Tanja32

Since I have both Chabochards in my collection (Cabochard (Vintage edp) and Cabochard Cherie), I get requests to compare the two. So here are my very subjective perceptions of both fragrances.

Cabochard: Leather with oakmoss, then aldehydes and tobacco. In the background also something sweet.
Cabochard Cherie: soft leather with fruity pear, very few flowers, base green patchouli+ chocopatchouli.

Cherie is, in my opinion, the modern interpretation of the legend. She is also a leather scent with a chypre accord, but here with patchouli. Leather is also softer in this version, with fewer rough edges than the original scent. But with a fresh pear, which I notice clearly and that's something special about leather scents. The scent is not soapy, slightly sweetish, slightly green and bitter. I have received many compliments with it, but it is not too loud, keeps moderately well on the skin (for me so 4 hours).

Conclusion: Cabochard and Cabochard Cherie are already different, but both are very good and a must for every leather scent lover to test.

It was a shock for me when I met number 19 of Chanel. Evil, evil and green, I thought. That was the first chypre scent in my life. The whole world smelled of La Vie est Belle, of chocolate and biscuits. And compared to this, No. 19 was something completely different and special at the same time. Does anyone want to smell like that, I just thought, and if so, why? But the saleswoman in the perfumery said I absolutely had to try it on my skin and gave me a sample. The sample lay at my home for a few more years, until it finally happened and I dared to wet my skin with it. I sprayed the scent before going to bed and was prepared for the nasty comments from my husband, which, however, did not materialize. I woke up in the middle of the night and knew why. Something divine has awakened me, so indescribably beautiful, filling, elegant and tender has the fragrance become and has taken me forever in his possession. He chose me, not me him. That's why I don't want to list notes here, for me it was and still is the magic in the bottle

For me, Andalusia stands for passion and love of life, beautiful nature, Moorish influences and also flamenco. When I judge the fragrance with this expectation, only some of these terms come to mind. First and foremost, the positive sweet vanilla and acacia honey notes are noticeable, but for gourmand lovers of perfumery, which I count myself among, the fragrance will not seem so sweet. The lightness is due to the rum and sage notes. Fresh and tasty at the same time. Unfortunately, I could not discover the dark side of the Andalusian soul in this scent. Something oriental is missing to round off the overall picture. But the fragrance is very pleasant overall and will appeal to most people.

Once upon a time in Berlin. In the early evening I didn't want to go to the hotel and thought I'd rather drink a cocktail in a bar than watch TV in my room on the couch with a bag of chips. With this in mind, I walked into the first open bar. It was dark and dingy, loud music thundered in the small room, it was very well attended. Students, workers, even managers in their stiff suits and of course somewhat insecure tourists like me, all were welcome here as long as they paid. And I knew immediately that I wouldn't get a cocktail here, never in my life. But I was already inside and so I looked around for a free place at the bar counter. A place was actually free and it was also clear why... Beside it sat some punks. Everyone else kept their safe distance. A dangerous aura... Well, I thought, sat down and ordered a vodka lemon. The punk next to me nods approvingly. That's the story of how I got to know the typical Berlin punk Steve. Now after years, I test the fragrance No Rules and I must immediately remember Steve and laugh. Punk - loud, uncomfortable, rebellious. Everything that Steve and the Jusbox fragrance embody. I smell aldehydes and lemons first, then leather and vinyl. Loud, very loud. No cocktail, a vodka lemon. The idea of punk in a scent. Of course, he shouldn't smell like flowers. And yes, probably only a punk can wear it. But hey, the punk doesn't want to please anyone, he isn't interested in the opinions of the others.

A bitter and spicy sweetness. Fun-loving, happy, passionate like a dance at the campfire in the forest. I smell the sandalwood and juniper, the sweetness of vanilla and the freshness of lemons, nothing stands out, a round thing for my taste.