Rundreas

Even though the name promises to take you to the coast, I rather feel like I'm still waiting a bit in the grand entrance hall of my sophisticated suburban villa. I'm waiting in my expensive suit, occasionally glancing at my gold wristwatch to check how many minutes the lady of my heart will be late as she changes for the evening's reception for the hundredth time. I stand under an oversized chandelier in front of a two-tiered, curving, never-ending staircase, with gold banisters decorated with ivory, pompous paintings adorning the walls. I put on the scent again, I inhale deeply, it whisks me away from the seemingly endless wait. It takes me to a yacht somewhere where only I am. With clear azure water. I watch the fish swim back and forth in the water, the sun glistening on the shallow ripples of the water's surface, it's quiet, just me, the light ocean breeze, my heartbeat and that scent. She kisses me lightly on my cheek and whispers softly in my ear "Darling, I'm done. Let's go."

The scent and bottle are the first things to remind me of sophisticated 70s, but not necessarily azure shores. That comes later. The naming confuses a little in my opinion, the glass bottle with gold lid and label promises here perhaps rather an atmosphere of heavy whiskey in the hands of a big industrialist, who has evtl a little too much money on the high edge.

Nevertheless, one of my favorite fragrances!

Never would I have thought that such a fragrance gets me. Actually, my fragrances are leathery, hearty, strict and I think rather little of citrus notes.

But: sometimes you get caught by associations and you are at the mercy of the scent. So it is with me Soleil de Capri.

This fragrance is celebration in the budding sunset on - for my sake - Capri.
Soleil de Capri reminds me 100% of this recipe (anyone can try it):
Take a tall glass, fill it with 3/4 of a large lime (cut into several pieces), pour about 1 tablespoon of cane sugar over it, and pour a shot of Martini Bianco over it. Then crush this mixture and stir well so that the lime juice mixes with the martini and the sugar begins to dissolve. Put on three or four thick ice cubes and then fill the glass well with martini.
1:1 THIS - For me. That's summer. That's good vibes. That's carefree partying with friends - on Capri.

J.F. Schwarzlose Berlin - Leather 6 (2015)

Dark, wicked and lashings...

or as the pious says "Nomen est omen".

Without knowing what fragrance it was, what notes it contained, my first association was "Darkroom". With my eyes closed, the hairy guy in his leather harness stood in front of me, a whip in his hand. It's summer, it's humid outside and the air is heavy, the night is dark, the basement darker. Everything is sweating in the leather, there's smoking, there's partying, and in the middle of it all, there's having a good time.... at its finest. It's not just the sweat that mixes with the softened leather. It's a wild party night where there's no tomorrow. And yet one day you wake up in your bed, from the glaring sun passing by the window and brushing your sweaty, naked body, and you take a deep breath and there's that guy in his leather outfit standing in front of you again, demanding you come and take your punishment.

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JPG does not promise too much with "Le Beau" and its temptation on a distant island of desire. Tropical nights under the open sky, dawn on the quiet sandy beach, the first rays of sunshine tickle the moist and salty skin.
A couple of lovers, close and at the same time playful, enjoy the time together, they feel the lust that flows through their bodies, the scent is familiar, it is warm, it is sweet, it becomes a wild fantasy, a dance of pleasure.

Let citrusy lace whisk you away to the Mediterranean in the morning, follow the fruity scent of Calabria and jump aboard your dream ship that will take you straight to the South Seas.

Let coconut wood take you to a game of well-deserved relaxation at noon and don't let the rhythm of the sound of the waves take you away.

In the evening, let familiar tonka bean lead you into blissful safety that embraces you and immerse yourself in this scenery with the fragrance.

The Flacon brings you in the style of straight art decor and its brute, edgy and last but by the intimate leaf in a dichotomy between desire, excitement and prudishness and shame. If so much emphasis was placed on the edgy design of the masculine torso, why the leaf? We know the flacons of JPG - why get confused here? Because here the imagination takes hold!