SolisOccasum

According to Ephraim Kishon, the apple is to blame for everything. He himself had been able to ask about this case with the worm that had lived in the worm.
Pretty heavy accusation the worm's making, don't you think?
And what does the worm have to report?
Eve, the poorest, had bitten into the witness's dwelling due to a short phase of mental derangement and missed him by a hair's breadth. It is not enough that the dwelling is now uninhabitable, because the serious offence of vandalism is accompanied by the offence of inciting a crime. Namely the one that the golden-haired Eva, with flashing Dentagard teeth, beckons her only true beloved to her and hands him the apple. Adam, who is also not blessed with knowledge, rubs the sucked apple and also bites it clean.....
CHACK!!! And then they were naked. What a shame to stand naked before all the onlookers without shame. (Just think of the poor homeless worm. Or the many animals that also had to witness this representation Tststs)

And what does that have to do with the perfume now?
ALSO:
Right at the beginning you can perceive the juicy sweet scent of a fresh fruit (I wouldn't have thought of an apple, but thanks to Ephraim Kishon... )
In addition, there are still slight citric fumes in the background. (Fresh fruits grow in the Parafies, no frozen goods)
Almost as fast as the fragrances appear, they disappear again, but then this wonderfully warm spicy vanilla fragrance appears and skilfully powders my wrist. What's that? There's no vanilla? No! Still there.
And now the powder is getting really baby-scented. Extremely well done. In addition the breath of makeup and I float on a cheerful fragrance cloud through the room. (No wonder Eva bites this apple. I would have done that too)

It only lasts 4 hours, but I love to spray it on again.


It's neither uniform nor terribly synthetic. My skin finds the scent good.
Of course, this fragrance is delicate and almost ethereal, but let's be honest. Not every scent has to kill the other or?
Or do you think the snake would have tried to taste Eve's apple at last -herrjeh and to hell also- until she bites it intimidated and frightened? I don't think so!
It's more the quiet whispers that are the danger than the loud words. Because at some point you think it's your own ideas that are there.
And that's the scent. A whisper, a little quiet temptation. The second skin.

Conclusion:
Had it not been for the apple, there wouldn't have been the fall of man and therefore no perfume and no perfume for us anyway.
This fragrance skillfully turns powder and makeup into an experience. A fragrance for ethereal well-being and quiet connoisseurs.

In the garden, a small stone Buddha sits on a slate stone in the shade of an ancient creaky cherry.
He has been meditating for quite some time and seems to smile about the all too hectic time.
Next to him, also in the shade, stands a pale pink peony. She stands there almost forgotten, because little vetches already climb up her leaves. Nobody has supported the plant so that its heavy flower heads bend down to the ground. The attentive observer might almost think that the peony whispers something important into the Buddha's stone ear, because the gentle breeze makes the flowers tremble.
And one could also be tempted to think that the Buddha is now pondering what has been said.
Such a delicate and transient situation that the observer secretly begins to wonder whether he has not seen little elves dashing through the canopy of the old cherry leaves. Because we wouldn't be surprised or?
The peony has only 7 days before its gossamer petals begin to wilt. Seven days to send her breathy kiss of fragrance into the world. "...But..." so the inclined observer notes..... in 7 days the world was created....so enough time to absorb this idyll completely.

The scent:
Flowers and fruits start sweet to smell the bet. I smell peach and lots of rose. Other things are rather marginal. While the rose remains rosy and develops a touch of creaminess, the sweetness changes and fades to a purple gauze that seems to float in the wind.
I don't recognize any other scents. Never mind, still fine.

A transparent very delicate and transient romantic fragrance. Innocent idyllic. It is designed in such a way that it can only be perceived from close up. (Kissing breath)
And the shelf life of 4 hours is also delicate. But it's well done and fine.

Conclusion:
Even the silent kisses breathed on are not to be despised. A very special fragrance for women who are self-sufficient. For nature-loving flower children who can recognize something in every flower, every cloud. For good people and animal lovers who know what happiness means in small things.

Toadie or Toadwart at that time, the poor Winzoger, who is not quite so scornful, doesn't have it easy. At Drekmore Castle (I have always loved these names) there is chaos as always. Stupid ogres run into each other while Count Igzorn trains his vocal chords. Again they pursue the goal to make the gummy bears the pink syrupy magic potion to abstintig.
In each consequence, the bears appearing in all spectral colors drink this sugar-juice and hop in magical way (on its asses Boing Boing Boing Boing covered with much cornea) through the forest. You will make Toadie look stupid and Count Igzorn look like a little lummox.

The scent:
Reminds us immediately of pink sugar syrup that has stood in the sun too long. Extremely cute, he already seems to throw bubbles. Very clearly an artificial raspberry is added. (There used to be pink raspberry-shaped sweets, the perfume smells just like they do).
Then dark golden forest honey is added. Also very sweet, also heavy. Slightly woody and sparse in the background. A little creaminess buffers the delicacy.
And that was it.
It lasts 6 hours and hums neatly.

