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He was awake, but his eyes were still closed. He was enjoying the moment far too much. She lay here, in his arms, her head on his chest. Right now, it was all good. Gently, so as not to disturb her, he took a slow deep breath, her scent filling his lungs, the scent of last night, the scent of making love. No, no, this wasn't the quick fix - this was his home. He felt something inside him tighten painfully: been. It - SHE - had been his home. Until one day she'd decided it was time to go their separate ways. They'd grown apart, the air was out, a break in the relationship would surely be good, or so her arguments had been. And he'd agreed. What else was he supposed to do? Now he waited for her to find her way back to him. Sometimes she fluttered by like a butterfly in the wind.
Yesterday they had met again. By chance this time, in the supermarket in the aisle between toast and pickles. It quickly became clear that they would spend this evening together, along with the spaghetti and wine they both had in their shopping baskets. They had resolved to remain friends. After so many years together, surely that should be possible.
Other mothers had beautiful daughters too, he kept hearing from his brother, parents and friends. And yes, there had definitely been evenings when he hadn't been averse to those other beautiful daughters. But at the crucial moment, he'd had to realize each time that that wasn't where his home was. They didn't smell like it. They didn't smell like YOU: warm, soft, powdery homey, like sweet kisses in a shared cream bath, like security and sensuality. Waking up the morning after had been bitter. Quickly this strange smell had made him look for the distance, he had literally fled.
But here, now, everything was perfect. He felt her warm body, skin clinging to skin, and her bewitching scent rose to his nose again.
She stirred. Her head wheeled around, her eyes found his gaze and her lips found his...

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Narciso (Eau de Parfum Poudrée) is a beautiful, creamy, delicate, ultra-feminine powder fragrance.
Projection is given only immediately after spraying and decreases quite quickly.
After about an hour, the scent is only perceivable near the body - so he keeps but a few hours and gives the wearer now and then a delicate fragrance cloud.
Sillage is present, but very, very subtle.
A fragrance for days when I do not want to smell great appearance - and yet have a great appearance ;-)

One day my husband came home from the gym and told me we had a dinner date.
For a long time, I had wanted to visit an Italian restaurant nestled in a tennis club complex that I had heard good things about.
During the chat of my husband with a nice sports colleague after the fitness training, the conversation came to talk about exactly this "tennis Italian". One word resulted in the other and the appointment stood.
When I heard that, I was a little skeptical at first. Neither my dear hubby's lovely sports buddy, nor her husband were known to me. Just like a perfume blind buy, such a "blind date" can go mighty wrong.
The fact that I have decided some time ago for a positive mindset and consciously give no more space to all negative topics in my life, does not necessarily make things easier, because unfortunately, very many people have the habit to talk only about bankruptcies, bad luck & mishaps, instead of good things. Thoughts are mental forces and energy follows attention - and I want to focus my attention on good things, thus reinforcing them. I felt inside myself and somehow I thought to myself that maybe it could be a nice meeting after all - and if the table talk really should only be about illnesses, world events and horror scenarios, I could say goodbye in a friendly way. A short prayer to heaven: "Please dear God, help that it will be a nice evening with nice people," and I agreed to the date.
Two weeks later, on a beautiful, warm summer evening, it was time. As an outfit for this evening I decided on a light pink fabric pants and a cream-colored silk blouse with short sleeves. With the fragrance I did not have to think long: Simply by Jil Sander was allowed to accompany me for the first time this evening.
Just two days ago, I had been in the perfume department of our local drugstore and wanted to test two fragrances, which there were then unfortunately not. In order not to have come completely in vain, I decided on the spur of the moment to test other fragrances that were unknown to me until then. One of them was Jil Sander's Simply. The elegant-looking, cylindrical bottle with the black cap appealed to me, so I sprayed some on my wrist and left the store. On the way to the car, I immediately noticed that this fragrance had that certain something. I kept sniffing my wrist during the drive home and was completely enchanted by the warm, soft leather scent with a pleasant sweetness and creamy powderiness. The day before I had tried Bottega Venetta's Eau de Parfum. This was also very interesting and of pleasant leatheriness, but then I lacked the warmth in this fragrance. It seemed ice cold to me - and Simply was the exact opposite. The enthusiasm lasted even a few hours later and so I got in the car again and brought Simply home.
For this evening, it seemed perfect for me. Pleasantly present without being overbearing, feminine without any wickedness - it WAS SIMPLE.
And - what can I say!!! God had answered my prayer. It was a perfect evening: warm temperatures, a couple I really liked, delicious food in a homey atmosphere, good conversation topics. A nice walk through the park-like tennis complex, which was already in the twilight, rounded off the evening. But no, what am I writing. The thing that really rounded out the evening, bathing it in a warm sea of friendliness was the creamy powdery elegance of Simply, which pleasantly rose to my nostrils every now and then.
Even today, when I smell Simply, immediately rises in me the memory of this beautiful evening and the beginning of a great friendship

