SolisOccasum

If you take a pearl in your hand and look at it for a while, you will notice that its perfection is wonderfully imperfect.
How Please Is This To Be Understood?
Okay from the top...
How exactly does a milky pearl emerge that shimmers in all the colours of the rainbow at the same time? Exactly... as a troublemaker in a shell. The unpleasant dust grain is actually covered with more than 2000 layers. With industrious patience, the shell covers the Piesaker with opaque and iridescent phlegm for almost two years. This in turn becomes firm and finally appears as a splendid gem, which adorns fingers, necks or ears.

The scent ...
It's by no means the dust grain. No, rather the finished product. The pearl as a gemstone. You can feel the years of work, the attention to detail. The scent changes subtly from soapy clean citric fresh to classic madamy noble powdery.
It's not a rebellious dominant scent. Rather a stylistic device to underline the natural grace or elegance. Not playful, but noble. No tüdeldidü and halölle smell, rather thoughtfully, completely self-confident self.
But.... not perfect. He just seems like... similar to the pearl. There is hardly a perfect, complete round pearl (in nature), there is always an unevenness. But exactly this not perfect, gives the stone its uniqueness.
So also the Chanel 1957.
At the beginning it starts quite citrically fresh and quite present. Too much neroli, I suppose After 5 min it is then tamed, softer and more powdery.
I like the middle.... There it becomes soft, sweetish, doesn't seem so distant anymore and adapts harmoniously to my skin. Towards the end it becomes woodier, deeper and gets the Chanel-like signature.

Conclusion:
A classic spring fragrance that can conjure up a good mood in the right doses. A pearl among the many scents of this time. A calm, somewhat cool, distanced fragrance. But who, as soon as he grabs one, won't let go. A wonderfully almost perfect fragrance to a wonderfully almost imperfect wearer.

When you visit Konstanz at Lake Constance, you start to tick off various things on a to do list. Besides the beautiful old town, the smaller, very informative museums, a climbing course and the university's own botanical garden and micro-zoo, I really wanted to go pedal boating.

So we rented one and got started. After approx. 15 min the air was out for the time being. -Take a break and let your gaze wander sluggishly over glittering silver water.
The gurgling of the water, which quietly bumps into the boat in waves, is eavesdropped on and in the distance watched the small sailing boats manoeuvring. Quiet birdcalls in your ears and a light breeze that will ruffle your hair and let time wander to your thoughts.
Wonderful.

The scent:
Tommy The Girl fits this situation quite well.
The beginning is fresh, fruity and slightly sweet. Some component sticks out artificially at first, but disappears quite quickly. Clearly recognizable is the sweetish pear, which gets a little scratchy in the course (I guess a little too ripe, but this is a matter of taste) .
The lily of the valley makes him look a little more serious. Talk fresh, but not refreshing. Clean, but not washed. Sweet but not overblown.
After half an hour then more creamy and somewhat more velvety in the exit. The cashmere wood, I suppose. I can't make out a cedar like that, but it's not bad. The fragrance already tells its story.
He's not holding up well. Four hours it was on my skin. Sillage just as discreet.
This scent does not surprise. He is what he claims to be. A girl.
With fashionable clothing style, large creoles. The long hair to the Dutt up-pucked and the mobile phone in the hand to dadeln.
For me it was just fitting to go to the pedalo, because the girl (In the heart we are all little pictures of ourselves in sound, cheeky, defiant and childish) that I sometimes like to be, the scent said. "I'm nice and I don't hurt"


Conclusion:
A good starter fragrance for young adolescents. Not expensive to buy and well done.
Sweetly fruity creamy fresh (not refreshing but clean) not obtrusive and not loud. Does not hold super, but you can spray it.

For adults like me (not really always, but from the age then nevertheless :-D) a beautiful trip on the lake with peace, water, sun and vacation

Recently I flew through France.
I had just fanned a storm and was happy to rush him into the vast barren landscape. The grey storm clouds piled up over the violet long rows of lavender fields and coloured them dark blue.
I swept and whirled through the sparsely overgrown plain, frightened the little grey shimmering wild horses and competed with them. I believed old dead wood, tore it up, whirled it around itself, then dropped it jerkily. Heissa what a pleasure!!!
The little fun ended at the rice fields.
The cloud cover broke open, the dark grey sky became azure again. The light distributed the rest of the shadows and made the colors shine.
Stormed. Thunderstorm!!
Somewhat uncouraged I brushed the small water plants and flew through the water channels. As the sky cleared, I watched the water split into trickles into the swamps and disappeared.
Now I whispered more quietly through the fields interspersed with rocks and suddenly heard the song of the Camargue.
A gentle buzzing reached my ear, beginning quietly, getting louder. Radiantly soft in its hardness. Ending in diminuendo. Still present.

