QueenOfPeace

Boahr, that's awesome.
How will I be? You fruity monster, what are you doing to me?
That's what I thought when I tested it for the first time.
Monstrously powerful, the fragrance first rolled onto the blotter and then onto my skin.
Colorful, partly tropical fruits radiate brightly towards you. White-flowered blossoms frame a cornucopia of delicious, juicy all sorts of things.
It is powerful, tangy, slightly sweet and also exudes a certain youthful elegance.
A young person of any gender full of joie de vivre.
It then dries down to a fruity, earthy patchouli blend that is a little more mature, but no less cheerful and friendly.
For me, a bottle full of sunshine.
It radiates furiously far and wide, but can also cause headaches if overdosed.
Less is definitely more here.
I also vehemently disagree with the prevailing gender classification here.
Men, dare to wear fruity fragrances.
You won't regret it.

Histoires de Parfums has delighted me with almost every fragrance I have smelled so far.
It feels like they can sell me anything, I even liked something as horrible as tuberose in a fragrance from this house.
High quality, from classic to innovative and daring.
The 1725 is more in the classic direction.
It starts off a little scratchy and fresh with clear citrus notes, which I can't really pick out very well.
Accompanied by this subtle licorice note that the licorice brings with it, the opening can be a little frightening and also off-putting. But I like it a lot.
This perfume is like a guest who enters the door at full speed but then hands over a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates and politely congratulates you.
Because after the somewhat prickly citrus notes have done their work, it transitions into a spicy-creamy blend that brings subtle body lotion vibes.
You somehow feel well-groomed, neat and chic.
As the fragrance settles, it transforms into a warm, powdery blend of ambery woods and slightly sweet vanilla.
Nothing really new but very well done.
I like every step of this fragrance and enjoy every second of it.
The sillage is quite private, but not skin deep. The fragrance lasts quite well on me at least, but it ends after about 6 hours.
Less important but still an aspect are the very beautiful bottles and the really reasonable price.

It is an often made joke that if the eldest has an open fracture of the shinbone, the youngest is still treated with a paper cut and a dinosaur plaster first.
I'll take up the cudgels here for older siblings.
The Torino 21 was an incredibly long-lasting freshie, the Torino 22 a sweet saffron bomb with great radiance.
The Torino 23 will now be treated a little stepmotherly by me.
It opens with an undercurrent of rose and escalates into a meadow of flowers that has been there a thousand times before, which unfortunately does not elicit more than a tired smile from me and I press a "quite nice" over my lips.
The base is typical for Xerjoff, very musky with a subtly annoying nero note that really annoys me.
I found the predecessors very unisex, the 21 almost leaning a little in the masculine direction.
The 23 is clearly feminine to me, but in an unpleasantly affected way.
This "Here I am, out of the way!" Attitude is something that other fragrances from the house do better and seem much more elegant.
Everything here seems a bit clumsy and artificial.
The longevity is, of course, very good and so is the sillage. But that's almost always the case with Xerjoff, so I wasn't expecting anything else.
To conclude: I find it a little boring, interchangeable and annoyingly soft-edged.

Hach yes.
What did I NOT like the Erba Pura.
But this one has such a subtle twist on the Erba Pura that I like it more than just fine.

Let's start with the opening.
The citrus notes are only supporting actors, on my skin immediately play the fruity notes the absolute skin role.
The cinnamon skillfully coats the melon and pear.
Apple I do not really smell.
We do not have to talk about the fact that this fragrance brings a certain degree of synthetics.
Fruit notes are known to be always synthetic.
But that bothers me little here.
As it progresses, it becomes a soft-sponge-esque bustle encased in a clearly perceptible cloud of musk, which brings with it an amazing sillage.
However, it has less sweetness than the Erba Pura, it goes in a smoother direction.
The base is typical of Xerjoff.
Lots of musk, lots of vanilla, slight hints of woods, but very well done.

As always, the dose makes the poison.
If you know Xerjoff, you know how Potent most fragrances are.
I find it partly very exhausting and also annoying how strong the fragrances are.
But with a little mind applied you have here a fruity sparkling cocktail that can be worn year-round by all and sundry.

Let's get this straight: I love Memo Paris.
I love the idea, I love most of the scents, the bottles are a f**ing dream.
BUT.
And it's a loud, big but.
The last few releases have confused me in a way.
Even with Sherwood, I stood thunderstruck in front of the shelf, panting for help, looking for some kind of uniqueness.
Here I have the same problem.

The cleanliness of the iris butter blends well with the mate. However, the various woods run frantically through the area without finding anywhere to rest.
A woody-fresh-pudriges Kuddelmuddel which seems to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
I measures me now simply times at the Amyris to give the same role as that which Mfk already 10 years ago in one of his fragrances verbaute.
The balsamic sweetness is clearly recognizable, it strikes in exactly the same notch.
But somehow it no longer pulls the rudder around.
I am at a loss and award im the predicate, "Is all right".
Annoying is also that my skin turns him into a sweet-moded horror that I can not possibly do to myself or my environment.
All in all, he is not for me.
I miss the unique selling point and the ingenuity that makes most of Memo's fragrances so special.
He will certainly please many people and find many friends.
I let him times in the waiting loop, maybe I learn to love him yet.