In the 90s, at the age of 16, I got together with my first boyfriend. Our relationship lasted well and happy to the seven years before our ways parted again.
My boyfriend was three years older than me, had an older sister and very loving parents. With them, I learned what family was and how to live family. From the beginning I was warmly welcomed and of course invited to all family celebrations. And there were lots of them: birthday parties, weddings, coffee & cake, dinner invitations - my friend and I were there everywhere. His mother was a great woman - and if I now write in the past then only because I have no more contact with her. However, I am sure she is still just as great and warm today. My in-laws at the time were just normal people. My mother-in-law was a trained cook and it showed, even though she didn't work in that profession. I ate countless delicious meals at her house, and I learned a lot from her. Looking back, she had a lasting influence on my life for the better. I learned from her how to fold socks neatly, that you always have a small stock of food in the cupboard from which you can conjure up something delicious when visitors suddenly arrive, that cooking is fun and easy and that it is no crime to have a recipe to help you, how to set the table attractively, fold napkins and much, much more. As I said, she was a normal, down-to-earth woman - an old-school lady. Whenever she was invited to a party or celebration, she made herself look especially pretty: make-up was applied, the best jewellery was put on and a very special perfume was put on: Red Door by Elisabeth Arden. She didn't have many perfume bottles in the bathroom, but her selection was very fine. In addition to Red Door, she also liked to wear organza on special occasions. 5th Avenue and I think Kenzos Flower also had a place with her - these were worn for everyday wear. But there was nothing she liked to wear more than Red Door. This scent suited her so wonderfully when she left the house prettily dressed in her elegant wool coat accompanied by her husband, with a mega trail of Red Door flying behind her. Floral, sweet, elegant, grand dame, warm, opulent, generous, to die for - that's Red Door. And it was. There was nothing dirty, filthy, wicked or erotic about her or this fragrance. It was and is simply timelessly elegant - still a mega-garnet today, despite reformulation!
Every now and then, when I happened to pass this fragrance in the perfumery, I would sniff it or apply a spritz of it to myself. Immediately my heart was warmed, immediately all' the memories of this wonderful woman were back. I almost thought she was standing next to me or coming around the corner. I never thought about buying the fragrance, because it was hers - and I had long since found my own signature scent with Dolce & Gabbana (Red Cap).
Recently, I have then treated myself to a bottle - for very special occasions and in memory of a very special woman