The scent:
In the first moment incredibly creamy with real rice smell. The Adagio begins, but only lasts a moment, felt, because immediately the very citrically present bergamot appears jerkily and takes the helm. At first dissonant rather than harmonious. The rhythm changes and merges into allegro con brio. Another change. The sandalwood milk makes the scent warm woody. Balsamic. Andante begins.
The bergamot reflects on her exuberance and retires somewhat embarrassed into the row.
The appearance of lavender. Clear and somewhat spicy he sings along in the baritone. Always the bergamot in the background with creamy waves.
So many impressions emerge, alternate, build up in order to completely rearrange themselves. A very successful fragrance, which captured the character and the idiosyncratic charm of the landscape very convincingly.
Durability is top. Sprayed on at 16 o'clock, and in the morning still tenderly smelling creamy on the wrist.
Sillage always like dosed gell?

Conclusion:
No sweet scent. Not really soft. Rather creamy with tart citric fragments. Complex. Not always portable. A fragrance for the moment of calm and reordering after the storm. A fragrance with an idiosyncratic song.
The song of the Carmargue

It's not easy for Mrs. Holle today. She got herself a pretty lazy trainee into the company. Of course, the young thing may still remain the trial period, but after that she should leave. Fastest possible.
I don't understand. Actually, everything's pretty loose around here. Like the down pillows and beds. Every morning, in the local quarter, these should be shaken out please decently. And if the pillows leave a few feathers, so much the better.
The same goes for the cat. All she needs is a plate of milk. Not with cinnamon, not with sugar or anything. Normal milk. Of the other things Mrs. Holle does not dare to think at all anymore.
Water the little tree, repaint the peacock, resole the dance, feed the rainbow, scatter the meadow and sing of the silence. All quite simple tasks.
But oh.... nowadays it is soo hard to find good apprentices.
The chubby Frau Holle puts her round golden nickel glasses in order, plucks a few silver strands quickly and stuffs them disorderly into her bun. Then she rolls up her sleeves and looks for Pechmarie.
What the welfare for a certificate will get?

The fragrance.
Well. Actually quite linear.
He starts super feathery soft powdery warm vanilla. He kills first. BUT. It actually gets softer and finally smells like warm rice pudding with powder and fluff.
But I wouldn't want to wear it in the summer months. Although it becomes soft and very pleasant, the powdery sweet still would be too heavy for me.
Even close up too fluffy. It lasts 6 hours but is very close to the body. And at the beginning really penetrating causing headache, but dims back to close to the body.

Conclusion:
If Mrs. Holle takes over the scepter, the fragrance will be really good. (Tendentious direction kenzo amour) -who likes it also likes the poudre d'été.

Once again it is amazing how different fragrances are valued here. Is that because of the stamps or because of what exactly?
There are sweet scents that belong (in my opinion) forbidden, but are still hyped. Others, on the other hand, are not so bad at all, as shown here. And the third kind of scents resembles super rated scents, but will be destroyed anyway.
I've got a theory.... but that doesn't belong here.

First of all
The scent:
Begins with a sweet raspberry cream note. Yes, sweet and slightly artificial. But that doesn't bother here, because the raspberry quickly gives way to a tangy, tangy currant, which blows along passionately with vanilla (dark spicy).
Then the sweet becomes softer and finer, changes into cream cream and gets a light caramelized almond touch.
Rose and jasmine? They must have hid well, but it doesn't matter.
This fragrance is also so well made. It then remains dark, smoky, creamy and sweet until it disappears. Again and again however a sweet warmth blows against me, which is quite pleasant.
In contrast to some other fragrances, you can really make out a fragrance process here. I guess. I smell it. I think.

Sillage? Not really rummsig, but 8h+ in 20 cm sniffable.
A well made sweet creamy creamy scent. No seal puller and certainly not cheap-looking. A fragrance that is actually intended for the mass, but from 28 upwards. More in the evening and for going out. And made for the colder evenings.

Conclusion:
Better than his reputation
Cream cream without solid cardboard effect. No headache candidate with very sympathetic ending. A fragrance for sweet noses who appreciate a cream fragrance