't like incense.
Why
Did I test it then, you ask?
Well, I also find tuberose absolutely horrible, but BDK has done it so well that I like it in Tubereuse Imperial.
Hence the attempt.
But this one is my final boss.
Smoky, ethereal and almost sacred incense paired with some dusty leather, a whole army of crocuses and a single, down-rolled rose.
It overwhelms me beyond measure and pushes me to my limits.
It's far too much for me, too smoky, too spicy, urgs.
It holds up very well (unfortunately for me, poor me) and shines wonderfully (enhahaha, please help me).
No, no, really not.