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No blood...
... but a lot of iris.
A fresh top note is immediately followed by a very violent Iris Accord, which I don't like at all. After 10 minutes it becomes softer, warmer and aldehyde coats the whole composition - hm... somehow interesting after all... or...
No, it's still the same.
An iris note, can be super good in some men's fragrances, in this combination here I do not like it at all.
What the Blood Accord is supposed to be, is not clear to me. Blood smells different, of protein and metal due to its iron content. I know the smell of blood inside and out, have been in the operating theatre for years and am therefore incorruptible.
Afterwards nothing more happens, the scent remains and evaporates after a few hours without showing any further facets.
Iris has reappeared in various perfumes for several years. I have a pure extract of the iris root at home. Many of the iris notes in today's fragrances, like this one, seem rather loud and artificial.
It seems to me that SL wanted to make an iris milk statement with this creation. Overall, dent de lait is too one-dimensional for me.
A fresh top note is immediately followed by a very violent Iris Accord, which I don't like at all. After 10 minutes it becomes softer, warmer and aldehyde coats the whole composition - hm... somehow interesting after all... or...
No, it's still the same.
An iris note, can be super good in some men's fragrances, in this combination here I do not like it at all.
What the Blood Accord is supposed to be, is not clear to me. Blood smells different, of protein and metal due to its iron content. I know the smell of blood inside and out, have been in the operating theatre for years and am therefore incorruptible.
Afterwards nothing more happens, the scent remains and evaporates after a few hours without showing any further facets.
Iris has reappeared in various perfumes for several years. I have a pure extract of the iris root at home. Many of the iris notes in today's fragrances, like this one, seem rather loud and artificial.
It seems to me that SL wanted to make an iris milk statement with this creation. Overall, dent de lait is too one-dimensional for me.
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Santal Blanc
Especially for this comment I took out of the cupboard my bottle, which I bought many years ago during my Serge Lutens phase.
Sandalwood was an occasional companion in my Age of Aquarius youth phase besides patchouli. Although I was more interested in patchouli. Later I got to know the wood as incense and here its true nature was revealed to me.
Okay, just upfront, this is not really a commentary to describe this perfume.
Sandalwood is only possible for me as wood when it is smoked in the classical way and there it comes, besides Palo Sonto, really excellent.
In perfumes, where woods often play an important role in the base only if it fits the overall composition. Similar to the bass, which determines the timing, in the beat together with the drums, which make up a certain piece. As the main scent, sandalwood is difficult... like here, although SL tried a worthy attempt here.
Here is a small excursus from the High Song of Salamon, when the Queen of Sheba, Salomon once paid a visit and brought sandalwood with her in her luggage...
.... There was no spice like this, which the Queen of Sheba gave to King Salamon. The people of Hiram and the people of Solomon, who imported gold from Ofir, also brought sandalwood and precious stones. And Solomon made of the sandalwood stairs in the house of the LORD and in the king's house, and harps and zithers for the singers. Such wood had never been seen in the land of Judah before. And king Solomon gave the queen of Sheba all that she pleased and all that she asked for, more than the gifts she had brought to the king. And she turned and went to her country with her retinue
What she asked for is clear from history. It is important to know that the queen, who had previously heard from one of the wisest men, wanted a child from King Salamon.
This was the real reason for their visit. This great queen was inspired to be impregnated only by a truly wise man What do you mean she wanted a smart white man to be the father of her child. And she had the baby. It was Menelik the son of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba who founded the Empire of Abyssinia in 980 B.C.
Anyway, the sandalwood played a major role in the seduction arts of the Queen of Sheba.
And that is still the case today. Not that the fragrance should simply make you horny, rather it can open a space where a couple opens up to love before the fusion...
I think that Serge Lutens, who now lives in Marrakech, knew this legend well when he wanted to create an immortal monument to sandalwood with this fragrance. Chapeau, he totally succeeded.
