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Banquet of the elderly
Actually, Noel's too young for the old folks' banquet. I don't know how he got in. Anyway, he sat down at the side of the recently widowed Marie. He greeted her by saying, "Bonjour, guess what my name is. Little hint: everyone likes me." Marie looked confused. She couldn't even imagine that all people, liked such a greasy guy. His hair was still from the 50s, when pomade was in high demand. All right, maybe from early Yé-Yé, too. (That sounds like the Pleistocene, but means the early 60s. Note from the totally uninvolved scribe) Noël also smelled like he came from early Yé-Yé, cloying, greasy, and garlicky. "My name is Noël!" added Noël with a laugh. (Noël is the French word for Christmas.)
Marie didn't think it was so totally funny. She wasn't in the mood for jokes anyway. She was only 79, but had nevertheless been taken to the old folks' banquet for some time, since her recently deceased husband had been 10 years older than she.
Noël had to have bribed the bus driver. Noël worked at the slaughterhouse. His ex-wife had bought him a small house for the divorce. That's how happy she was to be rid of him. Noel did other jobs to supplement his meager salary. In the summer he poisoned the crows and got a bounty of €2 per crow. However, he did it not only for the money, but also for his pleasure.
Despite Marie's monosyllables and her defensive attitude, Noël did not leave the sprightly lady's side. Perhaps he had made a wager that he would get her around. I don't know, but I could imagine it with him. When it came to the apéritif, Noël practiced Marie something in her glass. At first Marie got all funny and eventually she got dizzy. Noël offered to take her home. Marie could barely speak and just nodded. She could not remember the rest of the evening later.
In the morning, Marie's skull throbbed. She was horrified to discover that she was lying in her bed completely naked. Alone, after all. As she pulled her arm out from under the covers, a waft of disgusting odor came with it. Bah, the perfume that greasy Noël had been wearing. What had happened, anyway. Marie stood up, examined the sheets, and blanched. Everything pointed to the fact that she had had sex with this Noël. Yet she was Catholic and even in marriage, nothing much had happened for years. The guy was a lot younger than her, but in her lucid state she wouldn't touch someone like that with a pair of pliers. Marie took a headache pill and took a very long shower. When she was dressed and inspected her wallet, she found that he had taken money. What a bastard. He knew full well she wouldn't turn him in. And indeed she didn't.
(I had to wash out the trash can I threw the paper towel with Eau du Séducteur into twice to get the stench out of the room. It also reminds me a lot of Mortal Skin, only without the fumes)
Marie didn't think it was so totally funny. She wasn't in the mood for jokes anyway. She was only 79, but had nevertheless been taken to the old folks' banquet for some time, since her recently deceased husband had been 10 years older than she.
Noël had to have bribed the bus driver. Noël worked at the slaughterhouse. His ex-wife had bought him a small house for the divorce. That's how happy she was to be rid of him. Noel did other jobs to supplement his meager salary. In the summer he poisoned the crows and got a bounty of €2 per crow. However, he did it not only for the money, but also for his pleasure.
Despite Marie's monosyllables and her defensive attitude, Noël did not leave the sprightly lady's side. Perhaps he had made a wager that he would get her around. I don't know, but I could imagine it with him. When it came to the apéritif, Noël practiced Marie something in her glass. At first Marie got all funny and eventually she got dizzy. Noël offered to take her home. Marie could barely speak and just nodded. She could not remember the rest of the evening later.
In the morning, Marie's skull throbbed. She was horrified to discover that she was lying in her bed completely naked. Alone, after all. As she pulled her arm out from under the covers, a waft of disgusting odor came with it. Bah, the perfume that greasy Noël had been wearing. What had happened, anyway. Marie stood up, examined the sheets, and blanched. Everything pointed to the fact that she had had sex with this Noël. Yet she was Catholic and even in marriage, nothing much had happened for years. The guy was a lot younger than her, but in her lucid state she wouldn't touch someone like that with a pair of pliers. Marie took a headache pill and took a very long shower. When she was dressed and inspected her wallet, she found that he had taken money. What a bastard. He knew full well she wouldn't turn him in. And indeed she didn't.
(I had to wash out the trash can I threw the paper towel with Eau du Séducteur into twice to get the stench out of the room. It also reminds me a lot of Mortal Skin, only without the fumes)
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It's getting night, senorita
Mr. Molvizar makes it immediately clear with the bottle and on his official website that he wants to serve our need for luxury. Gold flakes in a round flacon upside down in a square cushion, like an orb but more glittering, set with Svarovski stones and surrounded by a sun corona.
The orchid dominates the smell here for me. But what a rose orchid is supposed to be, is not clear to me. Maybe he means pink orchid? That could really be a translation error.