It was on a warm spring day sometime in mid/late May 1997.
At 19 years old, I was on my way home from trade school in the late afternoon.
At the time I was living with my boyfriend a bit out of town, rural, on the outskirts of town. Near the main train station, I had to change from the streetcar to the intercity bus.
This drove however only every half hour. I had just missed one and thus still had plenty of time.
The spring sun burned mercilessly and somehow I was dressed a little too warm. There were no benches at this stop, it was right on the sidewalk next to a large drugstore.
To pass the time and escape the heat, I went inside and looked around a bit.
When I got back out to the street, my bus was pulling up. I got on, looked for a seat, then I remembered the perfume I had sprayed on my wrist at the end. I smelled it and was immediately lost in love up to both nostrils. WOW! What a fragrance! Warm, sensual, powdery, elegant - I had never smelled anything like it before. I kept sniffing it on my wrist, couldn't get enough of it.
Completely intoxicated I came home and told my friend about it. Soon after, on the next occasion - it must have been my birthday - I got this fragrance as a gift.
Since then, he accompanies me through my life.
In younger years, I wore him only on special, solemn occasions. There were others beside him at that time: Diors "Dolce Vita", Valentinos "Very Valentino" and also Boudoir of Vivienne Westwood stood in my perfume shelf.
However, the more I gained in years and maturity, the more often I used it in everyday life. Then in my 30s, it became my signature fragrance. There were no others besides it. The fragrance was me and I was the fragrance - inseparable.
It's commonly known about symbiotic relationships that they often don't have a good ending. And so it came, as it had to come:
One fine day in 2015, I wanted to buy a new bottle in the perfumery of my confidence, because the filling level of my current bottle was threatening to end.
Somewhat confused, I stood in front of the perfumery shelf, but could not find my favorite fragrance. So I approached a saleswoman and asked for the D&G women's fragrance with the "red cap".
I was not prepared for the answer and it hit me full broadside: "There is no longer for some time so. The fragrance has been reformulated, got a new bottle...", with quick steps she walked towards the shelf and reached for a bottle. Slowly, as if I had concrete blocks on my feet, and incredulously, I followed the eager saleswoman "That's what it looks like now! However, it's a completely new scent: more modern, more contemporary. Here, try it" Still not thinking clearly, I held out my forearm to her and received a generous sample. After a short wait, I smelled it, holding in my innermost being the tiny hope that this could all be a bad joke. But this hope died with the first sniff and once again it hit me hard. Completely horrified, I shouted that it couldn't be, that this had "always" been MY fragrance. The saleswoman shrugged her shoulders with little sympathy. Desperately, almost pleadingly, I asked if she really didn't still have a bottle of the old fragrance somewhere, which she answered with another shrug of the shoulders and an "Unfortunately, no".
Deeply dejected and about 1.50 meters shorter than when I entered the store, I crawled out. Since I always used the fragrance very sparingly (a spritz on the neck is enough for the WHOLE day), a large bottle lasted me a very long time - and since the fragrance had always existed for me and it was undisputedly the most beautiful fragrance in the world, it had never occurred to me that it could be taken off the market. I was able to get hold of a bottle at a large German mail-order company - but it still stands in its original packaging in my drawer. The contents seemed much too precious to me. For a long time I mourned and felt as if a part of me had been lost. Two half-hearted attempts to find a new fragrance for myself failed miserably. If I can't have my Dolce & Gabbana "Red Cap", then I won't wear a fragrance at all! And so a few years passed until my dear cousin told me about Parfumo at the end of 2020... It took almost three quarters of a year until I could warm up to the topic of perfume again.
My first review is of course for my first, but recently not only love.

The fragrance I can not really describe in itself, or dissect him nasal into its individual parts.
But I can say that it is an incredibly strong, sensual, elegant, warm-cool, noble, velvety, heavy, feminine femme fatale fragrance. A discreet dosage is absolutely necessary here and decides on hop or flop!
Immediately after application, it can sting quite a bit in the nose and you do well to apply some patience. Already after a few minutes, when the body heat begins to unwrap the fragrance wrapped in red velvet, its magic unfolds. Certainly not a fragrance for every woman. The wearer must already put a certain dominance and strength to the day to be up to this fragrance.

The fragrance was at the time of its launch the first fragrance of Dolce & Gabbana ever. He had therefore also no name. It was simply the Dolce & Gabbana perfume for women and in time was also nicknamed "Red Cap", because of its red cap.
The original version was distributed by Euroitalia with "Made in Italy".
At some point, D&G then switched to Procter & Gamble with manufacturing still in Italy at first, then later "Made in Germany".
Even then, a small change in the fragrance took place, which had not bothered me much, however, because the fragrance remained true to itself on the whole.
Today I have both versions (Euroitalia "Made in Italy" and P&G "Made in Germany"). In direct comparison, the original version (Euroitalia "Made in Italy") is a little more refined and profound than the one from Procter & Gamble when you smell it closely. Nevertheless, I do not find the difference serious.
Apparently, the outcry of D&G wearers was quite loud and not everyone has fallen into a long-standing paralysis of shock, as I did at the time. In the meantime (as of 2021), the "Red Cap" is once again available for purchase in online stores. Distributed now by Shiseido/Beauté Prestige International, "Made in France".
However, I have NOT yet smelled the current version. To be continued!