Schwälbchen

Have I grown for you? You masterpiece?
Liquid silk.
Pigeon netted earth.

May I dare? How will you meet me, receive me?

You greet me stormy, urgent. Slightly medical.
Lively aldehydes want to unfold. A classic waxy note melts with my skin.
Oak moss - green and full I perceive right at the beginning.
But soon the scent calms down. It becomes softer and in the cinnamon-fruity spice I recognize a resemblance to Mitsouko. Sometimes you're green-bright, sometimes earthy-deep or seductively full-bodied. Only Dioressence is so incredibly more. So friendly. A positive aura. Kindly. Tender.
The flowers are a single fabric. Silky flowing. I perceive a tender carnation, only one. The iris root, I suppose, gives Dioressence this incomparable powdery buttery.
Like a dark glow from warm depth, the scent radiates into the base.

The shelf life of 12+ hours is above average and by today's standards extraterrestrial.
The initially strong projection (aldehydes must fly *g*) retreats pleasantly. Despite the two small sprayers in the sample, the scent is clearly perceptible.

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At this point, my extraordinary thanks go to SchatzSucher, to whom I owe the generous sample.
Dear Sven, Your good taste is getting creepy to me.
The comment refers to the Vintage EdT.

To all of you, a good, friendly, sunny morning and fragrant day.
Namaste.

You are already a great group here on Parfumo and I very often enjoy friendly exchanges, stimulating comments ... AND ... of course the one or the other fragrance post, which my well-intentioned resolutions ... Well, you might know that too...

The package reached me last Thursday at an advanced hour. The joy about the carefully compiled content lasted only a short time, because immediately afterwards our eldest son rumbled into the cosy evening round and announced that his much-loved four-legged roommate suddenly didn't look so good. Her condition did not allow her to wait until the next day and so she had to be put into the experienced hands of a veterinarian that same evening. Once you have decided to live an enriching life with animals under one roof, you bear responsibility. This also includes one or the other unpleasant decision. And so we wished the elderly lady a good last journey after two days of intensive veterinary care. During these two days of hope, anxiety, chaos and disillusionment, I was accompanied and comforted by a fragrance selected by the dear SchatzSucher with unerring accuracy. I'd rather thank you Sven for the exquisite melange of the rehearsals and the honour that I can test these treasures.
Perfume Calligraphy Rose begins for me with a pleasant sweet-spicy prelude. It's a well-dosed 'herbal' sweetness. Not long, and the rose appears. And what a one. Not a teenage fresh rose. No, this one is slightly candied and reminds me a bit of a fruity liqueur without being sticky. I find the comparison with a rosendesert in the previous comments extremely apt and elegant. Oregano and lavender skilfully prevent the rose from slipping into the pompous heaviness and give the fragrance a kind of lightness. The wearer*in is enveloped in a protective, comforting, supple soft fragrancetaura. Warm amber and discreet incense accompany this beautiful rose for many hours. The shelf life is good with 8 hours. The initially strong Sillage is increasingly receding on my skin after more than 3 hours. This all doesn't sound so exciting now, but Calligraphy Rose is a real nose connoisseur. Further down in the comments a comparison to Tauers "Une Rose de Kandahar" has been drawn. Although both perfumes approach the rose theme similarly, the Tauer is "coarser" in the composition, louder and more self-confident. Well, if you're looking for decency, you won't go for the tauer. In a direct comparison, the Calligraphy Rose is clearly ahead. It is wonderfully balanced and manages the balancing act between spices, sweetness and a clear rose. Actually (and if a sentence already begins with "actually"...) another fragrance was preferred as the next purchase. Someone who's been on the wish list a long time. And there it still stands, because I'm all over this soft, warm, gentle fluid and I'm hoping to find a bottle left over.
My thanks go to SchatzSucher: dear Sven, thank you very much for your mail. With effort and thought you have chosen the treasures. The new fragrance experiences are a real ray of hope. And with sophistication and intuition, you've vamoosed my good intentions.

This weekend we said goodbye. My kids baked a cake. It was written in sugar with "Farewell Rosie" on it. Show must go on.

Namaste ;)

Finally, the days are getting longer again. The last snowballs hide in shady corners. Warming sunbeams tickle my skin. And also the birds want to greet the approaching spring. It is her friendly singing that awakens in me the longing for airy green, for richly moist earth. After the peace and originality of the forests. And it is precisely this longing that makes me choose Mitsouko today. Already a few days I creep around the bottle, place it in my hand, take off the cap and suck the scent deep into it. This year it will rain Mitsouko - comments from the sky. 100 years. Milestone. Icon. Role model. Grand Dame and Diva.