I think the smell is very sweet. Familiar tester M smells synthetic (because too sweet) flowers and pipe tobacco(!). Pipe tobacco is then probably the lotus? I guess that you had to save money on the scent (synthetic) because you had already invested so much money in the admittedly really great flacon.
It's just 27.5°C in here and that's definitely not the right temperature for any orchid scent. In winter Sol would get maybe 7.5 points from me, because I'm usually into orchid scent. Sol can be used therapeutically as a (group) narcotic at this temperature. Even though the scent is called "sun", you should only wear it in summer if you can let yourself fall into the cool swimming pool right away. Or stop in the evening when the sun has gone down ("No Sol"). I involuntarily imagine a dancing belly dancer wearing golden shiny clothes (in the style of RPG armour, i.e. with very little fabric) and waving a waving veil. But now I am also totally threatened by the scent.
It's getting night, senorita
And I don't have any perfume
Take me to your cottage
I don't want any' consumption
Some wealth, maybe
better than emigrating
And I'm also >br />
but as bad as the others
La la la la la la la la la la la la
The orchid dominates the smell here for me. But what a rose orchid is supposed to be, is not clear to me. Maybe he means pink orchid? That could really be a translation error.
I think the smell is very sweet. Familiar tester M smells synthetic (because too sweet) flowers and pipe tobacco(!). Pipe tobacco is then probably the lotus? I guess that you had to save money on the scent (synthetic) because you had already invested so much money in the admittedly really great flacon.
It's just 27.5°C in here and that's definitely not the right temperature for any orchid scent. In winter Sol would get maybe 7.5 points from me, because I'm usually into orchid scent. Sol can be used therapeutically as a (group) narcotic at this temperature. Even though the scent is called "sun", you should only wear it in summer if you can let yourself fall into the cool swimming pool right away. Or stop in the evening when the sun has gone down ("No Sol"). I involuntarily imagine a dancing belly dancer wearing golden shiny clothes (in the style of RPG armour, i.e. with very little fabric) and waving a waving veil. But now I am also totally threatened by the scent.
It's getting night, senorita
And I don't have any perfume
Take me to your cottage
I don't want any' consumption
Some wealth, maybe
better than emigrating
And I'm also >br />
but as bad as the others
La la la la la la la la la la la la
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Sweet strawberry youth
Philip Sava was just 14 years old when he was hired as cartographer by Joseph Hutchins Colton. The first trip went to Hobsonville, Oregon. At that time it was just a few makeshift houses and Indian tents between a dense forest and a bay. Hobsonville was home to a lot of Tillamook Indians in those days. They worked in the local lumber mill. Later there were other businesses, but in 1881 there was not so much going on in Hobsonville. Sava found it exciting to live in a tent. He was a teenager, even though he felt like a man. So it happened that he fell in love with one of the Tillamook girls. An impossible love. He was too young, she was too young. They both belonged to different social classes and cultures. He was only allowed to stay in Hobsonville for a short time until the project was completed. Despite the difficulties, it was the most wonderful time in his life. It was like a dream of pine resin in dark green forests and in between sweet wild strawberries, as sweet and as colored as the mouth of his Tillamook lovers.
He had asked the other Tillamook about their customs and so one day Sava was waiting on the stump of a freshly felled pine tree in a clearing where many wild strawberries grew. As his sweetheart stepped through the trees to pick wild strawberries, he sang a traditional courting song that the Tillamook men sang to their beloved. He had largely invented the words of the song because he did not speak their language. Since he sang so beautifully, the girl could no longer resist him. They sat down together on the tree stump. He put wild strawberries in his sweetheart's mouth and whispered love vows into her ear.
Only a few days later Sava had to return to New York. He never knew what happened to his beloved. He still thought about her often and sometimes, when he was mapping a forest, he would sing her song. Then he didn't care what the others thought about him.
Hobsonville is now a ghost town. In 1930, some older Tillamook women still lived there. One was certainly Sava's sweetheart. She waited for him but he never came back. Sava died, as we know, in 1923.
Cape Heartache is dominated by the scent of sweet strawberries. At the same time the scent of pine resin is very present. These are actually opposites. Cape Heartache smells dark green and red. But I think the contrasts go together quite well in this fragrance.
People can wear this fragrance almost all year round. In midsummer, it'll probably be too intense. The projection is neat. Outdoors the scent blows noticeably around you (7). I can't talk about the durability in hours but the scent lasts quite well. Nowadays you should be well over 14 years old when you wear this fragrance.