Sandalwood was an occasional companion in my Age of Aquarius youth phase besides patchouli. Although I was more interested in patchouli. Later I got to know the wood as incense and here its true nature was revealed to me.
Okay, just upfront, this is not really a commentary to describe this perfume.
Sandalwood is only possible for me as wood when it is smoked in the classical way and there it comes, besides Palo Sonto, really excellent.
In perfumes, where woods often play an important role in the base only if it fits the overall composition. Similar to the bass, which determines the timing, in the beat together with the drums, which make up a certain piece. As the main scent, sandalwood is difficult... like here, although SL tried a worthy attempt here.
Here is a small excursus from the High Song of Salamon, when the Queen of Sheba, Salomon once paid a visit and brought sandalwood with her in her luggage...
.... There was no spice like this, which the Queen of Sheba gave to King Salamon. The people of Hiram and the people of Solomon, who imported gold from Ofir, also brought sandalwood and precious stones. And Solomon made of the sandalwood stairs in the house of the LORD and in the king's house, and harps and zithers for the singers. Such wood had never been seen in the land of Judah before. And king Solomon gave the queen of Sheba all that she pleased and all that she asked for, more than the gifts she had brought to the king. And she turned and went to her country with her retinue
What she asked for is clear from history. It is important to know that the queen, who had previously heard from one of the wisest men, wanted a child from King Salamon.
This was the real reason for their visit. This great queen was inspired to be impregnated only by a truly wise man What do you mean she wanted a smart white man to be the father of her child. And she had the baby. It was Menelik the son of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba who founded the Empire of Abyssinia in 980 B.C.
Anyway, the sandalwood played a major role in the seduction arts of the Queen of Sheba.
And that is still the case today. Not that the fragrance should simply make you horny, rather it can open a space where a couple opens up to love before the fusion...
I think that Serge Lutens, who now lives in Marrakech, knew this legend well when he wanted to create an immortal monument to sandalwood with this fragrance. Chapeau, he totally succeeded.
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Interesting...
. . .the experience I'm having right now. I have brought out this almost forgotten scent child once again and... and am infatuated by what this composition offers and awakens images in me.
An analyzing smelling through to tap the scent pyramid is out of the question, because it would only prevent my access to the movie palace in my head cinema.
It is as if I am walking in a landscape that is slowly leaving behind a particularly hot and dry summer. Gradually, the air finally reveals a little moisture in the first cooled nights. In the dusty light, more colour nuances in the landscape become apparent again Oh, I see... they had survived during the summer only by the glistening summer light in subdued powdery form...
But I am not in any film, why else could I smell...the karstic stones, lichens, sage growing in clusters with small inconspicuous flowers give off a fantastic scent, which rises into my nose and reveals further images from my Arkasha memory. ........a very fine soap that my grandmother had lying in a bowl outside the summer kitchen to wash her hands.............. a barely visible path leads over felt one hour further to the settlement .... the tuft of wild sage in my hand gets a resinous grip .... I carry a stiff leather bag on my arm that is filled with something. Specially selected pieces of lichen, which I had collected, lie in it ... revived by these first Taunächte they now have a special healing effect ... at home they are in almond oil together with coneflower ... Immortelle... sage and other skin caring ingredients....the aging of the skin is strongly slowed down with this oil....
Ainsi la nuit is a simple and very honest natural fragrance. The creation is only concerned with ingredients that have the nature of a certain region, I locate them rather in the very southern Balkans. He does not claim to have processed particularly rare ingredients. The composition as a whole stands out very much from the mainstream.
For me, it is more of a men's fragrance that suits a man who also has something to do with his own plaice. Because of me, one who has lived in the city for a long time and found his happiness there, but always returns to the old Latifundia, which his ancestors left him
As so often when I am there, the fragrant living room in the Beck department store triggers my buying mood. I would not even have looked at YS-UZAC if a consultant there had not shown me this new addition a few years ago. The bottle is not my thing, to unglamourö́s.
