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Many people are looking for that one, unique fragrance that reflects all their expectations of life.
Does such a fragrance even exist?
How is it conceived and is it the same for everyone?
This fragrance may exist, but it is very rare to crystallize what it must be able to do in order to sneak into the soul of its wearer.
If one assumes that a human being, when catapulted to this earth, has been able to enjoy a carefree existence up to now and under normal circumstances, since he has perhaps become aware of his personality in the size of a gummy bear. Then it is thrown out of its paradise into mummy's lap; it has needs such as hunger, thirst, warmth, protection and security, which must now be met by the people involved.
For a variety of reasons, most of which we are certainly not even aware of, most people do not succeed in satisfying these needs one hundred percent. What motivates some people to say this is practising frustration tolerance, which puts others under constant pressure to want to do everything right.
Nevertheless, there remains this vacuum, sometimes for life, which outsiders are unaware of because they are distracted by various stimuli.
For some people it never becomes apparent, for others only when they reach adulthood, that they have a deficit; one that reveals an emptiness deep inside that they cannot really grasp.
Yuki is not a spiritual fragrance, but like a smooth gel it fills holes in the emotional hard drive, mending connections that have been cut due to carelessness or trauma.
Lavender is often used for calming - even for tall and/or elderly people - and can be an opponent to anxiety if it is strongly herbaceous and hits the nose hard.
It is rare to find it as wonderfully composed and embedded as it is here, in powdery snow once thawed and covered with an ice crust, radiantly thrown back with the help of the sun.
The powdery note mentioned several times here is more reminiscent of wig powder, which is used in theaters or courthouses in England to care for second hair.
In addition, these harmoniously soft bath foam bubbles with a subtle soapy note, which only make you shiver comfortably.

Yuki is much more than the sum of its parts.
Warm, soft, uplifting, comforting and everything that touches you deep inside. Yet enchantingly gentle and quiet.
Puristic fits. Just like the lacquer-black box in which the perfume is sold. Wrapped in colorful fabric decorated with typical Japanese ornaments and traditionally knotted. A real feast for the eyes.

Never touch a butterfly by the wings, it impairs its quality of life, was always my grandfather's admonition with a raised index finger.
The wing dust, as I call it in layman's terms, consists of many small scales and enables the fluttering creature to fly stably without expending a lot of energy. If the wing is dusted by contact with our skin's own fat, this affects the butterfly, but does not necessarily lead to death, as is often mentioned.
One scale follows the next, almost like iridescent fish scales, they represent the complete color spectrum of these flyers of a summer. The rich yellow of the swallowtails contrasts with the black, the intense red and iridescent green of the rams' tails. Also the brown bear, clearly accentuated with strong colors. Add to this the beautiful sky blue of the Hauhechel blue butterfly.
That's the scent. My theory: the microparticles that detach when the wings flap attach themselves to the nasal mucosa of the wearer and leave a highly recognizable mark. Impossible to ever forget this scent again.
An iridescent masterpiece of colors in which so many individual components form a perfect whole. Shimmering aldehydes open the round of dancing moths that love to rest in the sun on the pink blossom.
Very inconspicuous at first spray, on closer perception of the fragrance a fantastic world of fragrances that are completely unspectacular on their own, but together form a potpourri that I have not often smelled in this way.
Warm, soft, subtle spiciness with a temporary sweetness. In between, there is always the wafting of a lukewarm wind, which allows the butterfly to rise only to cool itself shortly afterwards on the fresh water.
Anyone expecting a green fragrance, as the bottle might suggest, will be disappointed.
Leather? Very briefly, fine, gray suede comes to the fore, only to linger longer on other occasions. This is either due to the mood of the day or the temperature. Who knows?
Interesting this cocoa note, which remains (very) discreetly in the background, as if someone had stopped for a moment with a cup of hot chocolate and a small veil of aroma floats in our direction. Slightly nutty nuances, with powdered cream, soft and creamy.

The name of the perfume is very well chosen for this constantly changing fragrance. It always shimmers differently, and the more often I can smell it on women, the more beautiful I find it.

The price is not without its drawbacks, as already mentioned elsewhere, the word limited triggers us. This fragrance fulfills the expectations we had - unfortunately in vain - for its namesake from Puredistance.
With the green butterfly, we are now in the comfortable position of being able to spray on the radiant light, warmth and sparkling colors of summer during the darker months.

It is no wonder that we, who as infants were conditioned to vanilla (-flavor) in the infant milk from the factory, have built up a great affinity for vanilla-containing products.
There may also be the stark opposite; people who deeply dislike anything with vanilla for this reason. I love vanilla.
I love vanilla when it's not sticky, molasses-like on me.
Here I got some samples, which were allowed to move on immediately for the above reasons.
Thought that was it with the extract of parts of the orchid-like plant in fragrances.