If you have a heart condition, you can sweeten it with this fragrance. If you long for the woods, you can roll around in the pine resin of this fragrance. Maybe when using Cape Heartache, you may also sing strange songs in foreign tongues, which is probably due to hormones
He had asked the other Tillamook about their customs and so one day Sava was waiting on the stump of a freshly felled pine tree in a clearing where many wild strawberries grew. As his sweetheart stepped through the trees to pick wild strawberries, he sang a traditional courting song that the Tillamook men sang to their beloved. He had largely invented the words of the song because he did not speak their language. Since he sang so beautifully, the girl could no longer resist him. They sat down together on the tree stump. He put wild strawberries in his sweetheart's mouth and whispered love vows into her ear.
Only a few days later Sava had to return to New York. He never knew what happened to his beloved. He still thought about her often and sometimes, when he was mapping a forest, he would sing her song. Then he didn't care what the others thought about him.
Hobsonville is now a ghost town. In 1930, some older Tillamook women still lived there. One was certainly Sava's sweetheart. She waited for him but he never came back. Sava died, as we know, in 1923.
Cape Heartache is dominated by the scent of sweet strawberries. At the same time the scent of pine resin is very present. These are actually opposites. Cape Heartache smells dark green and red. But I think the contrasts go together quite well in this fragrance.
People can wear this fragrance almost all year round. In midsummer, it'll probably be too intense. The projection is neat. Outdoors the scent blows noticeably around you (7). I can't talk about the durability in hours but the scent lasts quite well. Nowadays you should be well over 14 years old when you wear this fragrance.
If you have a heart condition, you can sweeten it with this fragrance. If you long for the woods, you can roll around in the pine resin of this fragrance. Maybe when using Cape Heartache, you may also sing strange songs in foreign tongues, which is probably due to hormones
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Under laboratory conditions
On a very hot day I drove to a very noisy big city, full of people. I had an appointment, I was nervous and in a hurry. I was sweating. After the appointment I hurried through the shimmering heat to a perfumery again. In front of their door (because of COVID19) I tested Upper Ten for Her. The smell was gaudy, raspberry sweet. I forgot the scent and the sample got lost in the extra-dimensional depths of my hip pocket. Once home, my wrist smelled of one of the most beautiful incense compositions I have ever smelled. At home it was much cooler and I was no longer nervous. What had happened? A second test was needed.
Yesterday I found the sample in my hip pocket. Today I tested again, outside at a pleasant 19°C. Now and then light rain. Promptly Upper Ten for Her is not sweet at all. "Not at all" is perhaps exaggerated, in the base Amber caresses a moderate vanilla sweetness into the fragrance. But before that, the fragrance is raspberry, but rather slightly tart, exactly the kind of pungent sourness I don't like. This sometimes occurs in rhubarb or raspberry scents.
Conclusion: So you don't necessarily have to swim through the sweet raspberry liqueur lake. When it is cooler, a Speescher Hubschrauhimber also flies into the divine land of incense. But the Hubschrauhimber needs a little bit longer.
How a perfume smells really depends on the shape of the day, the weather and other conditions. So it is already justified that we have more than one fragrance and that we change our preferences. But I would maintain the overall rating of 7.5 for Upper Ten for Her. The fragrance is well done, but I wouldn't buy it because I don't want to run and sweat all the time. I wouldn't be surprised if today, when it's cooler, it would hold better. The projection is at the beginning 7 (one blows outside constantly at oneself and others), but goes back more or less quickly to a moderate 6 (in the house arm length), depending on the weather conditions.
The fragrance is intended to remind us of young, modern ladies of the 1920s. I don't have anything to do with young anymore. I find the 1920s an interesting time
Upper Ten for Her is suitable for 20s parties, for staying in jazz clubs and visiting Broadway revues. As a sport I can recommend Lindy Hop (for example at Herräng Dance Camp in Sweden). Even though I think it is a pretty strange dance. Lubin himself suggest Upper Ten for Her as a fragrance for mayors of larger (fictional) cities. Industrial magnates, federal presidents and higher nobility can certainly wear Upper Ten for Her at work, when they gondola through the city in their Duesenberg or when they travel in their Hubschrauhimber.
Yesterday I found the sample in my hip pocket. Today I tested again, outside at a pleasant 19°C. Now and then light rain. Promptly Upper Ten for Her is not sweet at all. "Not at all" is perhaps exaggerated, in the base Amber caresses a moderate vanilla sweetness into the fragrance. But before that, the fragrance is raspberry, but rather slightly tart, exactly the kind of pungent sourness I don't like. This sometimes occurs in rhubarb or raspberry scents.
Conclusion: So you don't necessarily have to swim through the sweet raspberry liqueur lake. When it is cooler, a Speescher Hubschrauhimber also flies into the divine land of incense. But the Hubschrauhimber needs a little bit longer.