An analyzing smelling through to tap the scent pyramid is out of the question, because it would only prevent my access to the movie palace in my head cinema.
It is as if I am walking in a landscape that is slowly leaving behind a particularly hot and dry summer. Gradually, the air finally reveals a little moisture in the first cooled nights. In the dusty light, more colour nuances in the landscape become apparent again Oh, I see... they had survived during the summer only by the glistening summer light in subdued powdery form...
But I am not in any film, why else could I smell...the karstic stones, lichens, sage growing in clusters with small inconspicuous flowers give off a fantastic scent, which rises into my nose and reveals further images from my Arkasha memory. ........a very fine soap that my grandmother had lying in a bowl outside the summer kitchen to wash her hands.............. a barely visible path leads over felt one hour further to the settlement .... the tuft of wild sage in my hand gets a resinous grip .... I carry a stiff leather bag on my arm that is filled with something. Specially selected pieces of lichen, which I had collected, lie in it ... revived by these first Taunächte they now have a special healing effect ... at home they are in almond oil together with coneflower ... Immortelle... sage and other skin caring ingredients....the aging of the skin is strongly slowed down with this oil....
Ainsi la nuit is a simple and very honest natural fragrance. The creation is only concerned with ingredients that have the nature of a certain region, I locate them rather in the very southern Balkans. He does not claim to have processed particularly rare ingredients. The composition as a whole stands out very much from the mainstream.
For me, it is more of a men's fragrance that suits a man who also has something to do with his own plaice. Because of me, one who has lived in the city for a long time and found his happiness there, but always returns to the old Latifundia, which his ancestors left him
As so often when I am there, the fragrant living room in the Beck department store triggers my buying mood. I would not even have looked at YS-UZAC if a consultant there had not shown me this new addition a few years ago. The bottle is not my thing, to unglamourö́s.
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Long time the signature scent of one of my dearest sisters...
...because I gave it to her over and over again.
No, no, no....... not unken, he is super.
At the beginning wonderfully refreshing, herbal and something else... without first having a clue is how to proceed. I am aware that this is quite unusual in the ides of oud, tonka bean and incense, which often start with fresh ingredients, but where you can already see at the entrance how far down the party is already in full swing.
Macis delivers a restrained spice, but without the need to suspect at the beginning of the story that they might end up with gentlemen who have to play chess in one of the city parks until they can pick up their classic cars again from the maintenance (terrible idea of such a classic car nowadays). The head simply rounds itself off with it and the olfactory brain turns contentedly to something new. Knowing that this will not be all. There's something else...
Ahhhh, the initial Aldehyd Accord was there all the time and has been working on the plot. From now on a flower poem is noted, very lyrical, but not epic, rather in bouquet form. You'd call it poetry slam these days. Mano man, should wrappings be discovered by the poetry slammers, Zadig&Voltaire would be history on the spot.
After some time the flowers bed down on leather and moss and the real affair can begin with patchouli, while they float on their raft of cedar wood, further on the aldehyde stream towards the delta, but that is still very far away ............
No, no, no....... not unken, he is super.
At the beginning wonderfully refreshing, herbal and something else... without first having a clue is how to proceed. I am aware that this is quite unusual in the ides of oud, tonka bean and incense, which often start with fresh ingredients, but where you can already see at the entrance how far down the party is already in full swing.
Macis delivers a restrained spice, but without the need to suspect at the beginning of the story that they might end up with gentlemen who have to play chess in one of the city parks until they can pick up their classic cars again from the maintenance (terrible idea of such a classic car nowadays). The head simply rounds itself off with it and the olfactory brain turns contentedly to something new. Knowing that this will not be all. There's something else...
Ahhhh, the initial Aldehyd Accord was there all the time and has been working on the plot. From now on a flower poem is noted, very lyrical, but not epic, rather in bouquet form. You'd call it poetry slam these days. Mano man, should wrappings be discovered by the poetry slammers, Zadig&Voltaire would be history on the spot.