Stone me, but the scent's not that bad. It resembles the LRN of Guerlain. Even so sweet and pink, (which scores much better in the rating) one would fill it into a Guerlain bottle, oh wonder the critical voices would be less and the rating better. But that's the way it is. Even with Parfumo. D
I find it exciting.

Conclusion:

A gummy bear fragrance for sweet noses. For good people and hearts. A scent that makes toadies look stupid and defines Igzorne as an eternal loser.
The only thing you're spared is jumping on your butt. Well done

I always find the story of Adam and Eve fascinating.
Of course, a woman must be to blame for the Fall. After all, such a complex being can only be spoiled. D
Ok we play through the following scenario:
Eva walks so tralala through paradise.
A fine breeze sweeps over her rosy cheek. Since she and Adam joined the nudist association, the breeze can cool them everywhere.
Eva is strolling through the garden. Passing lemon trees, mandarin groves and grapefruits. She already knows the apple tree, but she can't go there. Are they forbidden!
So I walked barefoot through the Lustgarten. From the corner of her eye she sees her beloved husband (after all, she has no choice, there is only him) who has made himself at home under a flowering tree and fingers his lint out of his belly button.
It's really great in paradise! Really nice. Always the sun shines and everything is fragrant.
And then Eva sees this wonderful perfume bottle standing at a fountain. Gold orange liquid shimmers through the transparent bottle. A silver coloured cap serves as lid.
Just once succumb to temptation. A quick sniff of this fragrant gold.
Eva takes a quick look around, and when nobody is looking, she opens the lid and inhales.....

The scent:

Immediately begins citrically refreshing. Very clearly the orange is to be smelled out. Sweet, slightly pungent in the nose. Then the grapefruit is added as well. It's a little harsher, but it gives the fragrance character.
Then the fragrance, which is already soft anyway, becomes even softer because the vanilla makes the fine refreshing fragrance slightly creamy. But only slightly, because the citric is in the foreground in the complete course of the fragrance. After 15 minutes the fragrance becomes close to the skin.
People don't kill me, I smell lavender and a hint of white jasmine. I wonder if that's true. Who knows. But this makes the scent in my opinion harsher and the scent was already good, so it is now really great. In the background green is added. (The fountain in paradise probably stands on a meadow protected by a green canopy of leaves. Yes, the scent is already at the end. It remains...creamy, sweetish, Still citric, green tart.
It only lasts 5 hours, on my skin, but I'm happy to spray it after.
Sillage is not really present. At 20 cm you can smell lemons fresh. Going towards the skin the rest.
A real delicate summer scent. A breath of wind in the blazing heat. Very ethereal!

Conclusion:
The Fall was probably caused by a perfume. If not by this, then by a very similar fragrance.
A summer scent for ethereal beings. Delicate and soft. A fragrance for women who don't need a statement because they are the statement themselves.

In Syracuse the indigo blue sea meets the azure blue sky. Dionysus, the happy, very hairy and well fed party god of the Greek Olympus, has just arrived on this side of the Sicilian island.
(The Romans have not yet discovered Sicily as an important and strategic point for themselves.)
He wants to find a fertile place for his followers and groupies. (Satyrs, Dryads, Nymphs and Maenads)
Pan will join as soon as the party starts and brings a handful of fauns with him. But he is still busy handing out flyers to the gods.

Iris floats on a ray of rainbow light, hand's breadth above the earth. Her hair has developed a life of its own due to the light breeze that she always carries with her and weighed in all directions.
She's wearing a lilac dress with cream embroidery. Flowers and blossoms entwine high on it.
Actually, she should still do some jobs for Demeter, but Dionysus, the charming devil, has managed to get her to put another job in between for him.
She will invite a few people so that the Gods Party will also be held in the future.......

The scent:

Starts quite citric, but loses this fresh breeze. Almost immediately, a velvety medium sweetness is added and colors the yellow orange impression in pink with cotton wool.
(The goddess Iris raises her hand)
Vanilla and creamy soft fluff are added as party guests and shimmer in brightest colours. Unfortunately, they displace the citric guests, who can only be perceived close to the wrist.
(The goddess Iris lifts an eyebrow and controls her eyeliner)
A little later you meet the jasmine, which starts dancing quite elegantly with the cotton-wool softener and the medium-heavy sweetness.
A harmonious fragrance lies on the skin and attracts the nose again and again to the place of spraying on.
(Iris unpacks her lip gloss)
And now it actually smells a little like lipstick.

The lemon-orange-grapefruit seem to have taken their courage together and enter the dance floor again.
All in all a fragrance with constant change. Always creamy powdery sweet. But sometimes more flowery, sometimes more citric. Then again more lipstick.
It lasts eight hours on my skin. In between I had the impression that the scent smells of rice pudding or vanilla rice (very slight hint and only a hint of kenzo amour)

Sillage can hang out on short notice. Depending on whether you want to shower in it. But then the sweetness rather kills.
The fragrance is reduced, but remains fragrant to 20 cm. It fits into any season, although cooler days tend to be more suitable for me.

Conclusion:
A wonderful romantic scent. Very fragile and yet strong.
A rainbow sugar scent for the unforgettable party on Syracuse