Diva, if I make the mistake of putting her on the wrong job. Sprayed too close to the skin and it lifts the strict index finger, looks disgruntled, almost displeased.

Then rather by wasteful gesture put some sprayers into ether. Slowly the fine fog trickles down on my skin. So generously applied, Mitsouko now adheres to nothing at all bärbeißiges more. Friendly bergamot and light citrus fruits greet me. They are of natural freshness and neither harsh nor scratchy for me. They meet up with well-meaning jasmine and fragile-looking lilac. The appearance of the peach in this wonderful composition intoxicates every time anew. It has not yet developed its full sweetness, is still young and tender and yet can be perceived authentically as a fruit. A dream. But the most beautiful is yet to come. In the drydown Mitsouko - the serious, the silence - becomes incredibly cuddly. The almost shy flowers and the discreet fruitiness slowly give off the sceptre to a warm cinnamon note - for their endurance is fantastic. This takes all the rigour out of the oak moss and gives this masterpiece a golden shimmer.

There may be countless aspects that have made Mitsouko successful over so many generations. For me it symbolizes like no other fragrance the perfect symbiosis between the last icy breeze and the warming sunbeams of an early spring day. And exactly then she accompanies me on long hikes through the deep green silence of the forests. Mitsouko. The return of longing

What attributes. My curiosity was aroused. It took a test. The bottling orders. At this point we would like to thank Maya11 for the great handling.

So get your skin on: Wow, Noir de Noir doesn't start dark at all. A radiantly tart freshness tickles the nose. Somehow..... fruity - tingling. Is that the saffron? It reminds me a little of the juicy spiciness of ginger. In any case unusual, innovative and with high recognition value. Demanding (some might call it exhausting), because this top note is impossible to ignore. If it demands attention and attention, it gives the same to the wearer*in the public environment.

But patience also pays off here. Because the unusual, almost austere entree spreads the carpet for an extremely pleasantly flowery, bitter rose. Cool with a certain severity and definitely unisex she is. Garnet red, darkly shimmering and of enviable unsweetness. The vanilla only becomes perceptible in the drydown, but the fragrance retains its tart freshness. It seems almost dry, which I would like to attribute to moss and patchouli. This rose is definitely to my taste.

Flowery but not playful.
Powerful but distant.
Brilliant, and yet so much deeper than all the roses I've known so far.

So he lingers - hardly changed - hour after hour. The Sillage, which was quite lush at the beginning, gradually withdraws and becomes pleasantly perceptible but not overwhelming. The shelf life is excellent. Words like "atomic" have their justification. On my skin, I can still see it the next day. Clothing is permanently impregnated with Noir de Noir. He has already occupied a jacket collar and scarf and claimed them for himself. Here it is recommended to use garments that are available for exclusive scenting with NdN.

Definitely a scent for the lady or the gentleman. He represents for me unagitated presence with a certain life experience and maturity, is sophisticated and distinguished.

Dark chocolate and a glass of dry red wine would be for me parallel pleasures to Noir de Noir. And despite these associations, he is also an excellent companion for me in everyday life. Whether in a meeting, at a party with guests or just for myself - if I feel like it, I get a bouquet of dark red roses. Even the woman is.

In this sense namaste,

your Schwälbchen :)

She looked out the window at the field behind the house. The rising star sent first golden peaks across the ice and the sky just lost the last pale pink veils. Here, on the very edge of civilization, there was nothing to obscure the view of clear white freedom. Everything heavy left her.

Silence. Her breath went deep and calm. And her hands still held the plain glass bottle clasped. Only a few heartbeats had passed since she saw the fine mist sink over her head. The tender fruitiness of the mandarin filled the whole room. Friendly. Inviting. Sunlight flooded the grey-brown floorboards under her bare feet. She closed her eyes, breathed woody-warming equanimity. Sandalwood. Balsamic. Etheric. Whispering. They absorbed the scent. His scent. Sandalwood was his scent. I always have. With his boyish, playful smile, he always stole her bottle because he liked that perfume so much. And she fell asleep in his arms, tenderly enveloped by him and his scent.

Breathe. She said to herself. Her silent gaze directed at the sun. Eyes still closed. She saw the car. Or what was left of it. Keep breathing. Hot tears ran down her cheeks. The cops. Faces walked on. The bag with his things. The heavy glass in her hands. Its scent. She could feel him standing next to her. Smiled.

Silence. Crystal delicate vanilla speckles. Finely woven memories. A little luck.

She looked out the window at the field behind the house. And felt weightless.