How a perfume smells really depends on the shape of the day, the weather and other conditions. So it is already justified that we have more than one fragrance and that we change our preferences. But I would maintain the overall rating of 7.5 for Upper Ten for Her. The fragrance is well done, but I wouldn't buy it because I don't want to run and sweat all the time. I wouldn't be surprised if today, when it's cooler, it would hold better. The projection is at the beginning 7 (one blows outside constantly at oneself and others), but goes back more or less quickly to a moderate 6 (in the house arm length), depending on the weather conditions.
The fragrance is intended to remind us of young, modern ladies of the 1920s. I don't have anything to do with young anymore. I find the 1920s an interesting time
Upper Ten for Her is suitable for 20s parties, for staying in jazz clubs and visiting Broadway revues. As a sport I can recommend Lindy Hop (for example at Herräng Dance Camp in Sweden). Even though I think it is a pretty strange dance. Lubin himself suggest Upper Ten for Her as a fragrance for mayors of larger (fictional) cities. Industrial magnates, federal presidents and higher nobility can certainly wear Upper Ten for Her at work, when they gondola through the city in their Duesenberg or when they travel in their Hubschrauhimber.
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On April 3, 1968
On April 3, 1968 Martin Luther King gave his last public speech at the Mason Temple in Memphis, which later became known as "I've Been to the Mountaintop". The following day King was shot and killed. I don't know if the logs thought of it or if their smoking man fell down that day. The loggers' website is not very helpful. It shows a yellow smoking thing
The Mason Temple is a church of the Pentecostal movement. Admittedly I have no idea about their services, but I would be surprised if they burned incense. So the incense burner fell off?
03.Apr.1968 smells like incense all the time. At the beginning the smell is quite strong (family tester M said to it: "Klostein!") (that's probably lychee toilet stone), I say "smoking man") but after 10 minutes the smell gets better (!). The smoking manikin is still there. He smiles friendly now and burns to himself. In addition there is something more or less sweet, which is called heliotrope in the pyramid. What can one believe at all? From this phase on we both find the scent good. Maybe he would have even earned 8 points if it didn't start out so stupid
The incense scent doesn't seem religious to me. I have sacral incense scent at home and I like to smell like the pope, so I have no idea when incense becomes (too) churchly for other people.
One can always wear 03.Apr.1968 but in summer at 40°C the probability is higher that the environment will complain. If you have surroundings. The scent seems to me to be very unisex. But I am certainly not a good advisor there either. The scent doesn't seem pink to me and it doesn't smell of aftershave. I've noticed that the longer you've been with Parfumo, the harder it is to write comments.
As for the above-mentioned speech by Martin Luther King. He said in it that he didn't mind dying. He quoted Deuteronomy 34: "The Lord said unto him, 'This is the land which I promised unto Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, with the oath, 'I will give it unto thy seed It goes on to say: "I have made you see it with your eyes. "You shall not pass over. Then Moses died." This speech was, of course, in hindsight, considered very prophetic. Apr 3, 1968 isn't that great that I would die for it and the Lord didn't show it to me. But perhaps 03.Apr.1968 is only about the fallen incense burner.
The Mason Temple is a church of the Pentecostal movement. Admittedly I have no idea about their services, but I would be surprised if they burned incense. So the incense burner fell off?
03.Apr.1968 smells like incense all the time. At the beginning the smell is quite strong (family tester M said to it: "Klostein!") (that's probably lychee toilet stone), I say "smoking man") but after 10 minutes the smell gets better (!). The smoking manikin is still there. He smiles friendly now and burns to himself. In addition there is something more or less sweet, which is called heliotrope in the pyramid. What can one believe at all? From this phase on we both find the scent good. Maybe he would have even earned 8 points if it didn't start out so stupid
The incense scent doesn't seem religious to me. I have sacral incense scent at home and I like to smell like the pope, so I have no idea when incense becomes (too) churchly for other people.
One can always wear 03.Apr.1968 but in summer at 40°C the probability is higher that the environment will complain. If you have surroundings. The scent seems to me to be very unisex. But I am certainly not a good advisor there either. The scent doesn't seem pink to me and it doesn't smell of aftershave. I've noticed that the longer you've been with Parfumo, the harder it is to write comments.
As for the above-mentioned speech by Martin Luther King. He said in it that he didn't mind dying. He quoted Deuteronomy 34: "The Lord said unto him, 'This is the land which I promised unto Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, with the oath, 'I will give it unto thy seed It goes on to say: "I have made you see it with your eyes. "You shall not pass over. Then Moses died." This speech was, of course, in hindsight, considered very prophetic. Apr 3, 1968 isn't that great that I would die for it and the Lord didn't show it to me. But perhaps 03.Apr.1968 is only about the fallen incense burner.
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