After some time the flowers bed down on leather and moss and the real affair can begin with patchouli, while they float on their raft of cedar wood, further on the aldehyde stream towards the delta, but that is still very far away ............
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Chypre Rouge, 15 years later............
First of all...
So that's how I came here 3 weeks ago, when I was harmlessly dawdling around on the web looking for an exquisite myrrh perfume...
Since then, I read through this community almost every day, totally inspired by the brilliant comments, wonderfully talented storytellers and descriptions of fragrances. I have been completely flashed by you scent maniacs and am so glad to find so many sisters and brothers in spirit. I've been to the souk
But now to Chypre Rouge, a fragrance that entered the collection over 15 years ago, after my Guerlain phase was replaced by Serge Lutens phase.
CR was the 5 or 6 scent of Lutens and proved to be a total bad buy the second time you used it. I found the fresh head appealing, but where are the beeswax and honey I bought it for? Instead, an increasingly strange, unclassifiable smell developed, which stood there like a wall, as if it was blocking my way to honey and beeswax Until it dawned on me: it's licorice, a wall of licorice, for God's sake, they've poured licorice into the perfume... Help me, it smells like liquorice.
The frustrating taste of my childhood. I never understood why people can be addicted to licorice. The sweetness of licorice was for me the most turn-off, frustrating and tiring childhood experience of all sweets. An aunt brought us this terrible "bear droppings", as it is also called here, once a year from the USA in the sixties, beaming with joy.
But! Because of this community, three hours ago I took this unloved fragrance child out of my perfume cabinet after so many years and just sniffed at the lid. You get more relaxed and generous over the years about everything... Okay. Just a little spray on the back of the hand and wait.
Well, what can I say, the liquorice smell is not as annoying as it was 15 years ago. Actually, he has become mild in old age and fits into something bigger, something different. The longer I sniff the perfume becomes more and more harmonious and round. It seems to me today that the floweriness of jasmine effortlessly combines all the components and brings them into harmony. Okay, I'm okay with that. Honey and beeswax are still missing, but that's not what I'm interested in today.
So that's how I came here 3 weeks ago, when I was harmlessly dawdling around on the web looking for an exquisite myrrh perfume...
Since then, I read through this community almost every day, totally inspired by the brilliant comments, wonderfully talented storytellers and descriptions of fragrances. I have been completely flashed by you scent maniacs and am so glad to find so many sisters and brothers in spirit. I've been to the souk
But now to Chypre Rouge, a fragrance that entered the collection over 15 years ago, after my Guerlain phase was replaced by Serge Lutens phase.
CR was the 5 or 6 scent of Lutens and proved to be a total bad buy the second time you used it. I found the fresh head appealing, but where are the beeswax and honey I bought it for? Instead, an increasingly strange, unclassifiable smell developed, which stood there like a wall, as if it was blocking my way to honey and beeswax Until it dawned on me: it's licorice, a wall of licorice, for God's sake, they've poured licorice into the perfume... Help me, it smells like liquorice.
The frustrating taste of my childhood. I never understood why people can be addicted to licorice. The sweetness of licorice was for me the most turn-off, frustrating and tiring childhood experience of all sweets. An aunt brought us this terrible "bear droppings", as it is also called here, once a year from the USA in the sixties, beaming with joy.
But! Because of this community, three hours ago I took this unloved fragrance child out of my perfume cabinet after so many years and just sniffed at the lid. You get more relaxed and generous over the years about everything... Okay. Just a little spray on the back of the hand and wait.
Well, what can I say, the liquorice smell is not as annoying as it was 15 years ago. Actually, he has become mild in old age and fits into something bigger, something different. The longer I sniff the perfume becomes more and more harmonious and round. It seems to me today that the floweriness of jasmine effortlessly combines all the components and brings them into harmony. Okay, I'm okay with that. Honey and beeswax are still missing, but that's not what I'm interested in today.
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