Shalimar was always a fear opponent in my eyes.
In particular, with the spice-heavy base essence described as Guerlinade, I was always afraid. I myself could never wear them, but smelled them very much on ladies.
Amazing that there are wearers / on which this fragrance can be elegant and strong, while on others it seems completely out of place and stubborn.
When Planefolia was announced here on this page, I was already triggered, something let expect great.
At that time I was on several short trips through Europe's southern climes and came on the way back also through Belgium. So two bottles taken with me.
In the back room of the perfume salon and in my cerebrum again and again the word "limited". Pulls with me. Almost always.
What I feel when wearing, I can not and will not even dress in words, it touches me deeply.
This dark, almost black, slightly coked vanilla immediately affects my synapses.
The light smoke is joined by the spice of guerlinade, unmistakable and very well woven into this fragrance creation.
It is a real delight to smell the sprayer, sensational, on the other hand, to smell so of warm skin.
So there it was: the olfactory enrichment called Guerlain DNA.
The scent veil rising from the wrist or the neck seizes not only me, but also all the people around me. Some also perceive a dark, full-bodied aroma of a long conched chocolate melting in the mouth.
Without exception, all people confronted with the fragrance are enthusiastic about this fragrance and no one assigns this fragrance the clear classification female.
Not that I care.
This Glücklichmacherwässerchen will probably only really come into its own at temperatures around freezing point. Me already creep loss fears and I will probably have to create a stock. I wrote yes already: limited.

From the cradle to eternal silence: vanilla.
So I want to smell, when my family, friends and all who were important to me, in the hopefully still distant future of me take leave.
Always the comforting scent of this wonderful Planefoliavanille in the memory.
That would be great!

2021,
in the middle of the city, Pippilotta, my Rüd*in , feels the urge to run. A trickle towards the curb, where the zinc garbage cans ready for pickup steam away.
The air between the rows of houses shimmers. The heat, that unbearable heat that can't touch you in the country or by the sea.
My dog, who was given the name Dieter by his family of origin due to his gender, toddles further and further in the direction of Stammpinkelecken other Vierbeiner*innen.
Wait, there was what....A mirage? Supposed to happen when it's over 35 degrees in the shade. A man, as if in slow motion, floats past us. That smell coming from him, I know that smell.

Catapulted into the late 80s.
The locker rooms of the BSG Traktor Groß Lindow.
That's where the big boys played.
Sometimes brothers took the little ones there. Somewhat time-delayed to the training of the juniors, the ball game hour of the Windelk-i-cker took place. Not with a, although that was also true for one or the other. Boah, what has stunk there some.
Luke did not.
He was three months, two weeks and five days older than me. Our brothers were the star players of the place. When our playtime was over, we would roam the sports field, proud as Oskars. Towards the cabins of the adults, which was also allowed to be used by the half-stars.
We schmoozed around the corner of the showers and laughed ourselves silly about the celebrating players and their rituals. It smelled like cheap consumer soap. No lather, just a lather. From the urinals, separated only by a curtain of burlap, a mixture of limestone and urinal balls wafted over. In addition, the stench of players' shirts soaked in sports sweat, manufacturer Kristall, VEB Trikotagen. After foot it smelled also.

Memories of various scribbles come up. Spellings of Ferkeleien, which have opened up to us only much later. The man and I grin at each other.
Hello Lukas, is that you? How I have missed you. The boy who was my sparring partner in sports...long ago.
He tells me that he had to leave the pied nest of our childhood. Also, to be able to pursue his interests for the same sex, without spies behind the curtain. He tells about the pain he had to suffer because of his inclination in the small town and in the family and that's why he decided to stay in the city after graduation.
Only now I understand why my mother broke with Luke's....

How I recognized you, after all you would have changed visually a lot?
By your smell Lukas. How could I not recognize you? You, who were my shoulder to lean on, to cry on, when I thought I would have to travel to the angels in heaven after Daddy's death. You who held me in your arms when we sat trembling in the tree house for fear of discovery , because we called the ABV Schwabbelbacke. What have our Muttis laughed; actually only mine, if I have that correctly in memory.
Lukas, I never forget you and always recognize you among millions.
By your smell, the scent of the carefree time when neither of us knew much of the adult world or even would have been able to claim all the promises life gave us.
Kouros, the scent of our big brothers, who promised so much and kept it too.

(Kouros Vintage)

Bamboo is from my grandma's vintage box. Many flacons have come this way into my possession.
It's amazing how opulent and radiant these fragrances used to be and still are today, even though they were very cheap to buy, even relative to wages at the time.
I just remember Mouson soap, for me the epitome of luxury, always in an extra box meant for special days.
For us, the Kaloderma in the green and white cardboard box was enough, according to the packaging with glycerin, rice powder and honey jelly.
Bamboo opens after application to the skin not at all shaving water-like, but with an ambratic spice that lasts about two hours. After that, the fragrance turns and a subtle sweetness rises, which never becomes intrusive or even annoying.
Why this fragrance is preferred as masculine, is not quite clear to me, could be due to the year of release, when the allocation in male / female was still customary.
I share the assessment of Ergoproxy, who notes in his review that a certain affinity for vintage fragrances is conducive to the acceptance of this Colognes.
Later, the minimal sweetness is joined by a certain animalic note, which, contrary to expectations, blends wonderfully into the scent.
On Gund this unpredictable animal nuance is the bamboo cologne rather a small, rather than a large panda bear. The "real" bamboo bear eats 99% vegetable, the little panda, on the other hand, can also more often animal food munched and steams out accordingly.
In my immediate environment, there are men who in typical work dirty clothes, sweat beads on the forehead and the Hackepeterschrippe with a good deal of onion, a Gürkchen as a garnish in hand, take a break and smell like the bamboo cologne that I have tested here and described.
Who has the opportunity to test this cologne, with good shelf life for it: always ran to the Bouletten!